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Yu Jihui: “A Stinking Old Ninth – A Tale of the Coal Capital” (updated on July 2020)
“Soapy, relax! Give me some time. I might
return to normal and forgive you. I just need time,”
she consoled me.
For a moment I lost control of myself and tears
flooded down from my cheeks. I took a step forward
and hugged White Swan tightly, but she pushed me
away resolutely, saying, “You can’t do that! You
can’t!”
I retreated, my face red with shame. To break the
embarrassment, I said, “Your mother told me you
work in a primary school. Is this the school?”
“Yes, it is. It’s a village school. I’m the only
teacher here. The large house is the classroom. I’ve
got more than fifty pupils to teach…”
“Oh, it’s unbelievable. Is the small room your
living room?”
“Yes, it is. It’s my office as well.”
“So, you live here?”
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