ABSTRACT
One afternoon, as we were having lunch, our next-door neighbor's boy suddenly entered our kitchen. He said, "Just now, two important-like officials wanted to see Teacher He. The way they asked didn't sound like our local Bai people. Their accent sounded like Beijing's Putonghua. Their driver is an ordinary man, but the other two, a man and a woman, both with glasses on, looked somewhat important." I put down my chopsticks and went out to meet them. At the roadside, they showed me an official note from our county's Educational Affairs Office. Back home, as soon as I offered them tea, they placed two bags of goodies on the table. While Mrs. He eavesdropped, we three sat down and talked for about fifteen minutes. When our talk was about to end the man said, "At your county's office we have learned a lot about your past and present. The main purpose of today's visit, as instructed by our Party secretary, is to invite you to have a look at our Geological Organization's Attached Middle School. Hearing a hundred times is not as good as seeing once."
