My name is Liu Xu.
It was taken from my mother, the humble village woman who starved and washed clothes for others. She gave birth to me under the willow tree by the river, just as the first ray of sunshine came on.
The women accompanying me quickly helped clean up, and wrapped me in the Wang family's fine silk and satin. It happened that the down-and-out scholar came to the stall again to help write and read letters. The women crowded me in front of me and asked for a name in front of the yawning scholar.
When I heard this, I tried to remember. The scholar has no face in my memory, I only vaguely remember a piece of droopy skin.
According to me, my mother should not have asked the women to help her, and perhaps she should not have given birth to me, or she should have drowned me nearby. Maybe there won't be so many things later.
By the time my mother found out what was wrapped around me, it was already too late.
Concept: Inspired by Gui Bian's song "Mo Zhe Liu", it is recommended to listen and watch at the same time
