Time was not just like the sand slipping through one's fingers.
It felt more like the heavy conscience of my dear sister-in-law.
Impossible to grasp.
In a blink of an eye, it became October first.
"Rivers and mountains linger in my dreams; I haven't been close to my homeland for many years, yet nothing can change my Chinese heart, even though I wear Western clothes..."
Early in the morning, with a gentle breeze, Xiu Xin Aoyama stood in front of a full-length mirror in his bedroom, meticulously tying a bright red tie to the sound of the melodious tune coming from the speakers.
On such a national holiday, it was hard for him, with a true Chinese heart, not to miss his hometown. Unable to return to the country, he chose to wear a red tie like his fellow compatriots across the sea to alleviate his homesickness.
It wasn't easy fighting behind enemy lines during the war against Japan.
Today was Thursday, a workday by any standard.
But Xiu Xin Aoyama had given himself the day off.
