She Is in Her Own Way

There are no cats in Bluestone Town. This is not a custom, this is weird. The leaves of the old locust trees at the entrance of the town fall red in summer. Su Ya could see a thread holding strings under each leaf, extending into every house in the town. Invisible to others. She is eleven years old and has a leaf birthmark on her palm. The new woman who moved in has a cat. The first cat meows and the whole town loses sleep. The cat meowed for the second time, and two words came into her mind: Got it. This is the rule. What Su Ya said was the rule. From self-confidence to establishing rules, six levels of growth. Others thought she was acting coquettishly, but they didn't know she was setting rules. There are more than just locust trees in the town. In the silk reeling factory that had been abandoned for twenty years, the loom was idling, weaving a dead female worker. Something is tugging at the river lantern at the bottom of the river. The black threads on the top of the Causeway formed a giant Cthulhu-like face, facing her window. Road closure notices have been posted. Eleven years ago, there was a crack in the sky, and a ray of origin escaped, fell into a window in Qingshi Town, and fell into the belly of a woman. No more than nine people in the world know it. The woman's name is Su Xiulan. Her daughter's name is Su Ya. Owe one. One more. Huaishu is asking for an account. But what if Su Ya herself is that account?