Everyone is cynical, and everyone is complicit.
Before the age of 15, Jing Ge believed that living was a sin, a confession, and even a punishment. When he was brought back from the rental house by this weird elder, he thought; he decided that he would provide for him until his death.
In another home, a little boy stepped on his feet and pushed up the plate in his hand. The oil-soaked black dining table made an unsatisfactory squeak. The quilt next to him seemed to be turned over; there was only a slight movement, and the boy standing nearby stared with uneasiness. After a while, he quietly went out. There is a river near the boy's home, where people wash yarn and beat cloth together all year round. A small dumpling squats there; a cold wind blows, and the little dumpling still keeps rubbing his clothes. He thought. . . Hey; I have nothing to think about, I just hope winter will end soon.
'I'm here to support my children, not to seek justice'
'That kid wants to have a future with you'
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
