Zhang Dafu, carrying forty farm eggs, went to the city to see his daughter. He had barely stepped onto the steps of the provincial capital's skyscraper when he was handcuffed. The policeman said, "Your daughter has called the police, accusing you of abducting her twenty-five years ago." Zhang Dafu clutched the bamboo basket tightly to his chest, his knuckles white. Inside the basket were three thick layers of old cotton wadding, nestled in the center were forty-odd uniformly sized farm eggs. He craned his neck, gazing at the gleaming glass of the provincial capital's skyscraper. The building seemed to pierce the clouds, making him dizzy, but a proud gleam shone in his cloudy eyes. "Yueyue works up here," he said.
