Chapter 13 sequence

I write poetry to you, through what separates us. —Cheslav Milosz An old man who herded sheep found a pile of soil near a viaduct of the Beijing-Harbin Expressway. The soil was fresh, and it was obvious that someone had buried something here.The old man was very curious, so he went home and took a shovel to dig, and his little granddaughter went with him.Digging to a depth of half a meter, a strange thing appeared in the soil.This thing looks like a stone, the texture is not very hard, the color is yellowish, and it is white. The little granddaughter asked: Grandpa, what is this? The old man was well-informed and thought to himself, could this be the Tai Sui in folklore.

The grandfather and grandson squatted down, and the old man wiped off the soil adhering to this "stone" with his hands, and vaguely saw something inside. After wiping the surface clean, the old man finally saw it clearly, and he was so frightened that he sat down on his buttocks. On the ground, then took the granddaughter's hand and ran. The little granddaughter also saw it. She cried and ran in fright while urinating, and her skirt was soaked.