Empty Mirror Love

A small folding mirror revealed a bloated face and empty eyes. Shusheng was sitting under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, and suddenly he remembered the woman with fire in her eyes seven or eight years ago. They had been exposed to rain in cornfields, survived the winter in a van, and spent seven or eight years doing the "things" an ordinary couple would do throughout their lives, but they had never had a serious meal. Later we broke up, and when we met again across the street, neither of them spoke. Some summers, I can only rot in my heart. This is a story written in language as rough as loess. It is about passion, time, and how two people who valued freedom more than their lives each turned into ashes after a long period of burning.