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In my second year of studying at Zhejiang University, not long after school started, I received a letter from my father. We chatted as usual, "Your mother started practicing swordsmanship. She stopped doing qigong. She said she was afraid of going crazy. I saw her going out with a sword every morning. I called her 'Amazonian Granddaughter Warrior.'" I laughed. At the end of the letter, my father mentioned, "Yesterday, my aunt wrote a letter. Your uncle died." There was another sentence at the end that talked about the cause of his uncle's death... I didn't even wait to read the last sentence, and immediately put the letter on my lap, breathing a huge sigh of relief for my aunt and her family. I only met my uncle three times. The first time was in 1973, when I was thirteen years old and in sixth grade. That day, I was dancing rubber bands with Yuelan Taoling, who was in the same hospital, in front of the row of bungalows where we lived, when I suddenly saw someone standing in front of my house waving to me.
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