
About This Novel
I remember that day very clearly. When Fan Xuelin, who was still energetic even though he was seventy years old, held the yellowed letter we handed him in his hand, tears fell down. He said blankly: "Fifty years, it's been fifty years. I didn't expect that the letters written by a poor boy before he went to Canada alone were still so well preserved. It's really unexpected."
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