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

took me a long time to find the channel that went in

the direction of White Swan’s hometown. It was

already time to check in and the long queue of

passengers began to move to the entrance. I looked

anxiously for White Swan in the crowd, but I

couldn’t see her. I looked up, and suddenly I saw her.

She was at the front of the queue and had just

stepped into the entrance at a distance. I shouted at

the top of my voice. But she couldn’t hear it and

soon disappeared in the throng.

I don’t know how I got back to my school. I

would have cried loudly with abandon if I were not a

big man. I regretted what I had done. I needed to

explain myself. I needed to tell her the whole story of

what had happened while she was away from school.

But she left in such a hurry that she hadn’t even

given me one minute to pour out my heart. She must

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