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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
Like his imposing father, Qiu towered over most boys his age. Yet, unlike Shuliang He, he preferred serenity to battle.
“Eat.” Zhenzai stroked her son’s cheek and tapped his crooked nose. “Your rice is getting cold.”
He rolled his chopsticks between his thumb and forefinger, his gentle eyes filled with pain and tears.
“Mama, why am I so ugly?”
She hugged him. “Not so.”
“It is so.”
“Listen to me.” She tightened her embrace. “Someday you will be a great teacher.”
“No one will hear me. They will only see my face.”
“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.”
To learn more about Zhenzai click the Chinese calligraphy below.
**It seems that no two articles agreed on every point of the teacher’s life so all should be taken with an extra tablespoon of soy sauce and stirred with the proper chopsticks.
“The honorable and upright man keeps well away from both the slaughterhouse and the kitchen. And he allows no knives on his table.”