Quick Wear: The Crazy Host is the Paranoid's Treasure

My name is A Shui.

A-Mao gave me a very nice name, Ruoshui.

I hope I can run freely like water and go wherever I want.

A-Mao was a very brave and beautiful woman.

I heard from the tribesmen that A-Mao loved me very much. When I was just born, A-Mao held me in her arms and refused to let me go.

But I don't believe it.

Because I haven't met A-Mao since I can remember.

Until one day, a thin but still beautiful woman with a slightly bulging belly walked out of a cave guarded by warriors.

The tribesmen told me that the beautiful woman was my grandmother.

For the first time, I knew that my grandma was not dead.

I am very happy.

Because I also have a grandmother.

But I was afraid of that beautiful woman.

She was clearly still alive, eating and drinking the same things, but I just couldn't feel any life from that beautiful woman.

She is like a piece of wood.

One day, Ada brought me a super red and super big fruit. I opened my mouth and wanted to eat it as usual, but the lifeless beautiful woman inexplicably emerged in my mind.

I lowered my head and thought for a while, and finally hid the fruit and planned to bring it to her in the evening.

At night, I plucked up the courage to run into her cave. When the beautiful woman saw me for the first time, she was very alert and her eyes were fierce.

I was shaking with fear.

"A water."

A gentle and sweet voice sounded. I don't know why, but my eyes suddenly turned red. But when I came to my senses, I was already crying in the arms of the beautiful woman.

Later, my relationship with the beautiful woman... no, my relationship with A-Mao became better and better. She told me many stories, which I found very interesting and made me very happy.

So this is what it feels like to have an A-Mao.

Grandma taught me how to read, told me to be strong and brave, and hummed songs for me before I went to bed at night.

A-Mao's belly is getting bigger and bigger.

I know what's in my belly, it's a baby.

A'mao said that she wanted to name him Ruomu.

It must be as strong as a towering tree so that I can be protected from being bullied by my tribesmen.

I am looking forward to the birth of my baby.

But A-Mao became more and more anxious, became thinner and thinner, and her face became terribly pale.

I was very afraid that Grandma would leave, so I held her hands every day, trying to warm them up, but no matter how hard I tried, they wouldn't warm up.

I cried out of fear, begging Grandma not to leave me.

Perhaps my tears moved the gods. After a few days, A-Mao's complexion returned to normal and she could eat a lot in one meal.

I was very happy and held A-Mao's hand tightly and refused to let go.

Just when I thought A-Mao was going to get better, she started bleeding.

There was a lot of blood.

In an instant, Ada's serious and sharp voice, A-Mo's painful cries and the noisy voices of the tribesmen penetrated my ears. I felt a momentary tinnitus. After a long while, when I came to my senses, I could only hear the cry of a baby.

Before I could even rejoice over the birth of the baby, the tribesmen came out carrying A-Mao's body, and I watched them throw A-Mao into the fire.

The fire suddenly burned very fiercely. My pupils constricted and I wanted to rush forward to save A-Mo, but was stopped by A-Da.

I was in great pain. I screamed and kicked but still couldn't escape the control of the strong Ada.

"She's dead. Your grandma is dead."

I don't know who said this, I suddenly stopped, my eyes were empty, but tears kept flowing, huge sorrow pressed down on me.

I want to leave with A-Mao.

I want to die too.