Half an hour after I drowned, I crawled up from the riverbed, and suddenly I could see through things.
In the dark, I could make out every grain of sand and every fish beneath the water.
There’s a kind of fish in the Dongmang River called the sand gudgeon. Restaurants in town sell it for 398 yuan a pound, but the riverbed is full of rocks and the currents are fierce, so nobody can catch them in large quantities.
I can. I take a dip net and a fish basket underwater, and in less than half a day I catch seventeen or eighteen pounds.
At two hundred yuan a pound, that’s over three thousand a day. My mother has a terminal brain tumor?
I place my hand on her forehead, and warmth surges through her. The next day, her checkup shows she’s completely healed.
My father was refused a loan and is sobbing alone at home? I put a hand on his shoulder, and all his old injuries disappear.
The village chief’s son, Gou Sheng, brings a gang to steal my fish. I kick him flying five meters away.
I crouch by the river, looking at the swarms of sand gudgeon beneath the water. There’s only one thought in my mind… I’ve got my college tuition.
How come there are no reviews for such a beautiful book?
It looks good, when can it be made into a short drama?