Siheyuan: Dressed as Yan Jiedi, Hungry at the Age of Ten

In the cold winter of 1965, I woke up in the wooden cubicle of the Yan family, with my ten-year-old body and mind remembering all the bad things in the hospital. No one dared to use chopsticks until the third uncle came to the table - a bowl of porridge with two tough cornstarchs to deal with, these days, just living is exhausting all the energy.