The Sound Buried in the Pile of Old Papers
by Huangfuqi
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One day in the early winter of Jiawu, I went to the wooden pagoda north of Jinquan. The wooden tower is the seat of the Gingxingping District Government. I went there to inquire about the traces of two deceased people. In fact, I don't know these two people personally. The reason why I want to inquire about them is to start with some information I bought a few years ago. After I retired, I couldn't stop going to the flea market at Geumcheondong Temple on weekends. We didn't go there to buy antiques. We didn't know much about that stuff and we didn't have the spare money. I went there just to check out the used bookstall to see if there were any books I was interested in. I happened to buy a few for ten or twenty yuan. I went there again on a Sunday morning in the summer of 2009. I wandered back and forth for several times, but gained nothing. Just as I was about to go home, I heard someone shouting "Here comes the jade and wild rice." This sound stopped me in my tracks. It's not that I feel hungry, but that familiar accent.
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