It was winter in the fifth year of Conghua in the Yin Dynasty. In Suo City in the northwest, there are a few beggars nesting in a dilapidated temple outside the city. One of the girls named herself Ayao - "Yao" means "Yao" who wants to eat, and "Yao" means "Yao" who wants to live.
No one knows that her surname is Lin and her given name is Yuyao. No one knew that her parents were among the group of people who died in the capital five years ago.
She just wants to live. But the matter of survival has never been up to her.
In the twelfth lunar month of that year, an old man came to the city to pick up women in a nunnery. Ten miles outside the city, there was a nunnery that did not knock wooden fish. In the backyard of the nunnery, there was an account book with a total of thirty-seven names on it. She started a fire.
The fire did not burn her to death, but burned her into another bigger fire - Anhua Village, the 30,000 laid off border troops, a fake letter home from the southwest border that said "Mother is critically ill", and a village full of pregnant women but could not hear the cries of their children...
Some people say that human life is no different from withered grass in the field. Once you cut it, it will grow again.
She didn't believe it.
As the saying goes, don't look back on the past, it comes in vain and goes in a hurry. But she wanted to look back - to see who's name was written down in the book one by one.
Intent: This is a story about "how to survive".