When I was six years old, I saw a woman in red in the hospital.
Her face was pale and her eyes were bleeding, and she stood at the end of the corridor and smiled at me.
She asked me: "Mingming, can you lend me your eyes?" After that night, I had a high fever.
Grandma came over from the countryside overnight, cut off her fingers, and braided a colorful rope for me with threads of five colors.
She said: "You cannot take off this rope before you are twelve years old." "Don't listen to anyone who asks you to take it off." I always thought it was an amulet.
Until the night of my twelfth birthday, one of the colorful ropes broke. I saw them again.
