When I was eighteen years old, I thought I had caught the light.
He was an educated youth who went to the countryside and taught me how to read.
He said, "You are Zhou Nian'an, not Sun Zhaodi."
He asked me to wait.
I've been waiting for four years.
What I waited for was my grandmother's death from illness, my biological parents who tied me up in exchange for a bride price, and the blood that fell from the brick in my hand when the butcher held me down.
I ran away. I ran from the village to Guangzhou, and from Guangzhou to Wuhan.
Setting up a street stall, opening a shop, drinking until your stomach bleeds, having your shop smashed, being pointed at your nose and scolded——
I carried it all by myself.
Now I have opened three stores and have more than 20 people under my management.
The man who asked me to wait also found me.
He looked at the scar on my neck and his eyes were frighteningly red.
He said: "Nian An, I have been looking for you for four years."
I laughed.
It's late. But... It's not too late.
