Blind Plateau

In 1997, amid the sound of firecrackers during the Lantern Festival, I was born in the smell of alcohol in Guodao Town, Shanxi. My father exchanged me for five bundles of soot-stained banknotes. The money was just enough to buy out the bloodline of a baby to the Fen River. My adoptive father's rickety back was like the raised folds of the Taihang Mountains, but my grandparents' palms were warmer than the loess soil of the Luliang Mountains. People with normal vision live in mental blind spots, and hereditary eye diseases have become a metaphor for family destiny. As the only "seeers", my third brother and I endured even deeper pain of existence. The heating pipes in the rental house whine late at night, like underground rivers rushing. Finally, he followed the sound and sank into eternal silence, completing his last search for belonging. [Reading warning] ※ Realistic and disturbing, involving child abduction/domestic violence/suicide descriptions ※ Two-line narrative intertwined, rural illustrations in the 1990s and living records of marginalized people in the city ※ Those with poor mental endurance should read with caution ※ Every punctuation mark is full of bloody bullet holes, please prepare painkillers to read