That Year I Learned to Count Cards

Name: That Year I Learned to Count Cards
Author: The Bleating Sheep Don't Know How To Bleat.

by The Bleating Sheep Don't Know How To Bleat.

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About This Novel

In 1995, the 22nd day of the twelfth lunar month, Mong Kok. The boy was counting the last three coins left by his mother in the cubicle room of the Helian Sheng mahjong parlor. His father disappeared eight years ago, and his mother just passed away due to overwork. He lived alone in the cracks of gambling stalls for five years. That night, a mysterious middle-aged man in a gray cloth gown walked into the mahjong pavilion and won three games in a row on the Pai Gow table. Faced with the siege of the gambling stall owner and two crooks, he remained calm and only used his fingers to tap out a string of Morse code on the table-- "Three to the east, five to the west, two to the south, and eight to the north." The boy lay down in the crack of the floor and understood. He was the only person in the room who could understand. The middle-aged man left a message before leaving: "Don't waste what your mother taught you." Beside the car window, a brown paper bag was printed with my mother's handwriting more than ten years ago. A young man with an unforgettable memory, a confusing life experience, and a long pursuit that started on the streets of Mong Kok.