One Sword Burns the Road

Shen Duanyu didn't cry. The day my mother died in the woodshed, blood flowed out along the threshold, like a red snake. All the children in the tribe were laughing, but Shen Duanyu knelt down, dipped a little blood with his finger, and smeared it on his eyelids. "From now on, I see no color in this world." Ten years later, in the forbidden area of the Shen family, there was a crisp sound, and the young man dug out his eyes.