The poison was fed by my father himself.
On the rainy night when he was kicked out of his home, he fell on the roadside and waited for death.
A girl wearing a light red coat squatted down.
"Will you marry me?" She opened her sleeves and a peach blossom mark was branded on her wrist, "Only I can cure the peach blossom poison in you."
He married.
Later he found out that the girl squatted under the old peach tree in the back mountain, carved eleven marks, and waited for him for ten years.
The poison is gone. Mother came out of the underground palace. My father knelt in the yard and said, "Dad, I can't help you."
Five seeds sprouted under the window sill, and the crooked neck tree came to life.
It turned out that the hand his father was holding over the bowl of poisonous soup was held down by someone.
The peach blossoms cross the crane and return. Those who cross are not cranes, but people who leave home.
Good, good, good