The first time Rong Jiuyin saw that little girl, he had thoughts he shouldn’t have. The delicate little girl tumbled into his lap and called out in a sweet, childish voice, “Big Brother!” Then one day, he frightened her into tears, and she ran far away, like a kite whose string had snapped. But so what? Whether among flowers blooming from decay or in the Yellow Springs beyond the shore, he never intended to let her go!
