Night Rain on Mount Ba

Lin Sen made the front page of the newspaper more than a few times in his life. The latest was in the 1970s: "90-year-old 'elder' marries his 18-year-old secretary, has a daughter, and so on." The setting sun slanted through the window. The former warlord was nearing the end of his life. He lay in a rocking chair as someone finished reading the paper, then sat up, lifted the baby from the pram, and asked, "Don't you think she looks exactly like Xiao Sui did when she was born?" The concubines sitting nearby exchanged glances, unable to respond. They just thought the old man had lost his mind. How could any of them, who had joined the family later, know what Sui'er looked like? We have to turn back the clock fifty years. Back then, Lin Sen was in his prime. He had not yet moved his entire family to Taiwan by boat. He was the chief leader of the sworn brotherhoods in southwest China, as well as one of the most powerful warlords in the Sichuan Army. Besides being a political animal, his greatest passion in life was taking wives. He lived to the age of 93, married 17 women, and had 43 children. That's right, 43 children. Of all his children, only one was driven from the family home. And only that one was still on his lips as he lay dying. "Sui'er, my twenty-third." Those were Lin Sen's last words. My computer was stolen in July... My saved chapters are gone. Heartbroken, I'm picking myself back up and letting Xiao Sui give Lu Shaoqian a good beating. Theme: Nation, war, human nature