A Pair of Well-Worn Mille-Layer Bottoms

A pair of well-worn mille-layer bottoms He said: When the shoes are rotten, the hemp in the house will grow taller. From the field ridges of Hunan to the cinderblock roads of Shanghai, The soles were worn out and the uppers were torn apart. He was always reluctant to throw it away and held it in his hand. Like holding on to a half-eaten piece of steamed bun. Later, when we arrived in southern Guizhou, the wind in Hujinggou was very cold. He knelt down and slowly took off the shoes. The stitches are dense - my mother stitched them one by one under the lamp. Twine threaded through layers of old cloth. He thought of the moon in the mountain col and the locust tree at the entrance of the village. He looked north. Place the shoes upright on the bluestone board. Then, barefoot, we walked toward the edge of the cliff. Cinders stuck to his trouser legs, and the river shone with light. When the blood spattered, it was very red. Once the path has been chosen, there is no turning back. The journey has been completed before the shoes are worn out. Dedicated to the 170 warrior heroes of Shiqianhujinggou in southern Guizhou This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.