
Wolfsbane (short Story)
by Zhou Jianxin
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Han Moru thought for a moment and said slowly, the child's name should be Tianci, and his surname is Han. A smile finally appeared on her daughter's face. Early the next morning, a truck parked in front of Han Moru's house, loaded with all the medicinal materials and utensils in the house, and the three members of the Han family, and drove to a distant place. A cage was tied to the roof of the truck. The wind was blowing fiercely, constantly pulling out the remaining feathers of the rooster. The bald-tailed rooster huddled up, forgetting to crow and scream. In the rearview mirror, the image of my hometown is getting smaller and smaller, becoming more and more blurry. It has been almost eighty years since his feet had grown old tree roots here. He just waited to die and be laid to rest. However, unexpectedly, the roots were uprooted overnight and he suddenly left.
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