One day, when I returned home from work, my wife Mao handed me a piece of paper. It seemed to be an event notice for a two-night, three-day camping trip. Moreover, it was scheduled for a weekday, so naturally, I would not participate, but Mao said she couldn't easily refuse because the women's association would give her the cold shoulder. Reluctantly, I decided to see my wife off. That night after sending my wife off, feeling anxious, I tried calling her, but there was no answer. Then, when I heard from a nearby newspaper vendor that there were four participants including my wife, I couldn't shake off this strange sense of foreboding…
