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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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