More than twenty years later, my childhood hometown in my memory ~ Bai*er Village! I still remember the despair I felt when I was forced to immigrate when I was 13 years old. The capitalists over-exploited but the common people had to bear the consequences. The villages were dug into pits and no one could live in them, but the capitalists didn't know where to be happy after sucking blood! Even so, nothing can compare with the strong attachment to my hometown, the homesickness that comes back to me from time to time in my dreams!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
