Stretching Pear Blossoms
绵延梨花
by Jules Qingxu (Jules清叙)
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 2k Words
- Chapters
- 1
- Genre
- No CP
- Era
- Modern Era
- Updated
- 1mo ago
- Source
- JJWXC
Tags
- ThemePlot-Driven
- POVFemale Lead
- Age18+
Synopsis
Introduction to the work "Stretching Pear Blossoms" In the summer of 2008, in the countryside of Chongqing, a seven-year-old boy drowned in a pond at the entrance of the village. His mother, Xu Mian, a lame widow, mysteriously disappeared before her son's accident. The funeral became the grandest carnival in the village, with lantern shows, acrobatics, and running water mats - the life of the dead was exchanged for the lively entertainment. The story splits from here, illuminating the decades of silence in the Screwworm Village. Xu Mian, her husband was devoured by the construction site, violated by the men in the village, and turned into a soaked rag by life. Her last resistance was to disappear into the night before dawn. Zhu Yunxia, a girl who was admitted to college was sold by her parents with a betrothal gift. The seven-month-old fetus was poisoned to death by her mother-in-law with a bowl of "fairy prescription". From then on, she became a walking corpse. Yang Xin was sexually assaulted by his cousin as a child. As an adult, he searched for the body temperature of strange men in dark corners of teahouses and parks. The only person who loved him, Hu Kang, asked "Are you Piao Piao?" And then turned and walked into the night. Lu Chou, the son of a prisoner, is also a prisoner. Even he himself can't tell whether it is desire or the motherhood that was absent in childhood that he is looking for in Xu Mian. Mother Lu was raped by bandits and forced to get married. Her three daughters committed suicide one after another. She spent her whole life fighting the world with ferocity, but she learned to shed tears again at the hands of a pair of disabled and sick children. With 250,000 words, the dense narrative penetrates every inch of the land like the plum rain in the south. The blood in the pond, the firewood by the stove, the prayer flags on the mourning hall, the straw in the barn - all things speak for people, and the living people have already learned to be silent. This is not a novel that attempts to heal. It does not offer redemption, does not arrange retribution, but faithfully presents: in a systematic maze of fate, how those who have been crushed retain the last bit of dignity in their own way - crying, disappearing, silence, numbness, or just living year after year. The pear blossoms bloom every year and the pond remains calm. But if you are willing to take a closer look, under the water, there is the cry of an entire village. Purpose: When systemic oppression grinds individual suffering into the soil of silence, love and tears cannot change the structure, but become the only traces on the ruins that prove that "someone has lived, suffered, and struggled here."