You are still young, you are a girl, you are more sensible than your brother...
The environment was dark, with a stove, a stove, a dilapidated wardrobe, an old TV, a fire bed and a pile of fairly neat beddings. Oh, and a small window with an old sheet hanging on it. It was the only source of natural light in the house. In a small house with little sunlight, these words were repeated every day.
Hu Yue has been listening to these words since she was a child, and they are deeply rooted in her bones, but her rebellion is still growing day by day. Her daily hope is to look at the north-facing window and think about escaping day after day...
Concept: There are always some people who have neither ability nor luck, huddled in a corner of the world