In the winter of 1950, a plump woman in a white cotton-padded jacket at the Beijing Railway Station was staring at the man carrying luggage next to her. He Daqing grinned and thought only about going to Baoding with the White Widow to live a good life. Sixteen-year-old He Yuzhu led two policemen and rushed over. That was my father. He wanted to leave me and my sister and run away to Baoding.
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