C136 A young man with bad luck

I was taken home by a young man. On a table. You really did give me up. Put me in a shrine on the wall. There was a red cloth under me. Set up a censer. Burn incense and kowtow for me, cry. He said it over and over again that he really regretted it.

I wanted to ask him what he had done to make me regret being such a bird. But I couldn't speak. It was just a statue. Now