"Home, Tenar! Home!" In the deep valley in the twilight, apple trees are just about to bloom, and among the branches hiding in the shadows, you can occasionally see an early-blooming apple blossom, red and white, like a faintly shining star.The thick new grass, which has just been soaked by rain, spreads along the path among the fruit trees, and the little girl is running happily on the grass.When she heard the call, she didn't go home immediately, but went around in a big circle.The mother waited by the door of the hut, against the firelight behind her, watching her daughter hopping home, a tiny figure like a thistle crest swaying in the darkening grass under a tree.

In the corner of the hut, while cleaning a sticky hoe, the father said: "Why do you care about that child? They will come to take her away next month and never come back. Why don't you just pretend that she is dead and go to the grave? No way. Why hang on to something that's not meant to be yours? She's of no use to us. She'd be worth something if they paid for it, but that's not the case. Since it was taken for nothing, Don't worry about it any more." The mother didn't say a word, but still watched the child; the child stopped halfway, looking up at the faint sky between the fruit trees.Above the mountains and trees, Venus, commonly known as the evening star, is shining brightly.

"She's not our child. She hasn't been ours since they came here and said Tenar was the 'Tomb Warden Priestess' they were looking for. Why can't you figure it out?" The man's voice was harsh. , full of resentment and bitterness. "You have four children, and they will stay, but this girl won't. Don't worry about her, let her go!" "When the time comes," said the woman, "of course I will let go." At this moment, the little girl ran across the mud with her bare white feet and arrived home.The mother bent down to pick up her daughter, and when she turned around and entered the room, she lowered her head and kissed the ends of her hair.The daughter's hair was dark, while her own looked pale in the light of the flickering fire.

The man stood barefoot on the muddy ground outside the house, and the soles of his feet felt cold.Overhead, the bright spring sky was darkening.In the twilight, his face was full of sadness: it was a dejected and angry sadness, but he himself could never find enough words to express his sadness.In the end, he shrugged and followed his wife into the small hut that was shaded by fire and echoed with childish chatter.