Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 12 | Page 205

New Tales of Old Shanghai
Green Oasis School, Xie, Lucy – 10
N
ight was cold and dark. I finish my school so late that night; it was 11`o clock now. I walk slowly on the
slippery floor. In a dark corner, I walk into a narrow path, and then the whole building appears. Rusty
stains on the surface of buildings, the short building looks old——that was my home. I ran up the stairs, take out a
rusty key. I open the door slowly; throw my bags on the floor. Then I heard a painfully sound: “ouch!” I breathe
hardly, “who is there? Who are you?” I ask loudly, a young girl’s sound appear, “Someone finally find me.”
"Who?”I was very nervous right now. “Right under your feet.” the voice giggled. “Under my feet?” I`m the
building.” Answer the building. “You can talk? ” Of course I can. We all can.” said the building with a bit
sadness. ” I`ve a young building if you count all the building here. I was only 147 years old. I have friend before,
they stay here and live with me before……” I try to say something to recover the sob, but it was noisier ever, I
murmured softly: “Be quiet……” Then I fall in a deep dream.
The next morning, I wake up since it was all a dream. I stand up, stretching myself, my eye attracted by something
on the table. It was a kind of leaf. I was totally shock. It was a leaf, on it, were a little black note:
Dear Lisa, please came home earlier this night, I have a special present for you. Hope you have good luck.
PS: you can call me Tited (Tit for short).
——Tit
I went back earlier as Tit wish. I told myself to come down. When I open the door, I was totally shock. The
whole room was cover by a strange light, it seems like a mirror is cutting the room in half. I called Tit in a great
shock:“What have you done?!”
Tit cheerfully said: “Just a little trick help you to adapt the past.” I was pretty surprised, “What does the ‘past’ have
anything do with me?” “You will know……” That was the last word I heart before I have slept deep.
……
When I awake, I found out that I was laying down beside the most famous park in the bund .It was the Public
Park suddenly remember that time, the public park ‘not allowed Chinese and dogs in’. Oh, such a shame! I try to
run toward it, trying to ignored the shame history. ”Not allowed to change history.” A cold sound appears. Then,
I saw my body slowly float up, I really did ’saw’ it. My sight was high above my eyes! Then I saw the garden
bridge of shanghai. A note appear in my mind: 2008 April. Then I saw plenty of people carrying stuff went in and
out busily. Then I saw the large bridge was only half of it left there. Suddenly, I remember that the garden bridge
of Shanghai was rebuild. They don`t really protect well it before, since it was just a normal bridge instead of the
history of Shanghai. I suddenly felt sorry for Tit and her neighbour, friends. As soon as I thought about it, I went
straight back. I called Tit again and again that night, but it was no help……