My Wife Kissed the Bamboo Horse Passionately, and I Gave Her an Urn of My Daughter's Ashes
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As soon as she returned to the village, my wife left everything behind to go on a date with her first love. Her daughter cried and wanted to follow her, but she tied her to the hydrogen balloon and ignored her. I searched for her to no avail, so I asked with red eyes, but she spat disdainfully: "What are you worrying about? That girl just likes to play missing and look pitiful!" On New Year's Eve, she and her first love indulged in a passionate kiss at the fireworks party. But the daughter was beaten to a bloody pulp and was too miserable to look at. I was so distraught that I picked up a shovel and wanted to put my daughter to rest. But she screamed in terror as if she had seen a ghost: "You madman, did you do this dirty thing during the Chinese New Year to make me die miserably?" A few days later, she was still enjoying her first love outside. When she received condolences about her daughter's death, she broke down and cried bitterly.
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