In the train, on my way to the city, I looked back upon all the things that happened to me since I first met Luo. Where is he now? Does he hate me for leaving him? Will he forgive me?
Will I ever see him again? The question that will always haunt me is ‘will he ever forgive me for killing our child?’. One side of me really cares about these tings, but the other side of tells me that I should leave behind all the things that happened. The memories of sneaking into Four-
Eyes’ shag and stealing the books and then hiding them in the cave. And the special encounter with Luo that I will never forget since it caused me to go through all that trouble with the abortion. I arrived in the city and different thoughts rushed all through me. Cars rushing …show more content…
The stacks of paper on the basket tilting left and right moving the whole bicycle with it, the man on the other side did not appear to notice it at all and he carelessly continued rushing across the streets.
After walking on the streets for long time, still astounded by my surroundings. Night time was approaching. I became conscious of the fact that I needed a place to stay and I did not think of bringing money or anything to trade with at. I was exhausted, the long journey the hustle and bustle around me, I just needed some time to take in al that has happened the past few hours. I walked straight ahead in one direction, when drawing near a small village in the suburban area. As I entered the village I encountered an older women struggling to carry …show more content…
I walked towards her and offered to help her carry the baskets to the shed. The woman gratefully accepted the offer and together we carried the vegetables to the storage room. In the shed, the women enquired about my visit to the village. I explained to her that I used to live in a very small village on Phoenix Mountain, people that came to these mountains were usually forced to attend to re-education camp. When she asked what re-education camp was like I told her that I didn’t know the correct answer to it, because there are lots of different opinions about the camps. People tell different stories about the camps and have different opinions, but I did tell her about some of the things that happened to me such as meeting Luo and Ma who I stole the forbidden books with. I told her parts of the story Ursule Mirouët and how Balzac inspired me to live my own life and move to the city. I told her that if there is something that Balzac taught me it was: a woman’s beauty is a treasure beyond price.
After talking about the camp some more, she asked me where I was going to spend the night, to which I answered that I did not find a place to stay yet. The old woman
Will I ever see him again? The question that will always haunt me is ‘will he ever forgive me for killing our child?’. One side of me really cares about these tings, but the other side of tells me that I should leave behind all the things that happened. The memories of sneaking into Four-
Eyes’ shag and stealing the books and then hiding them in the cave. And the special encounter with Luo that I will never forget since it caused me to go through all that trouble with the abortion. I arrived in the city and different thoughts rushed all through me. Cars rushing …show more content…
The stacks of paper on the basket tilting left and right moving the whole bicycle with it, the man on the other side did not appear to notice it at all and he carelessly continued rushing across the streets.
After walking on the streets for long time, still astounded by my surroundings. Night time was approaching. I became conscious of the fact that I needed a place to stay and I did not think of bringing money or anything to trade with at. I was exhausted, the long journey the hustle and bustle around me, I just needed some time to take in al that has happened the past few hours. I walked straight ahead in one direction, when drawing near a small village in the suburban area. As I entered the village I encountered an older women struggling to carry …show more content…
I walked towards her and offered to help her carry the baskets to the shed. The woman gratefully accepted the offer and together we carried the vegetables to the storage room. In the shed, the women enquired about my visit to the village. I explained to her that I used to live in a very small village on Phoenix Mountain, people that came to these mountains were usually forced to attend to re-education camp. When she asked what re-education camp was like I told her that I didn’t know the correct answer to it, because there are lots of different opinions about the camps. People tell different stories about the camps and have different opinions, but I did tell her about some of the things that happened to me such as meeting Luo and Ma who I stole the forbidden books with. I told her parts of the story Ursule Mirouët and how Balzac inspired me to live my own life and move to the city. I told her that if there is something that Balzac taught me it was: a woman’s beauty is a treasure beyond price.
After talking about the camp some more, she asked me where I was going to spend the night, to which I answered that I did not find a place to stay yet. The old woman