
The Door in the Body (part 2)
by Wu Wenjun
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In this brief moment, Mi Li saw his hand hesitate for a moment, going against its original intention and not falling, like a son hugging his dear mother. She looked at a blank space that suddenly emerged between that hand and that thin, soft and aging back, abruptly separating them. For this, the old milk fan is quite ashamed. It would be another three or four years before he had a chance to make amends. Mi Li's father had passed away for a month at that time. They went to the cemetery and buried the ashes according to the old custom, and then the bricklayers began to seal the stone slabs. They stood next to each other and shed tears, forgetting the things that had happened that made them feel hurt and sad at the time.
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