Xu Ruizi stood in the corridor. Her father had not been around for a long time after her mother left. He spent all day raising cranes and horses in front of the court and letting them go to Nanshan. The third uncle in the court was struggling to support him. The Xu family was a big family with hairpins and it was almost impossible to survive.
"Dad, our family can't go on like this. Shunsheng and I are still pointing fingers at you." The fifteen-year-old girl had just lost her mother and pointed at her biological father to cheer up and pull her and her brother up to overcome the current difficulties. She remembered her crying and begging her father, "We have lost our mother. If you continue to hang out with monks and Taoist priests all day long, what can the second sister of ours do? Shunsheng is only twelve years old."
At that time, Mr. Xu Wu gently and slowly lifted her hand away from his knee, with his eyes closed, and he looked like a rich but old man. He said, "You are raised by the clan. I don't need you when I am alive, and I don't want you to bury me when I die."
In an atmosphere filled with cigarette smoke, evening drums and morning bells, her father opened his eyes, as if he was still as loving as before. He said, "I don't care about you anymore. I was born to a monk."