Yuan Ming Jiu Monument

My name is Ajiu, and everyone in the village calls me that. I am sixteen years old, have no spiritual roots, and am a waste. Every day I sit at the entrance of the village and carve wooden signs in exchange for two eggs or half a bowl of rice. The old beggar from the next village gave me a piece of steamed bun every day. In the past sixteen years, I have eaten the same steamed buns worth 5,800 yuan. I thought that was a coincidence. The masked girl who escaped asked me to call her Ying. She has a tattoo of a crow holding a book on the back of her neck. When I was bandaging her wound, her blood dripped on the back of my hand and burned me. The pursuers came at night and threatened to exterminate the entire village if they refused to surrender. I pulled her and ran out of the village. Before leaving, I buried the wooden sign around my neck under the old locust tree. I wore that wooden sign from the age of three to sixteen, and it was engraved with a symbol that I couldn't understand. I thought it was something I brought with me when I picked it up. Later I discovered—— Steamed buns are no coincidence. Blood shouldn't be hot. That symbol was carved by me. Who I am? Another name inside me said: "You finally asked." Everyone in this world is living clearly, but I am the only one who can't even figure out whether I am alone. Later I realized that it wasn't that I couldn't find the name. It was someone who broke himself into nine pieces ten thousand years ago. One piece lived for sixteen years. When the wind blew me down from the mountain, I heard someone say in my ear: "Ajiu, stay alive." I don't recognize that voice. But that voice has kept me from dying since I was three years old.