Me, that's me, my hands are red and full of fishy stench, and my little lips are also bright red, with blood flowing from the corners of my mouth, but it's not my blood. The enamel basin in front of him was also red, and there were more than a dozen bodies of small crucian carp floating, headless.
The pile of dead fish heads next to the basin had round eyes that stood out unusually.
How many years later, you still mention this matter, I have no impression, except that those pairs of eyes are still looking at me somewhere, with doubts, horror, contempt, despair, and gentleness, but they are yours.
At first glance, this work looks a bit like "Sunny on July 7th" by Lou Yuqing, but strangely enough, I only saw "Sunny on July 7th" after I had roughly finished writing this work. In fact, it is still different. The relationship between brother and sister, in addition to family affection, may also include some forbidden love, but besides love, it is more about blood ties that cannot be let go.