Henna

It's scary. If you can't stand it, I suggest you don't watch it! ! ! When a heavy rain broke down the backyard fence, Lin Wan dug out a clay pot from the mud. There were more than a dozen nails soaked in the bottom of the jar, with impatiens petals stuck between the nails, and the sweet and fishy smell made people feel stifled. The mother-in-law stood behind her with a bamboo stick and laughed, saying that this was an old way to win a man's heart. She would soak his nails for forty-nine days and he would have to come back even if he went to the end of the world. Lin Wan remembered that her husband had just cut his nails before he left, and she had thrown the broken nails into the flowers in the corner of the yard. Until late at night, when she reached for the bedside scissors, she saw her mother-in-law standing outside the window holding a clay pot. The rain trickled down the old man's silver hair, and the scattered nails in the jar somehow formed into complete finger shapes. "There's still one last piece left." My mother-in-law said softly. Lin Wan lowered his head, and the little fingernail on his right hand was gone. The fingertips were empty, filled with the sweet fragrance of impatiens and a little pain from being cut off.