On this night, Lin Xiangwan had a dream—
It was as if she had returned to the countryside of her childhood, to the harsh woman who lived there, and to the sloppy man who always made her cook so that he could enjoy his drink.
"You little brat, how dare you loaf around here! Have you finished all your chores? Have you washed the clothes?"
A very young Lin Xiangwan found herself extremely exhausted, yearning to sleep, unable to keep her eyes open.
But that woman was constantly screaming into her ear.
Slowly, she opened her eyes, but the light was dim and the whole scene was colorless and gray.
It was like watching a black-and-white television.
The house was barren and the walls filthy.
Little Wanwan was lying next to a coal pile, trying to rest in secret.
She didn't expect to be discovered and berated, she still wanted to sleep.
She saw the nasty woman pick up a broomstick, raising it to strike her.
She closed her eyes, not daring to watch.
