"As long as you carry me back from here, I will go to Western Xinjiang with you."
"Seriously?"
"Really! More real than pearls! I can swear on my father's name... Burp——"
Before I finished belching, my feet suddenly flew into the air.
Many years later, I can still clearly remember that night, in the pitch-black darkness, that man who had always been taciturn, with his broad shoulders, warm back, and firm steps.
This article has been published in the April 2016 issue of "Sansheng Sanshi" magazine
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