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

I went there and saw Big Wang standing there.

She greeted me with a smile. Then she said, “How

are you getting along?”

I said I was not well at all. I said life was too

hard. Each day felt like a year. I couldn’t eat well and

couldn’t sleep well. I suffered terrible insomnia. One

I said all of that, tears welled up in my eyes. She

laughed and said that she had been testing me. She

wanted to see whether I really loved her.

“Soapy,” she said, “I was told you are a

bookworm. Is that true?”

“Yes, I’m a bookworm. I like reading.”

“What kind of books do you like to read?”

“English. I have to keep reading English,

otherwise I’ll forget it. You know I’m an English

major.”

“It’s good to forget it. English is useless. Nobody

wants to learn it. If you keep reading it, you will be

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