[The world shouldn't be like this] [When your waist is on the ground and there's no way to survive, then stand up]
"Sir, this is my family's life!"
"Go away. Without my protection, you low-class people who are digging in the fields are still alive to farm? Bring them all to me!"
...
On the dusty official road, a strong man was walking with fast strides.
In his hand, it was like he was holding a chicken waiting to be slaughtered, holding an eighty-nine-year-old girl by the collar as thin as a bean sprout.
One of the girl's shoes fell off, and her bare feet were dragged along the sandy road. They were already bruised and bloody, leaving intermittent dark red marks on the loess.
She cried heartbrokenly, her little hands grabbing backwards in vain, as if trying to hold on to the door of her house that was no longer visible.
"Mother... I don't want to leave... Mother..."
