From the day I was eighteen, I always had a dream. In my dream, there were opera songs, singing about snakes carrying sedan chairs, and ghosts seeing off my relatives! Ghosts. It is said that on the night I was born, thousands of snakes emerged, and countless snakes poured in from the front and back of the house. It was not until I fell to the ground that those snakes pointed their heads in my direction and bowed to me three times before leaving. The village The old people all said that I was a little Fuwa who was born under the blessing of a snake, but they looked at me with complicated eyes, with distress, fear, and