Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 149

“It refers to the shaking of the ground. The place you were at was between the seismic zones. That’s why
you experienced an earthquake there.”
“Earthquake? Seismic zone? Where did you learn all these?”
“I have been doing research on earthquakes for decades. I’m a seismologist.”
I asked him to teach me all he knew, and he did. I learnt it all, wrote every single thing he said into my
notebook. My first task was finally done, although I got scratches all over me, broke my arm, but this was
still worth it. I could finally get the knowledge I wished to learn.
I stayed in the cottage of the old man. My wounds were healing day by day. Eventually, they were fully
healed. I left when I got better, and walked all the way back to the village. I told the villagers everything I
had learnt. Some of them believed, some of them did not. That was fine. They would soon understand the
truth. I was delighted as my job was finally done.