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    Xu Han met Old Man Ma in the winter of 1986.

    After killing the big black dog, she did not go back to the bridge pier. She only staggered forward, crossed the bridge, and found a dead end.  At the end of the alley there was a tent made of bamboo poles and rags. Xu Han climbed into the tent, lay down and closed his eyes.  She stabbed the tailor's big black dog in the neck with a stone. The legs of her pants were covered with large amounts of dark red blood, both from the dog and from herself.  The arm that was bitten with blood by the big black dog felt painful and cold, and finally became numb and lost consciousness.

    The cold wind kept whining and poured into the broken tent, chilling her limbs and eyelids.

    I don¡¯t know how long it took, but she vaguely heard someone coming in and touching her arm with something cold:

    ¡°Girl, you¡¯re covered in blood, did you kill someone?¡±

    It¡¯s a hoarse, old voice.  Xu Han lay there motionless, but no longer wanted to pretend to be dead.  She felt very cold, and there was no part of her body that was not cold.  She knew she was going to die, her eyelids seemed to be frozen, and she couldn't even muster the energy to open her eyes.

    Seeing that she had no reaction at all with her eyes closed, the man squatted down and felt her breath.

    She thought he would hit her, but he didn't.

    He made a gurgling sound in his throat, and then made a strange "ka-ka" sound.  In the darkness, Xu Han felt something sticky and hot hitting his face.

    That¡¯s a mouthful of phlegm.

    The old man left for a while, Xu Han was not sure how long.

    When he came back, he kicked her on the waist: "You're still lying down, don't you plan to move?" He didn't have much strength, but he kicked her on the ground one after another, until she hit the rough concrete.  He hit the wall, "This is your grandfather's and my land, do you understand? Ah?"

    Xu Han didn¡¯t say a word or move, like a dead person.  After playing for a long time, the old man felt bored.  He spat again and muttered to himself: "He's mute."

    So he simply ignored her, laid out the newspaper, sat down to tidy it up, and started a fire.

    Having just returned from begging for food at Qiaoxi Night Market, he still had two steamed buns and one cake left in his small iron basin.  He wiped his hands on his dirty pants, grabbed the steamed bun and gnawed it.  After the two pieces of steamed buns were gone, he turned around and glanced at the little girl lying crookedly in the corner, and found that her bruised eyes were open a slit, and the dark eyeballs flickered in the light of the fire.  Shen became the only part of her body that was still a little angry.  The bite mark on her arm no longer bleeds, and she doesn't know if the wound has scabbed over or if the blood has drained away.

    "Did you kill that dog in the Qiaoxi tailor shop?" He grabbed the cake again, tilted his head and smacked his lips while mumbling, "You've been raising a dog for ten years, that's all.  You killed me. The old tailor was crying like his wife was dead."

    The little girl still made no sound, her dry and cracked mouth was open bloodlessly, her eyes were still open just a slit, as if she was really dead, a hard corpse.  The old man finished eating the cake, then picked up the crumbs that fell on him and stuffed them into his mouth, saying, "It's easier to kill you than to kill a dog to let them know it was you."

    After picking up the crumbs, he wiped his mouth and raised his head to look at her again.

    Xu Han was lying there, her expression as stiff as a corpse had not changed at all, but tears were dripping from the corners of her eyes, gurgling like blood from the body of the dog whose neck she had stabbed.  It keeps flowing.

    That was the first time Xu Han knew that no matter how cold a person is, the blood and tears flowing from his body are still hot.

    The next morning, the old man removed the rags hanging from the awning, tied Xu Han up like firewood, and carried her all the way to the city center.

    He knelt on the street crowded with college students, crying and begging.  Xu Han lay on his back on the rag like a dead man, his consciousness gradually blurring.  In the shadow, she heard the old man's voice:

    "My granddaughter who committed evil! Without her father and mother, she comes out to beg for food with this crippled old man like me!"

    Bang-dang-dang, someone threw a coin into the bowl in front of his knees.

    "My granddaughter who committed evil! Her hand was bitten by an evil dog, and she is about to go to the ground to meet the King of Hell!"

    A young student passed by and took out two cents from his pocket.

    "What evil did I do in my previous life! I am just a granddaughter!"

    The coins bounced in the bowl, loud and jarring.

    Xu Han saw several figures gathered around, buzzing with discussion.  She lay there like a fish disemboweled on a chopping board.

    Her tears have been shed.  Where tears flow, the skin becomes chapped and the wound becomes inflamed.Pus oozed from the red, swollen, and broken skin, and it hurt from the cold wind.

    She thought, at least she would still feel pain.

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