
A Dream of the Republic of China
by Yan Yan
About This Novel
On the day when I became the daughter of a wealthy businessman in the Republic of China, my father was breaking the tea cup because of the bad news about the fall of Rehe. The debris splashed at my feet, but he didn't even raise his head: "Find the cashier to pay by yourself. The procedures for the new school have been completed." In the new school, I wore the most gorgeous goose-yellow cheongsam and wrapped "The Female Commandments" in the book cover of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". His deskmate Lin Siqi secretly wrote poems, with "iron hoofs" and "hot blood" hidden in the ink. "Don't be afraid," I broke off half of the newly bought German chocolate and stuffed it into her palm, "If the sky falls, use it as a quilt." Until that day after school, the military boots with the cherry blossom pattern shattered the sunset, and the bayonet picked up Lin Siqi's body, which was as thin as paper. Blood drops splashed on my goose-yellow clothes, burning through all the "incompatible" dreams.
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