When I was twelve years old, I blew up a nest of yellow skins with a cannon. After that, I fell ill with a strange illness and was bedridden. My grandfather traveled all over the village and found nothing to do. In the evening, my grandfather took the tribute and went to the ancestral grave to ask my great-grandfather for help.
The next day I was able to walk, and I waited in the yard for my grandfather to come back. When he came back, he seemed to have lost his soul, and he kept waiting for me to watch.
In the afternoon, grandpa held gongs and drums on the road in the village and shouted: Green clothes and white willows look at the world. The fox yellow has protected my three generations of leisure. If the gray and yellow come into the house, don't disturb my ancestors' leisure.
Grandpa disappeared the next day, and there was a young man in Tsing Yi who took me out of our village behind him.
Intention: Fantasy