My father died. When I returned home, I only saw my mother who could no longer cry and the urn of my father. You may not believe it, but I actually knew very little about my father. It could even be said that I had not had much contact with him. Even my mother, who had been obsessed with my father her whole life, might not have known much about her. My husband didn't know much about me, so I was definitely sad, but I didn't have the same strong emotions as my mother. It could even be said that I was very calm. I calmly comforted my mother, calmly arranged the funeral, calmly packed up the relics, until the few inconspicuous notes in the relics broke the calm...
Zheluo Mountain--Prince Mu's Mansion in Yunnan--Jiangxi Witchcraft--The Art of Peace, Scattered Beans into Soldiers--Xu Xiake's Travel Notes--Compendium of Materia Medica--, The Immortal Eagle--Snowy Land, Road to Heaven
