Ivy's Translations

 Chapter V In this way, the little boy stayed shamelessly. Many years later, when the boy recalled this incident, he almost felt that he had accomplished an impossible feat. After his bastard brother grew up, he showed his bastard characteristics to an unparalleled level. He was born with a heart of stone and always kept his word. The boy sometimes doubted whether there was anything in the world that could change Wei Qian’s mind. But that year, after observing for several months and coaxing for several weeks, he actually succeeded in impressing this heartless bastard. After the little boy lived in Wei Qian’s house, he slowly recovered his ability to speak, but he was still silent most of the time, as if he was worried that his presence was too strong and would attract others’ dislike and abuse. At first, he didn’t even dare to go to the bed or the sofa. At night, he huddled in the corner and slept on the ground like a little wild dog. It seemed that as long as he had a roof to s...

 Chapter VI The next day, Wei Qian went out and saw that the little boy was still there. He had a big head and thin limbs, and he had shrunk into a round ball. Wei Qian almost tripped over the ragged ball. After a night, the anger in his heart had mostly subsided. Wei Qian looked down helplessly at the little thing that had shrunk into a ball, wondering what the little boy was thinking. Wei Qian felt that he was emitting the light of revenge on society, without the light of Buddha or the infinite heavenly master. Looking back, he seemed to have never given the other party a good face. Wei Qian didn't understand what this little thing that seemed to be ready to fight at any time saw in him, and he actually let down his guard so easily and even relied on him. Fortunately, it was summer. If it was winter, the little boy would be frozen to death if he slept outdoors in the north. A tiny thing that looked like Xiao Bao when he stood up. He couldn't really go home and take out a ...

 Chapter III  Wei Qian was afraid that “Ghost Dog” would suffer in his life, so he considerately hit him with a brick several more times until the dog’s head was smashed to pieces. Then he threw the brick down with a heavy breath and smeared the dog’s blood on the wall. He had a chance to look up at the little boy who had caused him trouble, but the ungrateful wolf had taken the can of canned food while he was beating the dog, hugged it in his arms, and devoured it. Perhaps Wei Qian’s eyes were too murderous, the little boy shuddered, looked at Wei Qian with a pair of big black eyes, and a row of canned soup accidentally flowed down the corner of his mouth. He immediately reached out to catch it in fear and licked his hand clean. Wei Qian’s nameless anger in his heart became even stronger, and he wanted to step on the little boy’s head and let him lick his shoes to his heart’s content. Seeing his scary look, the little guy thought he was going to steal his cans, so he immedia...

  Chapter II When Xiaobao was eleven months old, still a little ball in open-crotch pants, and had just learned to walk a few steps with her hands tied to her chest, her father died. His death was quite brutal, in a car accident – he was walking home after finishing his night shift in the dark. On the way, he thought of taking a shortcut when no one was around, so he rode his two-wheeled bicycle onto the motorway. As soon as he got on, he was hit by a truck and thrown several meters away. He and the truck were flattened together and could never be recovered. Wei Qian’s family once again became an orphan with a widow. This is actually nothing, there are so many orphans and widows in the world – for example, the family of Ma Zi who sells fried dough sticks every morning. Others also wiped their tears, straightened their backs, and lived like human beings. But Wei Qian soon discovered with horror that his beautiful and kind “mother” had turned into a fucking evil woman overnight. ...

  Chapter I    Crying in a laughing way, living with death. —Yu Hua, “To Live”. He dreamed that he was still very young, about five or six years old, sitting at the head of the bed, with a hot radiator on one side and a woman on the other. The woman was pregnant, so he didn’t dare to lean on her, and only leaned his tilted head on her arm to create a false impression of intimacy and dependence. The woman was really beautiful, not much different from those popular stars on TV, with an oval face, fair complexion, and neat eyebrows. She was holding a tattered old book in her hand and was reading the story carefully. The woman seemed to have a low level of education and very limited reading ability. She also stuttered when reading simple fairy tales, and often had confusing punctuation, but she seemed to be quite happy, holding the book in one hand and resting the other on her belly, with a sweet and clear voice and a calm and beautiful expression. “…The children walked ...