She was once the daughter of a general in a sedan chair, but suddenly she became an idiot tearing up tickets at the dock.
My father was defeated and retreated to Taiwan, and my brothers and sisters were scattered overseas. She chose to stay, and her whole life was ups and downs.
Her husband held her hand in the cowshed and wrote on the palm: "Live."
After her husband fell ill, the third son took out a loan to pay for his father's dialysis. The couple's quarrel late at night broke through the courtyard wall.
In the 1990s, she traveled across the ocean. In the villa in the United States, her sister cried and begged her to stay. She shook her head: "The baby in the mountains is still waiting for me."
Before she died, she left her life savings to her youngest granddaughter for tuition. She said to her children and grandchildren——
"I have always favored boys and never despised girls. Reading is the real treasure of our family."
In 2009, her ashes were scattered under the banyan tree on campus together with her husband's small packet of ashes wrapped in red cloth.
The following spring, a patch of unknown little flowers bloomed under the tree. When the wind blows, it sounds like the sound of turning a book.
Eight big sedans were carried to see her off, and chalk dust accompanied her to the end. There was once a woman in this world who lived like this.
