"That old man also said that the neighbor's wife is pregnant again, and this time they did a gender test; it's a boy. He told us not to apologize anymore, as it would be considered unlucky. He also mentioned that on that mountain, there are small graves of baby girls everywhere."
Xingguang's mind conjured images of the bamboo forest filled with small mounds of earth, and his heart sank with sadness.
"Grandpa, in the village where you grew up, there were only about thirty households. But there are at least a hundred small mounds in that bamboo forest."
Xingguang looked icily at Xu Qingnian and suddenly asked, "Are your sisters and aunts also buried there?"
Xu Qingnian's eyes flickered, and he didn't have the courage to meet Xingguang's gaze.
