Burial Coffin

My name is Xu Pingan, and I will inevitably die when I am twenty years old. During my funeral, I was buried in a bronze coffin by my grandfather. Unexpectedly, on the way to the funeral, mountain rats blocked the way and crows blocked the sky. It really reflects a sentence: On the lonely mountain village road, I send my spirit away sadly. The fishy wind cracked the spirit flag, and withered bones appeared in the coffin. He lamented that he wanted to give up on human relations, he was greedy for the blood of beasts, his body was recovering, and his emotions were hard to caress. The dawn light dews slightly, washing away the dirt and facing the water, as if returning to the past. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.