There is a rule in the native place, all where one digs well, must offer sacrifices to the land before starting building. Place a small desk or stool on becoming the place of the well head soon, fruit biscuit melon seed peanut of tobacco and wine,etc. are being put on the desk stool, might not take a lot, two or three kinds are enough. The persons who start building burn joss sticks and pay one's respects to, probably fit souls for the land, or try to get and sanction. The children assemble a crowd to surround and watch, I am one of them too, lively and goodlooking, a handful of peanuts, two biscuits that may be assigned to by sheer good luck after pursuing to sacrifice even more.

One day, it's my home 's turn to dig well. Father sacrifices as a rule, I send cakes holding together after finishing, has not opened one's mouth yet, the spade in his hand has been broken in the place that put the stool just now ruthlessly. The ground is broken in a hole, the same as wounds on one's body of people. I ache in mind, think indistinctly father does evil, he injures the land, have not just seen that bleed.

I remember that piece send cake how eat up, perhaps I forget to eat up it in the fear at all. That is what has been eaten up by time at one yuan sends the cake, time is after eating up that delicious sending cakes, leave me indelible memory.

That hole pounding on the ground has been turned into a well head soon. The well is dig deeper and deepered, father who excavates well sinks deeper and deeper in the land too. I lie prone and look at father in the well head meticulously regardless of the berating loudly of mother, he, like a piece of mud frog of the bottom hole, I even hear the cry like mud frog that he sends out.

I call him blaming, he does not answer, I shout again.

He promises once in a while, that sound is wet and sinking in a low and muffled voice inside, seem a long time climb to the well head from the bottom hole just.

I really worry whether father has really promised me below, I have continued calling it. Perhaps he is impatient of a bit, is answering loudly, I have breathed a sigh of relief.

Dig to more than 3.33 meters deeply, has surfaced. I think that is that land has bled, a bit sentimental. Lie prone in the well head, and then call father, father will not respond me really. I am more and more afraid, always afraid that is dug so that the land of the blood flow gurgle will make father getting stuttering.

The well was dug very deeply, father no longer went down at last. I bent and looked at the bottom hole, discovered unexpectedly father was soaked in cool well water still below, black, changed beyond recognition. I had one's face covered with tears suddenly. See and then father, feel he so strange, I call he several days. Mother thought I was ill, touched my forehead, but it was very cool. She speaks haltingly in the mouth not understanding, this child  

Knew later, in that well water, was my own shade. 

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