In July 1951, I woke up on the earthen bed in Dongkua Yard. My thin arms and legs were still bleeding from the top of my head. My father was an active-duty battalion commander and my mother died in the hands of Japanese soldiers when she was six years old. There are more than 20 households in this courtyard, and the three main rooms in the courtyard belong to my family. I touched a jade pendant and it turned into a stream of light and penetrated into the Tianling Cap. I pressed the blood on my forehead and then figured out what kind of jade it was.
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