Wedge. Ghost Fire]
The rain in southern Xinjiang is never gentle. He was like thousands of red-hot silver needles, falling from the dark sky, piercing banana leaves, piercing bamboo buildings, and piercing the thin shoulders of girls.
I knelt by the fire pit and watched my mother's body slowly cool down in the rain. Her blood flowed into the stove along the cracks in the bamboo boards, turning the firewood that was supposed to be used for dinner into dark red. Dad said that this is the curse of the 'Wu Yue'. If a mortal woman gives birth to a daughter, her parents will be killed.
So they pierced my collarbone with a bronze lock and sold me to a passing Middle-earth monk. The chain is engraved with the word '', which they say is the of the Han Dynasty and is the emblem of the disaster star.
I was 12 years old that year, and for the first time I knew: It turns out that a woman's life is a drought in the eyes of the world.
The fire has been passed on, Luoshui has a long song
