>While sorting out old things in high school, Su Wanqin dug out the Bianhua hairpin left by her mother.
>The copper hairpin is stained with dark red stains, and the carved white bone on the tail of the hairpin is cold to the touch.
>The night I put it on, my mother's reflection appeared in the mirror: "Don't take it off…"
>The wall clock in the classroom begins to move backwards, and a strange girl's mark "You are next" appears on the desk.
>She took off the hairpin in horror, but the white bone tip cut through the air and left blood marks.
>Green and white fingers stuck out from the cracks, and the laughter of the students who were involved in the mass disappearance thirty years ago could be heard.
>When the class teacher was writing with his back to the blackboard, she saw the same Higan flower tattoo appearing on the back of his neck.
>The dusty archives in the school history museum record that my mother was the only girl who refused to wear hairpins.
