Chapter 2 Attracting Attention
Chapter 2 Attracting Attention
I roll over and wake up to the smell of congee;
I can already feel that it's boiling hot outside, and I'm coated with a thin layer of sweat.
For one blissful moment, it almost feels as if I'm back in Nanjing.
Suddenly I remember a train ride we once took to Beijing.
We had steaming hot seaweed congee from the dining car
and stared for hours at the farmlands of the countryside rushing by, some fields planted, and other patches fallow.
