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Yu Jihui: “A Stinking Old Ninth – A Tale of the Coal Capital” (updated on July 2020)


               about politics at all. You never  even  made any


               speeches at political meetings. Is that true?”



                       “Yes, it is,” I mumbled.


                       “I would feel ashamed to have a politically



               backward man as my lover.”


                       I was very upset. I said nothing and just walked



               with  her, lowering my head. It was a late Autumn


               afternoon. Night was setting in. Street lights lit  up.



               Gentle breeze was caressing our faces. She went into



               Lei Feng park in the district (Lei Feng was a soldier


               of the People’s Liberation Army. After his death, Lei


               was characterized as  a selfless and modest person



               who was devoted to the communist party, Chairman



               Mao,  and the people of  China. All Chinese people


               know him.) I followed  her into  it. She  walked  to



               Lei’s statue and stopped there. She stared at me for


               some time.










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