I must be dead, having had a very long dream, dreaming of the past with laughter, the past after I left.

The people in the village no longer believe in the power of the Hundred Blessings Bowl, but believe in the deity in the lake.

They held a grand sacrifice, offering the most beautiful women in the village to Him.

So they tore up the notice from Xiaoxiao.

They threatened Xiaoxiao to obey, otherwise they would tear up my notice as well.

No one went to save her. I shouted until my voice was hoarse and cried until my eyes blurred, but no one went to save her.

My Xiaoxiao, who brought me meals and taught me to read, wearing a red wedding gown, drank pesticide in the well.

A pair of red shoes, a hemp rope, an overturned stool.

At that moment, her resentment awakened all the female spirits in this land who couldn't rest in peace or be reborn.

They had only one voice, to live and to have justice.

I saw her turn her head, tears of blood streaming down, but I wasn't afraid. I rushed towards her.

She smiled at me, like countless sunsets, gently handing me food.

She said, "Stay alive."

I woke up, waking up in an empty ancestral hall, tears streaming down my face.

The police came, and they discovered the extinct village, with only the old teacher from the village still alive.

And me, who had just woken up.

I looked at the teacher, she recognized me, and I recognized her, the prototype of the paper person in that dilapidated office.

She said just one sentence, "I thought that once you passed the mountains, everything would be better."

I said, "Beauty is not the problem, jealousy and hatred are."

That figure with shiny black hair hid behind the pillar in the ancestral hall, and I smiled as I looked at the corner of her shoe.

It's great, no matter what way, to save you.

- The End -