The lights suddenly came on in a long-abandoned barber shop in the town. Under the flickering light, the dead landlady was twisting her body. Under her body were patches of dark red blood, like blooming roses. She was lying quietly on the grass by the river, as if lying on a large Northeast flower quilt. When the women in the town saw her, they all scolded her. When the men in the town saw him, they felt sorry for him.
