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Wang Li sat on the big bluestone at the entrance of the village, staring blankly ahead, his eyes full of confusion. There is no one around desolate. A gust of wind blew and Wang Li shivered. He subconsciously tightened his belt.
He has been hungry for three days, since the day his mother died.
I haven't heard from his father since he left Wang Jiacun six months ago, not even a letter about him. Wang Gou only vaguely remembers a place name "Chixian City" he said when he left.
When his father left, Wang Li didn't even pull. He watched his father get on the horse and leave.
After his father left, his mother sat on this big bluestone every day, waiting for her husband to come back. However, she finally didn't hold on. After half a year, his mother died.
Wang Li sold his house in order to bury his mother. I bought a small coffin from the shopkeeper of the coffin shop. He huddled his mother's body before stuffing it into that small coffin.
No one from Wang Jiacun came to see his mother off on the day of burial. Wang Li camel the coffin to the foot of Qing Niu Shan, which is not too far from the village, and from the foot of Qing Niu Shan to the mountain. Camel to the "Feng Shui Treasure Cave" that his grandfather said before he died.
Silently buried the coffin, took a stone tablet and put it on the grave. Stone ...
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