I Love Life

In real life, there are no dramatic conflicts, no instant redemption. It is in the "normality" day after day that the long life reveals its truest texture. The conversation that night finally sank to the bottom of the bowl, just like the two bowls of finished noodles, which were silently put away, washed, and placed upside down on the draining rack. For the next week, life slid down its old track. The alarm clock rang at half past six. Lin Wan made breakfast and sent the children to kindergarten. Chen Yu worked overtime and occasionally came home drunk, with the toes of his shoes still crooked. My mother-in-law came by two more times, once bringing home-pickled pickles, and once saying that Lao Han had a bad leg and had been sitting there for a long time. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.