Mud Whistle

About This Novel

The next day, Xianxian died and hung himself. When he died, he was holding a red-painted clay whistle in his hand. There was another person dead in Xianxian's room, it was Dung Boy. A pair of scissors was deeply inserted into Dung Boy's belly. Facing the rising sun, I stood. I'm standing on a high mountain ridge. My back is bent. My body tilted to one side, and my legs were higher and lower. This is what I looked like when I came out of prison. I held the mud whistle in my hand, and I blew it long and hard once, and again, and I blew the mud whistle in my hand again and again, and I was illuminated red by the rising sun.

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