Listen to Yulu

Silence died in a well-planned scam. When the piece of gambling material that was said to be "imperial green" was cut open, the whole place was dead silent - the stone was full of cracks, like a spider web mocking him. Creditors blocked the door. He mortgaged everything and still owed more than one million yuan. It rained heavily that last day. He stood on the edge of the rooftop of an unfinished building and his fingers were broken off one by one by debt collectors. When I jumped down, I heard the sound of the cutting machine in the distance, buzzing like a nightmare from which I would never wake up. His biggest regret is not money. Until death, I never saw the knives behind those smiling faces. I didn't have time to say something to the woman who was quietly drawing pictures in the corner of the teahouse, the jade plaque you designed is so beautiful. When I opened my eyes, it was July 2008, and there was a rental house in Ruili with a monthly rent of 300 yuan. The electric fan whirred and whirred, and the wind blew with a hot, earthy smell. The calendar on the wall was torn to the seventeenth. He was eighteen years old, and his hands were empty. He only had a washed white school uniform and fifteen years of extra memories in his mind. The memories are all there, good and bad, not a penny is missing. Including the sounds when stones are cut - the warmth of waxy ice, the clearness of glass, and the dullness of bricks. He found that he could "listen". Not with my ears, but with my fingertips touching the shell of the stone, a subtle tremor penetrated my brain. This ability comes from a strange place, like a gift after dying once. Goldfinger is the ability to "listen to jade". But the price is also clear: listen to stones but not people. Stones cannot lie, but the human heart is wrapped in nine layers of skin. He has to rely on this ability to stand up, and he has to learn to hide it so that no one can see it.