One Stroke and One Stroke: Later Generations

Xiao Qi sat next to the stone table, leaning against the trunk of the old locust tree. The sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell on her knees, making it warm. She closed her eyes and heard the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind, like someone talking in the distance. She remembered her grandpa sitting on a wicker chair reading a book, wearing reading glasses, and turning the pages of the book with his fingers dipped in saliva. She remembered her grandpa boiling eggs for her and mixing the egg yolks with soy sauce. She remembered her grandpa writing the word "" on the stone table, saying, "One stroke is you, one stroke is someone else, support each other, and they won't fall."