Dirty and moist floors, foul smelly and cold air.
A row of shriveled figures lay on a simple earth kang, staring at me with alert eyes.
Next to the Kang, there is a deeply decomposed body.
Although I was wearing a mask, I still felt like vomiting.
I pointed the recording pen carefully at the mouth of the old man in the innermost area of the Tukang.
If you don’t see it with your own eyes, who can believe that there is such a miserable person alive in the world.
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Who is the dead? I ask.
The old man was as thin as a skeleton with sunken eye sockets. There was no electric light in the room so the light was dim, so I am not sure if he is already blind.
It was my eldest son. The old man said that he wanted to leave me, so he died.
The old man is already so thin that he has small broken skin near his shoulders, and it seems that his ribs can be seen.
I looked at the greasy and tattered sheet beside him. There was an empty space and the traces of being opened. Some yellow-red things that I don’t know are exposed below.
It seems that someone has really left.
Then the man died.
To live like this, we all understand that it might be better to die.
However, people always like to instinctively choose to live in pain.
This is human spirit and human tragedy.
Knowing how long it has been, my woman left her child and left me.
The old man’s voice was like a gossamer.