Autumn leaves falling against the auburn sky. A little baby, wrapped in soft purple cloth, lies beneath a tree. A wandering street performer stops by the bundle gurgling happily in the evening breeze. He notices a piece of jade peeking out from the folds of the cloth. He reaches for it. The baby grabs his fingers with its tiny hands. “A strong grip for one so young,” he whispers. He picks up the jade piece. A dragon carved in emerald jade. A sachet of fragrance lies behind the jade. Its workmanship is exquisite. “You were born to be raised to know the four arts of chess, zither, literature and art. A lady worth a thousand gold. But the cards heaven has dealt you leaves you with two choices. To learn my trade and live a vagrant life or to lie here and wait for death to claim you. Which do you choose, little one?” The baby grabs his fingers again. It holds them fiercely. It seems he saw fire in the little one’s eyes. “Undoubtedly you shall inherit the dragon as your surname. As for your name, this autumn evening marks the beginning of your new life. Welcome to the world, Long Qiu Xia.”
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Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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