Fengge Xueluo

Only when the monster's body is broken can it be reborn!

An anomaly in the literary world, the genius Bai Qiao

Cutting oneself open with a sharp knife, a ridiculous and crazy life experience and family history.

"If I lived under the water, my life would be like this. I would have a normal father and a less busy mother, and my life would be sweet." ──Bai Qiao

The young man from the snake's nest is accustomed to alienated gentleness, sealing the chaotic and sticky ancient sorrow, so he prides himself on being safe. Now the semicolon is the boundary, cutting through time and space, cutting the bones with a sharp knife to see the marks of the annual rings, picking up the words in the soul, like a spring silkworm spinning silk, wrapping it up layer by layer until the monster breaks out of the body and becomes the real "I". In the name of his mother's antique shop "Fengge Xueluo", the painful memories turned into flowers, turning into a sad growth history and family story.

Opening the drawers in the study room, each compartment contains photos and memories from different periods. The first thing that comes into view is the pearl-faced, enlarged-printed wedding photos of my parents. The person implicated is my grandmother who ran Nanhua Publishing House in her early years and whose husband died young. , his mother who took care of him alone and ran an antique shop, and his father who became Adam and went crazy. Growing up in a female circle since childhood, her physique is Yin, and she has unspeakable longings and desires. She can only destroy her gender and herself first. When the fatherless can learn to become silent in matter, and the ants eat away all memories and worries, the world will be worry-free and pure.

The unmoving sadness of the white wood is named "grey amber". It was originally a filth, but after years of erosion and oxidation, it has become a precious and omnipotent thing, with occasional faint fragrance floating and flickering light and shadow. In a dark corner, he coldly reshapes memories, almost cruelly deconstructing himself, and these trivial matters are not black and white. He describes them with incomparable colors, touches of gold, light crimson..., or makes them enchanting. Transformed into snakes, fish, butterflies... Perhaps it is these weirdness and beauty that make Yi Yi's ordinary life experience seem to exist alone in another time and space. Now, each of them is safe.