No Family Reunion at Mid-Autumn, No Meeting Again in This Life

Mid-Autumn Festival was the day my wife, Jiang Jingshu, was supposed to be released from prison.

I cooked a huge feast, then went to the prison to bring her home.

But the guard told me,

“Are you sure you have the right place? I just checked, and there’s no inmate named Jiang Jingshu anywhere in the entire prison System.”

“That’s impossible. My son, Song Qingchuan, told me his mother was arrested four years ago for misappropriating public funds and locked up here.”

Just then, the guard looked at me strangely.

“Song Qingchuan is indeed our warden, but his mother isn’t an inmate. Besides, both his parents came to our team-building event before, and his father wasn’t you.”