"Why don't you give that plot of land to our youngest son already?" Mr. Li suggested. "Then his wife will stop bothering us."
"No! That plot of land is for Li Shi," Mrs. Li said, choking with sobs.
"But Li Shi is dead," Mr. Li said lowly.
Mrs. Li started to cry. "It's all my fault. If we had treated Li Shi better, he wouldn't have died. Oh, my little Li Shi. He couldn't have died. Didn't the villages see him in town once? Let's go there and look for him."
She sobbed as she spoke. She seemed to have thought of something and started to cry even more sadly. "Li Shi must hate us if he's alive but refuses to return. It's all your mother's fault, Li Shi. If it weren't for me, would we end up like this?"
Mr. Li did not know what to say to his wife. He could only say, "You're not in good health. You can't get angry and can't cry. The doctor said that your eyes are…"
