Hello, this is my second fanfiction. I hope to show you different aspects of China using my used-to-be homeland, Shanghai. Enjoy the story!

Summary:

To say that China dislike Shanghai would be a lie. He loved the vibrant city. The memories the place held was too very precious; he had carefully kept them deep in his mind, occasionally recalling those moments in the past. That one fine day, overcome with nostalgia, he thought, just maybe he could go and visit the places he loved so much.


Shanghai

To say that China dislike Shanghai would be a lie. He loved the vibrant city. The memories the place held was too very precious; he had carefully kept them deep in his mind, occasionally recalling those moments in the past. That one fine day, overcome with nostalgia, he thought, just maybe he could go and visit the places he loved so much.
He began the day like any Chinese man does, waking up at the crack of dawn in the morning. Of course, he had folded his hand-sewn cotton blanket before patting it to remove wrinkles. His fingers lingered on the soft, still-warm material before straightening up to wash up.
Turning left from his bedroom door, he entered his bathroom. The bathroom had a simple design, with blue tiles covering five-sixth of the whole room. A simple marble sink sat next to the polished, white bathtub. Looking at the clock that was reflected in the long, oval mirror, China found that it was only a quarter past seven; the birds had not start heralding yet. If there was one thing he was really proud of in his house, it would be his clock. The clock hung proudly on the wall opposite the bathroom, the red on its case slightly fading. The hour-hand and minute-hand was two ferocious-looking Chinese dragons, China's pride and joy. The second hand was a Phoenix, a beast that signified beauty and rebirth. The numbers were of traditional Chinese words. Admiring the clock for moments more, he unwillingly tore his eyes away from the clock and began his washing up.
China used a sandalwood comb that day. It was a fragrant wood that emitted a gentle, soothing scent. Most of all, it smelt Chinese. The faint smell brought him back to the days he spent at a temple, listening to his people's prayers and getting a wisp of the burning incense sticks. The colour of his band was also symbolic. It was a fierce, burning red, just like his noble flag. Red symbolizes brotherhood, an important value passed down since the warring times. Red is also blood. The blood oath of loyalty flashed past his mind. Ah, such a wonderful colour red is. The sound of running tap water pulled him back into reality. I must be getting old, missing into thoughts like that, he thought.
In one swift movement, he pulled the cheap towel from the hanger to dry his wet face. He glanced at the clock again. It was seven thirty. The sun would be up and the birds would be busy. His day at Shanghai had started.


For those who are confused, he is living in his home at Shanghai now. Constructive reviews are appreciated. And well, actually I wanted it to be something like "A Day at My House" which showed how each day differs in different countries. However I am only familiar with China. But really, if someone wants this idea, just use it! Oh but please give me credits. Thank you. See you on the next update..