So, on the fifteenth year since I left Beijing, I was finally able to return to Beijing, with my father who fought hundreds of battles and sacrificed his life for the country, and who is now lying in a coffin suffering from the bumps on the mountain road, and with my mother who died of a serious illness and was buried in a foreign land for more than ten years, but was dug up three feet deep in the ground because of the emperor's whim.
But I do remember that one person.