Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 511

There are many things in this world that humans don’t yet know about!
This conversation continued for quite some time inside the historian’s head, and yet he could not reach a conclusion. After
too much time spent on thinking about his dreams, his thoughts soon drifted off to other things, such as the rays of the Shanghai
afternoon sunlight trickling through the cracks between some leaves, leaving the dark silhouette of a tree upon the dirt. He felt a
cool breeze gently stroke his face, and taking in the relaxing sensations, he dozed off on the bench.
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1815: The man was dreaming. In his dreams, he was inside the Yu Garden with another man who looked uncannily like
himself, who wore strange garments that he had never seen before and a pair of ebony glasses rested upon his face. He was quite
far away, and was mouthing some words. He came closer, and as he did, his voice became audible and clear, and he came until
both men were a foot apart. ‘What is your name?’ he asked.
2015: The man was dreaming. As he slumbered he saw himself inside the Yu Garden, with another man who looked
astonishingly like himself, who wore clothes of many years long past. He was some distance away, and seemed to be mouthing
words. He ran closer, and as he did, his voice became audible and clear, and he ran until both men were a mere foot apart. ‘What
is your name?’ he asked.
Both: ‘My name is Wang Li Wei’.