Jiang Weining is the wood that has been soaked in the gutter for a long time, and Shen Que is the iron that has been quenched.
Cheng Yun wanted to dry her off and put her on the sunny window sill; Shen Que pressed her into the mud and repeatedly rubbed the old light blue scar on her neck with his fingertips.
She said that she was sick, a disease in which she could only be sure that she was still alive when she was in pain.
Later, Cheng Yun's strawberries rotted in the mud, and Wen Jiansu's blood stained the summer flowers red.
She finally had teeth and tasted a kiss that tasted like rust.
——Everyone in the world wanted to save her, but he was the only one who pulled her down.
Purpose: To explore the intergenerational trauma of native families and the survival dilemma of underclass youth.