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

didn’t say anything. She had been pulling a long face.

I knew it was impossible to make it up with her.

The principal suggested that if I ingratiate myself

with her, never argue with her, and be more

concerned about my baby daughter, she would

change her mind.

So, in the name of seeing my baby daughter, I

went to her mother’s home. As I went into her

mother’s house, I saw that Xi Si was having a meal

with a guest. She was all smiles and seemed very

intimate with him. The man was more than thirty

years old. When he saw me, he stood up to greet me.

He was tall, handsome, and wore a pair of glasses

with thick lenses. He looked like a scholar. Shadows

settled upon Xi Si’s face when she saw me. She said

coldly, “This is my husband, Soapy.”

She pointed at the man and said, “This is my

senior apprentice. He is nicknamed Glasses!”

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