The most cruel poison is to make the broken person still want to be whole.
In the winter of the eighth year of Tongzhi, Mrs. Chen Zhou squeezed her last milk into a light blue color and fed it for a period of time. The debt increased from 4.70 Taels to 3.12 Million US dollars. From imperial kiln factory cages to digital courts, the lives of five generations have become the interest on this debt - the blue line on your gums, the light green blood you cough up, and the traumatic memories hidden in your NFT wallet are all just different versions of this debt.
In the most miserable year, 13-year-old Chen Yanzhi stood in a cage and counted raindrops, counting three short and one long breaths, which was his only analgesic; in the most crazy year, Li Muhan coughed up blood and turned the family trauma into blockchain assets, just to leave a "clean inheritance" for his daughter Li Nianhe; in the end, the lakekeeper Aguo smashed the clay pot and found that 166 years of debt was no more than a breath that almost broke in his lungs.
Some debts are owed from birth. Some lives have to be fought even if they are broken.
Kilns will burn out, porcelain will break, and people will die.
But the breath still ripples on the Changjiang River: in a broken world, I still want complete courage.
