Return to the Dust and Break the Wasteland

On a rainy night, a village in the city. His mother was coughing up blood, so he clutched the ancestral Guichen jade pendant, bit it into pieces and swallowed it in his stomach. After a mudslide, he traveled to another world and became a low-level wild dog that everyone could bully. Three years. My mother only had three years left to live. He tempered his bones in the mud, dug out the buried surname in the scrap iron pile, and heard his breathing synchronized with his own heartbeat deep in the mine tunnel. His obsession is to go back to the moment when he was submerged by the mudslide to save his mother. On the cliff, the leader of the hunting team who was chasing him dismounted his horse and held his knife: "Tell my son for me that his father is not a demon who only knows how to kill people." In the mine, the female nun who looked exactly like his first love made fake news for him, looked after him, and blocked the knife for him. On the wedding night, the red hijab fell to the ground, and the curse of heaven came upon her. Before she died, she coughed up blood and called his name in her previous life. She tied the red string around his wrist: "Wear it for the rest of your life and you are not allowed to take it off." Useless person. Half crazy. His father's brother. Before he died, he spat wine on his face: "Don't imitate your father and carry yourself to death. You have to go back alive and buy your mother that shabby heated room." "Nailed to the Bone, Drunk in the Red Dust, Drunk and Reminiscing about the Romance" When he finally stood on the top of the rules, he discovered that the hemoptysis of three generations was not a disease, but the backlash written in the blood of heaven. He took out the jade pendant with still blood stains on it and said to the rule maker: "You are wrong. It is your turn to swallow this injury." Returning to dust and breaking up the wasteland run through the entire text. Heated room. Mother was peeling garlic, with a jade pendant tied on a red string on her wrist. The wild strawberry fields outside the window are bearing fruit. Only Guichen is hot. (The complete outline of the super long article has been decided, and it will be stable and not unfinished, with a five-line closed-loop sense of fate)