Reborn: Starting Over in the 1960S

The peaks of Liupan Mountain soar high, red flags unfurling in the west wind. The cold winter wind of early morning blew into a cramped side room in a courtyard house. A young man, covered by a worn, blackened cotton quilt, woke from the cold. He stared blankly at the dark rafters overhead until he spotted the place where he had hidden his money. Only then did he come to his senses, muttering to himself. “So I’m back. Heh, I’m back.” “My life has been miserable. My father didn’t care for me, my mother didn’t love me, and every one of my siblings was a bloodsucker.” “Father, Mother, were you really so shamelessly biased? I’m the eldest, so I’m supposed to raise all the children you brought into the world? I’m just supposed to let you bleed me dry?” “Heh, shifting my assets away. What a brilliant plan. Your children are all fat and thriving, while I’m just an old ox, working myself to the bone.” “Heh, all your children have families of their own. And me? The only person by my side is your second son’s mistress. I even have to raise his son and support his woman. In the end, you force me into a mental hospital and take everything I own, right?” “Heh, just you wait. Just you wait. I’m back now. Do you think I’m still the same man?”