Siheyuan: an Account of Raising a Family and Raising a Younger Sister at the Age of Eight

Before my mother died in her 1960s, she held my hand tightly and asked me to protect my six-year-old sister. At the age of eight, he was as thin as a matchstick, and his father had long since recovered from a work-related injury. This shabby yard eats people without spitting out their bones, I have to survive first.