A twelve-dollar fountain pen has been with him for more than twenty years.
From the vegetable market to the municipal party committee compound, from the hard bed in the village to the second-line office. He has traveled a long way and a very dark road.
Someone pulled him, someone stepped on him. Someone took out a lifetime of bankbooks when he was in the most difficult time.
The university teacher gave him ten words: the path to the far and near is accessible, and the advance and retreat are free and easy.
He learned the first five words. He spent half his life trying the next five words.
This is twenty years for an ordinary person. There are no legends, only traces of living.
