The rain is like silver thread, as if the silk brocade in the hands of the Weaver Girl has broken and fallen into the mortal world. A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, illuminating Rushang's crying face. At this time, Rushang looked haggard and rested his head on a tombstone with only one word on it: Dad. . . . Rushang was an orphan, and Mrs. Wang took care of her until she was 5 years old. She vaguely remembered Mrs. Wang's appearance. Mrs. Wang was very thin, very kind, and was very kind to her. . . . Gradually. . She saw Mrs. Wang and her brother lying in a pool of blood, and then there was a fire that burned everything, her adoptive mother, her brother, and her home. . Everything was lost in that fire. . . The next day, her eyes were red from crying. At Aunt Lin's house, Aunt Lin told her not to be afraid and that her mother was just sleeping. . . A year later, Aunt Lin's family was killed. . Neighbors said she was a disaster. People would hide or beat her when they saw her walking on the street. Children would attack her in groups whenever they saw her. . . That day when she was walking on the street, a group of children came over and stoned her. When she resisted, the bad children beat her until her head was bloody. . She walked to the graves of Mrs. Wang, her brother, and Aunt Lin's family in a daze. "Mother, Aunt Lin, brother... Quanquan misses you so much. They all said that you would never wake up even if you were here. You were all harmed by me..." Rushang knelt in front of the tomb where she was beaten by the bad boys. A lot of blood flowed out. Someone beside her said to her, "Do you want revenge?" Revenge. . This word appeared in Rushang's mind, and Rushang remembered the word "think!" After Rushang said it with all his strength, he fainted. . . .