My grandfather was the painter known throughout the surrounding villages. My grandmother had three sons and four daughters. The eldest and second sons were already married with children, but the third could never find a wife. During the Lunar New Year of 1995, my grandfather went out on an errand and met my heavily pregnant mother on the road. It was bitterly cold, and she was wearing only a thin jacket. My grandfather didn't care what the villagers would say. He had my father marry my pregnant mother, and I was born that March.
Volume Two, The No. 4 Inn, has been contracted and is now available.
The structural design is very good