Revolution
May Fourth Love Letters
Liu Xingzhi is dead.
His wife traveled all the way from Wuxi to Beiping to invite me to the funeral.
She did so because among his personal effects, there were dozens of letters, every single one of them addressed to me.
Yet, in the past ten years, I had only met him seven times.
After Being Pushed into a Deep Well, I Understood
After my husband’s favored concubine shoved me into a deep well, I miscarried. As crimson blood spread through the water, I heard a strange melody rise from the depths.
“Third Set of National Middle School Students’ Radio Gymnastics, Dancing Youth, begins now.”
