Is She Really My Mother?

Capital City was 2,100 kilometers from Hong Kong Island, and the flight took three and a half hours.

In just three and a half hours, one could travel from an icy world in the bitterest days of winter to a summer seaside scorched by heat waves.

Ever since getting off the plane, Li Juan's eyes had not been enough.

She had seen Hong Kong Island's bustling sights in illustrated magazines, but only when she truly stood there in person did she understand that magazines were dead things, not worth even a fraction of the living world before her eyes.

Kai Tak Airport, larger than Capital City International Airport, was surrounded by skyscrapers too numerous to count, hurried travelers of every complexion, and English signs everywhere. All of it made Li Juan grasp the meaning of "modernization."

So this was what the slogans we shouted looked like!

"Juan, mind your image!"

Li Kaijian spotted Li Juan looking around everywhere. Having come from the military, he immediately lowered his voice to remind his daughter.

Before coming to Hong Kong Island, Li Kaijian had warned Li Juan not to embarrass the mainland by acting like a country bumpkin, just as Li Ye, Jin Peng, and Hao Jian had done when they first came to Hong Kong.

Li Juan could only follow behind Li Kaijian, marching in step with a blank face and her eyes fixed straight ahead. Only when they reached the gate and saw her old mother, Han Chunmei, and her younger sister, Li Ying, did her tightly drawn little face break into a happy smile.

Back home, she would feel uncomfortable all over if she went three days without beating up her little sister. But ever since Li Ying came to Hong Kong Island, Li Juan had constantly dreamed of her.