Ah Shi was six years old, squatting in the cracks of the stove and counting.
There were seven people outside, then it became nine, then it became eight, and finally it became zero.
She has been counting for a lifetime.
Someone said: What are you counting?
Ah Shi said: Nothing
The wind bent the grass in front of the monument
She lowered her head and patted the soil on her knees, stood up, and did not look back.
Eight, still eight
No big deal
Warm reminder: Contains lily thread (Yun Zhao × Mo Li) and Danmei thread (Hua Nong Ying × Shang Bu Yan), so please proceed with caution.
Intention: In the face of the righteousness of the world, love and hate are all trivial matters.