Yinjiao

In her eyes, Granny Yinjiao herself was a story, a long fascinating story.

After her coming home, Granny Yinjiao had a thatched hut built on the bank of the very river where Xiaoqiao had drowned.

Granny Yinjiao knelt down with a little difficulty. She might have fallen down but for other's help on one side.

After that, everybody knew that your Granny Yinjiao was an excellent wailer.

The Granny Yinjiao before their eyes seemed to have lost her elegant demeanor they had imagined from the legendary descriptions.

How she wished that Granny Yinjiao could cry at a voice highly enough to make the on lookers heartbroken!

But few people knew why your Granny Yinjiao could be such an excellent wailer .

Granny Yinjiao liked Qiuqiu very much. She liked her little pigtail, her small mouth and her eyes which were always narrowed into slits.

With Qiuqiu's accompanying, Granny Yinjiao felt less lonely.

"Xiaoqiao has long been dead. " Jiukuan knew a little about Yinjiao.

Qiuqiu knelt down before Granny Yinjiao's tomb.

On the early morning of 13 September, which was Xiaoqiao's birthday, Granny Yinjiao went to sit by the river.