Mian Stele

The name field is empty. He knew he had a name, it was in the back of his throat, almost ready to be shouted. But not even close. He opened his mouth, but there was no sound. He heard two voices, very far away, stacked together, one rising, the other falling. He couldn't hear what was being shouted. The gray belt is very windy. Liu Changjiang's light blue military uniform was blown up, and Shi followed behind with a ruler knife. The sand underfoot was gray-white, and the people in front did not look back. The grass on the back hill is very deep. Shi ran down desperately, with only Yu Fu's words in his ears: Don't look back, don't look back. The grass blades were rustling, as if something was about to jump out. Shi fell into a pure white world. The floor rippled, in circles. He lay on his back and saw his face rising from beneath the surface of the water. The mouth was moving, it wanted to shout a name. It cannot shout.