Qingdao, Please Heal Me

I rubbed my eyes that were red from crying, and looked at everything around me blankly. People were coming and going, all wearing white cloth strips. There was also unpleasant music playing on the loudspeakers in the village, and the sound of crying blocked my ears. Grandma crawled in front of the coffin and told her something over and over again. Looking at the black and white photos of her parents in front of the coffin, a heartbreaking feeling filled her heart. I seemed to see that in my future life, I would be an orphan. There was a vague consciousness that seemed to want to open my eyes, but I tried my best to resist. Halfway through, I saw a familiar childish face on the right rear, with spotless clothes and delicate twin tails that seemed to tell me that she had a good family. Two patches of red appeared on her milky white face, and her red eyes seemed to prove that she was more sad than me. I looked at her, and another tear flowed from the corner of her eye. I reached out and touched it, and the tear kept enlarging, enlarging, and slowly drowned me. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.