Last week, as I exited the inter-city bus I take between Shanghai and Ningbo, an old woman got my attention by grabbing onto my shoulder bag. She had picked up a folded piece of paper from the ground (which eventually revealed itself to be two pieces of paper), and was gesturing wildly. It being written in English, and I being the only laowai on board, she assumed the papers belonged to me and was kindly ensuring that I didn’t depart the bus without them. They weren’t mine, but I allowed her to press them into my hand nonetheless, as I could tell that it meant a great deal to her to be doing me this kindness. The pages, which contain some kind of a love contract written in dense, legalistic prose, have greatly interested me. Using the internets, I have tried to locate the individuals this concerns; thus far my efforts have been in vain. If you know either of the parties, kindly have them contact me at rogerpresents AT gmail DOT com. I would gladly return their document.