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

have misunderstood me. She must have thought I had

betrayed her. Her heart must have been bleeding.

Back in the bedroom, I threw myself on to my bed

and covered my head with my quilt. Tears welled up

in my eyes.

Nearly every day I wrote a letter to White Swan.

But two months had passed I hadn’t received any

reply from her. I couldn’t fall sleep at night. I

couldn’t concentrate my attention on study. I looked

as if I were at my wit’s end. Summer vacation came.

Early in the morning, on the first day of the vacation,

I went to the train station and bought a ticket to her

hometown. Fortunately, just at that moment, there

was a train that was soon to depart. I jumped on to

the train in time. But the train was not an express

roaring down the line at seventy miles an hour.

Instead, it dawdled, station after station. I was

burning with impatience and was on pins and needles.

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