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When a dream is repeatedly illuminated by a bronze mirror, the dream acquires the weight and strength of an entanglement. When I woke up from the weak confusion at the end of the sixth dream, the seventh dream was filled with dark green foam in the turbulent waves of the ancient Yunnan swamp. Commander "Che", "General" strategist, and "Bao" commander continued in their dream outside the sixth dream, and penetrated into this dream through their eyes, ears and mouth, as another supplement to the mystery of the past after the death of their physical world. My dreams, through their virtual existence, record the ancient Yunnan mythical beasts, real legends and wars. I had a premonition that this dream was unusual. In the dark green foam, I heard the mixed sounds of many ancient beasts. These sounds do not come from reproduction. They have the same harbinger and aura as those wars in ancient Yunnan that have always troubled me.

I realized in my brain that I had merged with the enemy who killed me. We were tried together in December 1989 at the Jinxucheng People's Court. The pale walls around him amplified a solemn voice. It cut into my sensing area, and its voice, weakened by the amplification of falsehood, wavered and tried to envelope the surroundings. I am the brain. My crime is intentional homicide. Due to insufficient evidence, although he was sentenced to death, his execution was suspended for two years. This gave my killer, and me as a brain, a chance to survive. When the judge pronounced us guilty, my first reaction was that this voice seemed to be the guilty one.

Embroidered shoes and the little feet inside once became the symbol of women in Jinxu City in an era. Unai's grandmother is the final representative of this symbol. During the days when we came here to practice Emei Lao Tao martial arts, as disciples, Wu Nai and I ran there every morning before dawn and struggled to lift the weight of the stone lion under a tall yarrow tree. In the darkness, a steel pipe passed through the hollow of the stone lion's upper body. One of us squatted at one end, half-bent, "whooshing" and swinging hard from side to side in a rhythmic manner. Just like the long gray-black cloth that Wu Nai's grandma must use every day, it is rolled up bit by bit in the dark, wrapped tightly by the little feet, and then slowly put into the embroidered shoes with pointed upturned toes.