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Twenty years ago, around the beginning of May, a big locomotive spitting puffs of black smoke, dragging a train of fast-moving coaches from Pukou to the north by Fu. In one of the third-class coach near the door of the third row of chairs seated on the two rows of passengers. One has been aging, look like a bad luck in the officialdom. The other is a 17 or 18 year old boy, looks fair, quite handsome, wearing a heavy mourning, look young, ...