Old Liu contemplated then answered, “In a dry well behind the mountain. According to the old people in our village, a family lived behind the mountain a long time ago, but nobody’s living there now. The house collapsed, which left nothing but a dry well. My third son wasn’t a hard-working man, and he always wanted to become rich without putting in any effort. He thought he could dig up some treasure there, and I could do nothing to stop him. He went there with some tools, and he found that clock…” Old Liu’s face looked both loving and hateful. “If it weren’t for that clock, my third son would be still alive.” 

Then, he began to cry. 

The death of one’s children was the most sorrowful experience to get over in this world. Old Liu was drunk and soon blacked out. Li...