On January 3rd, my grandpa gave me a bowl of soup. He said, come back soon, come back soon... I swallowed it without seeing what color it was. It's strange, I obviously have no sense of taste, but I smell a very disgusting fishy smell from the soup.
I can't tell if it's fishy smell. If you compare taste to smell, it's probably the yellow-skinned rat that died and was eaten by flies. Only a few pieces of meat are left, mixed with the smell of corpse oil and corpse soaking water.
I don't understand why grandpa let me drink this. But I had some impression that he would come back soon. He once said that I have lost a lot of energy and will always forget many things, but it does not affect my normal life.
When I thought about it yesterday, I asked him what part of my body I had lost. He said that it was very strange and he couldn't tell for sure. He only knew that he was missing and could not recruit him back.
But I have a feeling I'll be able to recruit them back soon...
Qi Fengtu February 30
Intention: Many mourning and blood are hidden in the blood of agitation. Death is not the end of sin, but the beginning of the truth. The preciousness of each person's life should not be reflected by the harm of others, but by its own gentle blooming and brightness. Sin and death will not end, but the continuous pursuit of truth and protection will not be absent either.