My name is Cen Wan, and outsiders call me Mrs. Wu.
Wu Qing is my husband. He is 12 years older than me. He looks ordinary but has a distinguished status.
I never opened my eyes under him. There were cracks in the ceiling, and I counted forty-seven times before he stopped.
Later I met Song Xiaokang - young, wild, and his smile came earlier than spring.
He was risking his life on the track, but he was very low to children.
That night while lying on that old sofa with him, I forgot that I was Mrs. Wu.
I must go home before dawn.
But I clearly remember that path, and it seemed like I was going the opposite way.
