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I bit my lip and stepped out the door, holding the basket.
My mother spat behind me.
"What a kiss! It's just a Compensation Goods! Dying would be cleaner!"
I stood at the door, listening as my mother's curses gradually faded away.
A wave of bitterness washed over me. Why is death considered cleaner?
What did my sister do wrong?
I carried the basket to the back mountain and placed it beside the small grave.
One of the stone was missing from the grave.
I circled around the small grave but found nothing.
I remembered Grandma Li saying that if a stone fell off, you had to find another one to place on top.
Otherwise, if someone dug up the grave, no one would know.
After thinking for a moment, I picked up a stone from the roadside that was about the same size as a stone and placed it on top of the grave.
On my way back, I ran into Grandma Chen.
She looked at me with deep eyes.
"Feng Yatou, you should leave this place."
I stood frozen in place.
She sighed again, "It's all fate."
I didn't understand what she was saying.
But she didn't say anything more; she just shook her head and left.
When I got home, my father was already back.
He was holding two chickens, probably planning to sell them for some money.
I never expected these two chickens to still be alive now.
My father's face was filled with excitement. "Aunt Chen lent me ten bucks, saying we should buy Mercury to inject into your sister's body. It guarantees that we can have a son in the future!"
My mother immediately knelt down and offered a few prayers towards the east.
"Thank you, All Gods, for your blessings!"
"Now we won't have to spend money on a Son of Fortune Doll anymore."
With a grand gesture, my father said confidently, "Let's sell some of our old belongings to get some cash."
As he spoke, his gaze fell upon the Fox Fur Coat in the chest.
That was something my grandfather had brought back when he was in the army.
He had always treasured it dearly.
Even when my mother was pregnant with me, he couldn't bear to take it out and wear it.
My mother looked a bit pained. "After all, that's your grandfather's thing..."
My father shot her a glare. "What do you mean 'your grandfather's thing'? It's been sitting here for so long, and he hasn't even come to check on it!"
"Is anything worth less than a human life?"
My mother immediately fell silent.
I felt a wave of fear wash over me.
It seemed as if they no longer cared about my sister's death.
They were only thinking about having another son.
Early the next morning, my father excitedly left the house with a Fox Fur Coat.
My mother began sorting through my sister's clothes.
"Look at this fabric; it's perfect for your brother to wear."
"Oh, and this Little Jacket! You can tell your brother will definitely be taller than you."
Watching her talk to herself like that made my heart ache.
My father quickly finished his errands and returned with a lot of food.
My mother immediately urged me to sit down and eat.
The three of us gathered around a large table.
My father devoured the chicken, not forgetting to praise my mother's cooking.
As my mother looked at the leftover bones, she seemed to be reminiscing about something.
Once my father had eaten his fill, he hurriedly left.
My mother was still busy in the kitchen, saying that we would have another meal later that evening.
I sat in front of the stove, tending to the fire and steaming rice.
Mom was beside me, gnawing on the leftover bones from Dad's meal. In the pot, a large hen was simmering.
I glanced at the chicken, feeling a bit puzzled.
Wasn't this the chicken Dad mentioned a few days ago that he was going to sell?
Perhaps it had been stewing for too long, as its feathers had taken on a yellowish hue.
But Mom didn't seem to notice that detail.
She was lost in her joy of welcoming a boy and couldn't pull herself away from it.
I didn't say anything; after all, it wasn't my place to intervene in this matter.
As night fell, I was awakened by hunger.
A sharp cramp twisted in my stomach.
I felt cold all over.
Curled up in my blanket, I suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Sister, I'm so cold."
It was my sister's voice!
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