1 Father Gerbillon, a man of slim, medium build in his late forties, was at the sacristy laying out the sacred host for the morning Mass when he heard light footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw a figure coming down the hall. As the church was dimly lit at this early hour, heContinueContinue reading “Father Gerbillon”
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The Secret of the Old Tribunal
Map of Puyang Prologue The story you are about to read is entirely fictional—except for the last part, which is true. Did you hear me? Reality, you see, is often monotonous, but a good story can entertain. So, I suggest you be patient, read it from the beginning, and don’t rush. It’s just a fewContinueContinue reading “The Secret of the Old Tribunal”
老衙门的秘密
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你下面要读到的故事，除了最后一部分是真的，其余都是虚构。你听到了没有？ 现实嘛，总是比较单调，故事要讲好了呢，可以娱乐人。所以我建议你耐心点，从头读，不要着急。不就是几分钟吗？也不是什么长篇大论，就是一个短文，几分钟就读完。你不读，你又去干什么？不也是刷手机吗？那还不算什么。你要是不好好读，敷衍了事，衙门里的捕快来抓你，城隍庙里的牛头马脸来勾你，不但屁股要吃板子，挂在火上做新疆烤全羊，手机也要被没收。你说你不是自找倒霉吗？好啦，言归正传……点击文章标题👆阅读全文 ->
My Teacher, Ms. Lisa
The new semester has started, and everyone in our class is super excited. New textbooks, new desks, new classmates—everything feels so fresh and different. But what we’re most curious and excited about are our new teachers. Among them, our language teacher, Ms. Lisa, is the most special. On the first day of school, as soonContinueContinue reading “My Teacher, Ms. Lisa”
My Letter to the World
This is my letter to the worldThat never wrote to me—The simple news that Nature toldWith tender Majesty. Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) Private Message, or Public Post? In ancient times—that is, from the birth of Jesus Christ up until about the year 2000—there was no internet and no smartphones. If you wanted to tell your cousinContinueContinue reading “My Letter to the World”
Thus It Passes
The Rhône River “O quam cito transit gloria mundi.” Thomas à Kempis Lugdunum The Rhône River originates in the Alps. If you travel from the divine city of Lug to Geneva, with the swaying train moving northeast while the Rhône River flows southwest, you’re traveling downstream to upstream, going from the present to the past,ContinueContinue reading “Thus It Passes”
Lisabetta
1. I Can Fly For a time, for perhaps eight or nine years straight, I was constantly shuttling between Shanghai Pudong and New York Kennedy airports. At least four round trips a year. If a flight got delayed because of a connection, a snowstorm, or because I got drunk in a bar and missed theContinueContinue reading “Lisabetta”
Sister Ah Shan
During my years as a teacher at East China Normal University, I often neglected my proper duties and barely managed to teach properly. I would skateboard until dusk before heading off to eat. Either the cafeteria was already closed, or the food wasn’t good. Whether the food was good or not, whether the cafeteria wasContinueContinue reading “Sister Ah Shan”
阿珊姐姐
我在上海天天向上师大的时候，每天不务正业，书也不好好教。每天滑滑板，滑到天黑才去吃饭。要么食堂关门了，要么饭不好吃。好吃不好吃，关门不关门，总去小卖部买东西，因为阿珊姐姐坐在柜台后收钱。
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丽萨贝塔
有段时间，有八、九年的样子吧，总是来回上海浦东-纽约肯尼迪。一年至少来回四次。要是换机误了点。或者遇上暴风雪。或者自己在酒吧喝醉了，误了飞机。或者因为病毒袭击，全球网络终断。或者不管什么别的原因吧，飞机停飞，没有航班可乘。给撂在个什么地方 — 要么纽沃克，要么法兰克福，要么多伦多，要么底特律，要么亚特兰大。在机场溜达。就是消磨时间吧，吃的也吃了，喝的也喝啦，卫生间也上了不知多少次。还是有很多时间消磨。网也上完了，都到了网络的边缘了，再上就要掉到宇宙边的黑窟窿里去了。有时候就去找一个椅子躺下来。身边一盆假花，头顶上一个贼靓的灯。来回过的都是人，没几个是人样的。就闭上眼睛。假装自己是躺在黑暗里。假装这世界里就是我自己一个人，就我自己在呼吸，就我自己的心在跳。世界就是我自己的思想，没有别的。
灯光一灭，丽萨的靓影就来了。高挑的身材，垂到腰际乌黑的秀发，谜一样的容颜。不是上班日清晨正从地铁口出来，容光焕发，就是傍晚坐在窗边，脸上一丝淡淡的愁容。每当这种时刻。我就感觉无能为力。我愿意看见丽萨高兴。愿意看见她幸福。愿意看见她傍晚在街边，路灯底下，看小朋友打羽毛球时，与世无争的闲恬神情……点击文章标题👆阅读全文 ->
Yego’s Chronicles 