Rising Sun on Cucumber Board

The long alley paved with bluestones is a living museum of time. The grandmother who sells rouge is guarding an ancestral dressing box. The bottom of the box is pressed with a theater ticket stub from the year of the Republic of China. The writing on the back of the ticket stub hides the life-and-death journey of a famous actor and a female student; the wind blows through the mailbox and the postman Mr. Zhao receives it on a rainy night. The unsigned letter smelled like the handkerchief of a lover who disappeared thirty years ago; the children after school squatted beside the bluestone to count the morning flowers, but they saw a bloody copper button embedded in the crack of the stone. It was the spark left by a forgotten underground struggle... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.