Palm Sand

On the day I was hit by an arrow, tears fell on my palms and a cinnabar mole suddenly appeared on my palms. Is it a pity? Is it an agreement in the next life? Thousands of years later, I was driving on the highway, and "Lanting Preface" was playing on the car stereo. A man with silver armor stained with blood suddenly appeared in the rearview mirror, grabbed my wrist and said, "I found you." In a hurry, I splashed coffee all over him. He stared at the mole on his palm that was symmetrical to mine, and suddenly asked in a trembling voice: "The carriages here... Why don't they use horses?"