The aunt has been waiting for her red leather to take her and her daughter to see the moon in the city. On a bright and clear night, they depended on each other quietly, on the high roof or balcony (their roof or balcony), the apple-like red moon hung in the blue sky, as if it was within reach, with sparse stars dotting it, golden beans shining like light, green leaves decorating the city moon... Maybe, all this was just a fantasy of the aunt, and she subconsciously grafted her life into this romantic and cruel story. And she has tailor-made the role of a victim for herself. She wants to shape her ordinary and lonely life into something extremely vigorous, tragic and magnificent...
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