The "car" Liu Dongsheng had borrowed was a classic three-wheeled cargo motorcycle—the kind with a soft convertible top, locally nicknamed the "three-legged chicken."
Its single-cylinder diesel engine spewed a trail of black smoke, but in an era when ordinary people were proud just to own a bicycle, this three-wheeled motorcycle was a luxury item.
Liu Dongsheng was a decent driver, keeping the ride smooth. As the three of them bantered and joked, Xu Changqing gazed out at the passing scenery and pedestrians.
As they traveled, she was struck again by the crystal-clear realization that she had truly been here before. She had even stayed in this very village they were now entering.
The village, situated near Yangcheng's largest wholesale market, hadn't even changed its name. At this point in time, it had yet to be redeveloped; everything retained its original appearance.
