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I wrapped the grass and salt in the iron pot with a cloth and asked Aunt Xijun to burn her knees. When Aunt Xijun left, she asked for the remaining grass, saying that she could find it and treat it herself when she got back. My father kept staring at me. Suddenly I was no longer afraid of his gaze and raised my face to look at him. After that incident, it was the first time I looked at my father like this. I thought of that incident again, but it seemed like I wasn't so scared anymore. I wasn't so afraid of remembering it anymore. The strange thing is that when I am not afraid of remembering it, I can't remember it. It's like having an eraser, erasing that thing bit by bit and writing something else on. Even if that thing is there, other things will be covered on it.
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