Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 520

Zhao saw a river nearby. He thought, I may be safe if I jump down from here, but the impact may also kill me. At this
moment, the temple started to fall down. Zhao had no choice but to jump down. He felt the wind blowing to his face and he
couldn’t hear anything. At the last moment before he dived into the river, he held his breath.
Zhao felt like hitting by a truck directly on the chest. Zhao got out of the river after he dived.
While he was running away from the temple, An saw him.
“Don’t ask, just run!” Zhao replied.
They ran away from the burning temple along with the crowd until the temple could be hardly visible.
“I’m so glad that you are safe.” An said.
“Zhao!” Another voice called.
Both of them turned and saw Tian running to them. His face was as hard as stone.
“Hi.” Tian said.
“Did you see how the temple got burnt?” Zhao asked.
“What?” Tian asked, shocked. “The temple got burnt! I didn’t notice it. I had a stomach ache.”
“Let’s go to the bar and talk about it.” An said.
“Good idea.” Tian said.
As they walked, Zhao and An started chatting about how Tian escaped from the temple. Tian walked behind them. He
wondered why An was not at the temple at the time they had decided to meet.
They went into the bar and settled down on a table.
“It’s cosy in here.” Zhao said as he took off his coat.
“So what happened next?” An asked.
Tian suddenly noticed the necklace that Zhao was wearing. It was originally covered by his coat but he took it off. He
tried very hard not to shout.
“I jumped down to the river…” Zhao continued but Tian didn’t even try to listen to him.
Tian remarkably remembered his father’s death and this encouraged him to have his revenge. He wasn’t sure why his father
had to be executed but he knew that it was Zhao’s father who started it all and it was something related to this necklace. This
was also the reason he started the fire to kill Zhao since Zhao’s father passed away long time ago.
“Sorry, I have something really important things to do at home.” Tian said, and without waiting their reply, he rushed back
home.
“Where are you going?” An asked, but Tian had already ran away.
Tian went into his house. There was a desk next to the wall, he didn’t really use the desk. But now, driven by curiosity,
Tian looked at the books on it. There was a diary that caught his attention. It was really old, written at least ten years ago by his
father. Tian read the diary carefully.