Recording the story I returned To NORTHEAST GAOMI TOWNSHIP to compile a family chronicle, focusing on the famous battle on the banks of the Black Water River that involved my father and ended with the death of a Jap general. An old woman of ninety-two sang to me, to the accompaniment of bamboo clappers: "Northeast Gaomi Township, so many men; at Black Water River the battle began;Commander Yu raised his hand, cannon fire to heaven; Jap souls scattered across the plain, ne'er to rise again; the beautiful champion of women, Dai Fenglian, ordered rakes for a barrier, the Jap attack broken . . ." I better keep a soft copy in case I might just lose this precious, hard found information. I needed to look for someone to key in every bits of the information I had gathered so far and probably I can write a novel out of it. Somehow, I just knew the person who will be ideal for the job as if I had received indication from some heavenly god that this person in mind is the one I needed. I decided to pay him a visit. I didn't have his address and I simply have to take chances trying at the place where he is supposed to be at this time of the day. Entering the lift, I noticed that everyone in the lift had unanimously agreed to alight at the fourth level; and I wonder if by any chance did they arrange before hand. "Six please." Making my assertion to drop at the sixth instead. I had been here a few times, the place is still familiar and fresh in my mind and I knew I had to head left at this moment. A few steps away and I will reach my destination. Through the glass panel, I noticed the familiar side view of his face. Yes, the person of whom I am here for. The door is closed and I got in from the second entrance not wanting to disturb him. He had not notice me still. The spacious room with the same arrangements as the last time when I was here. The six aesthetic looking imac machines and a G4 with three other PCs, the equipments that I need. The table in the middle of the room is still around except that now it is piled up with books and sheets of loose papers. I must have made some noise that I see him turning his head and staring at me with his bleary eyes, looking astonished totally unexpected since I had told him that I will not be back for quite some time. He broke into a smile and behind him the screen acting, as a backdrop there appears two distinct words--Red Sorghum.