In the summer of 1986, she tore up her admission letter and headed south with twenty yuan in her pocket.
The gangster who stole the bag on the train became her life-threatening rival ten years later.
The veteran who helped her chase her bag extended a hand every time she fell.
The partner's betrayal, the opponent's setup, only he mortgaged all his property to make her survive.
Twenty years later, when I returned to the station, the sun was very bright, as big as it was in 1986.
