Students Read Classics -- Zhang Ailing's Novels

Author: Binbin
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Publish Date: 2003-02-01
Features: Perhaps he loved her without suspecting it himself. She knew it first—women are said to be more sensitive. This was truly strange—though he never believed in fate, this situation was indeed strange. The next day, Ruyang put on his best suit, then felt a bit foolish about arriving so neatly for the date, so he deliberately looked disheveled, unconcerned, and added an old, faded scarf.
On his way to school in the morning, the winter trees had leaves like tiny, gelatinous golden pearls. He rode his bicycle toward the sun, with a schoolbag dangling from the front, and a piece of dry bone tied to the rear rack, shaped like an ink-written character. Once upon a time, that had been someone’s legs, perhaps capable of riding a bicycle too. Ruyang rode his bicycle toward the sun, the cold wind whipping at his warm body, while the sun of the living couldn’t reach the body of the dead.