That year, the child's cry disturbed the noisy cicadas, and the burning clouds in the sky made the whole world glow with red light. It was in this hustle and bustle that An Hongdou was born in this small southern town. At that time, there was a bustle of laughter and laughter. Little Aten, who was quietly held in his mother's arms with his big eyes open, looked curiously at the swaddling little girl. This glance seemed to last forever. The red beans on the dustpan by the window add color to the memory.