Chen Chuan

Many years later, Chen Chuan still remembered that he and his father were alone in the dilapidated station under the dark sky. The rice had been harvested, and there were no undulating rice waves, only layers of bare terraces. There was heavy water vapor in the air, mixed with an earthy smell. Later, when the car came, he got in and looked out the window. His father's figure became smaller and smaller, and in the end he could only see the vast mountains and forests. He turned back, and the white stone road like a jade belt was being laid out in front of him.