If there is a way to heaven, who would want to struggle in hell? Xiangxiang lay on a straw mat made of sorghum stalks, staring blankly at the sky with a pair of empty eyes, her chapped and pale lips opened and closed, and her hands like dead branches scratching in the air.
A vicious voice came from the yard: "Spray some dichlorvos. Flies are flying all over the sky. It's a hot day and there are going to be maggots in the house!"
"Mom! Don't be reluctant, my dad is waiting for you in heaven!"
Xiangxiang couldn't speak, but his brain was awake. Scenes of the past flashed before his eyes like a movie...
