Print a New Earth
by Wu Yan
About This Novel
In the deep cold night, you curl up in bed, not wanting to do anything. Unless the nervous and urgent phone ring wakes you up. I don't like to take any work calls at night, especially in the spring when Beijing is warm but still cold. The fog is so thick, it is still unknown how much harm PM2.5 Will cause to people. My sister, who is a doctor, once told me that her research showed that every six or seven years, the content of PM2.5 Will reach a peak, and the next six or seven years will be the peak time for the incidence of lung cancer in the city. This kind of weather, neither emotionally nor rationally, could make me leave the bed and leave the house. However, the phone stubbornly rang again. I glanced at the number and felt a vague sense of déjà vu. To answer or not to answer? I looked at the calendar with tarot cards next to my bed.
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