In May in the north, dealers have already planted. In a certain house in the city, a woman in her forties was lying on the kang with half-closed eyes, breathing in more and exhaling less. Already skinny and skinny. A boy walked into the house, sat on the kang, looked at the woman, and called softly, Mom. Then he murmured a few words, not knowing what to say, and then went out. Not long after the boy left, the woman suddenly opened her eyes and shed tears. As the tears slowly flowed down, her life also slowly passed away with these tears. She left this world with her eyes open. No one knew what kind of mood she was in when she left. She left without her husband or children. . . . .
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
