"I sped as quickly as I could in my BMW. My nephew called once every few minutes to hurry me. But I too was extremely anxious myself! When I reached the gates of my brother's house, only to see the ground on the outside of the house littered with shreds of exploded firecrackers. When I got close to his door, there was my brother waiting for me. There was also my younger brother and a few other young boys. There were two huge Xi characters (literally Happiness) hung on both pillars of the entrance of his house. I was puzzled suddenly.
"I got down my car and asked my brother, 'Who in our family is getting married?' My younger brother smiled at me slyly and quipped, 'Heh heh heh! Why you, of course!' He had barely finished when my older brother chipped in, 'With both of our parents no longer present, I am your elder. This is a match determined by the will of an elder, he will have to do as I say! Drag him in!' At his command, few of the younger boys manhandled me and t
For many weekends, Lin Fengjiang had been looking everywhere this Shijia Village, but his search had yielded no result. But there was no wonder to that. The production brigades of the rural areas were being unified into people's commune to handle common geo-political and commercial as well as agricultural functions. His local production brigade had been responsible for five villages, and his village which was part of greater Fengzhuang Township was now also part of the Yahong Bridge People's Commune. He found a town called Shijia Pu (literally Shi Family Town), and discovered no new-born babies there. 1961 was one of the few years in the period where the entire country suffered from a tremendously low birthrate. Sometime after that, Lin Fengjiao was enlisted to join the military special forces. When two daughters still hardly old enough to leave home, Lin Fengchuen's mother could send no one to look for her now-lost friend. Sorely missing her friend, Lin Fengchuen's mother could onl
One day, little Lin Fengquan came to the bank of the river as always. There was this small patch of willow trees near the site where the river project was done. An old man tied a large piece of tarp over the branches of the willow trees and made a makeshift tent. With the leftover stalks of corns left by the farmers, the old man collected a lot of them which he then tied them into bundles and stacked them together as walls of his tent. By the walls, he had propped up items and junks that he had collected. These were not rubbish, but instead items that the old man had bought with his own spare money. There were some toys and trinkets like clay figurine, flutes, molds, glass marbles, tattered shoes, scrap metal pieces, and others. These were items that were thrown away by people in accordance with the national initiative of shunning and renouncing the Four Olds during the Cultural Revolution. After buying these items from others, the old man would classify them into different groups b
The man was none other than Yang Baoshan, the one who had pulled the trigger of his gun and killed "Xuan'er Shou!" It was a face that Lin Fengquan would never forget, for the years of being bedevilled by the memories and nightmares of the incident on that fateful day when "Xuan'er Shou" was robbed from him had deeply etched the image of this very face into his mind! Despite having aged and mellowed after 18 long years, Lin Fengquan would never fail to recognize Yang Baoshan! He leaped from the top of the mound and attacked Yang Baoshan, throwing a feint with his left leg and kicked with his right! In the air, he twisted his body and drew back his left leg so that he could exert more force into his right leg! This was a move known as the Twin Kicks! Yang Baoshan was thrown backward, landing hard into another gravestone just behind and tumbled over it. Lin Fengquan rushed forward and planted a foot on his chest. Due to his boiling rage, he could feel himself trembl
Lin Fengquan was stunned. But this was also the first time the young man saw the jade pendant for he asked the young woman, "What's that?" The woman replied, "Oh? This? My mum made a vow that I would one day marry the man who wears another half of this pendant. What a joke! I do not even know who that is!" Feeling humiliated, Lin Fengquan felt sorry for his mother who had truly kept to the very same vow all these years. He felt sad for her and thought, "Look, Mother! For all these years you have been faithful to the sisterhood you shared with that woman! But it seemed everything is nothing but a joke to them!" At a sudden loss of what to do next, he hesitated and left. Back at his hostel, Lin Fengquan began pondering on what to do next for the next few days. Since his childhood, his mother had mentioned to him of the engagement. But it seemed that there was no need for him to honor this vow. Still, he could think of no way to deliver the news t
Everyone in the car could not help feeling puzzled. Why was she coming back with a photo album? As she came near, she showed one of the photographs in the album to Uncle Quan, "Is this your teacher?" Uncle Quan looked closely and gasped, "Ah! He is, even though I have never once addressed him so! How is it possible that you have the photograph of my teacher!" The woman smiled mischievously and revealed, "Your teacher and mine were husband and wife!" Surprised by this, Uncle Quan said immediately, "I see! Where is he now? Is he well?" "They have passed on..." The woman said somberly. "Huh? Was he also buried at the same graveyard? Stop the car! I must pay my respects!" But the woman stopped him and said, "No. They were buried at Shanxi!" Uncle Quan stopped short and asked, "But how did you know? How did you know that I was the student of your teacher's husband?" The woman sighed before she said,
Just then, I noticed a slight expression of bewilderment on Uncle Quan's face. The woman's story had finally explained why did his teacher treat him with so much love and affection. He must have been about the same age as his teacher's own child. If she had detected the change on Uncle Quan's face, the woman certainly showed no indication of it. Instead, she pressed on bluntly, "But it was none other than my teacher's husband's junior sister who had stolen their baby boy. She had an intense loathing for my teacher's husband – your teacher and her senior brother – who had rebuffed her love for him. Days turned sour and bitter for my teacher and her husband. This went on for many years until the junior sister of your teacher, reflecting upon the horror that she had wrought on the person whom she had once adored and loved, confessed everything to the man, the baby boy she had stolen now grown up, on her deathbed. The man, now middle-aged, came from Shanxi in search of his
The distressed look on Mrs. Lee's face was a clear sign that something was wrong. When we had first met, I had come to know both she and her husbands were straightforward people. Everything in their minds was either illustrated on their faces or directly conveyed via words. I put aside my lunch box and went out to her, "You look worried, Auntie. What's wrong?" Mrs. Lee sighed once and said, "Aye... Is your father in, Shiyan?" She must have gotten herself into a tight spot again since she asked for my father immediately when we met, and I said to her, "Urm... My father had gone fishing with Uncle Quan. They had left even before the sun was up." She immediately asked where he had gone fishing. The matter seems to be extremely urgent, I thought, she might even had thought of going to the place where my father was fishing to ask for his help! Knowing that the matter could wait no longer, as clearly shown by her tone and the looks on the people behi
And where did the second brother carried the baby to? The market. In those days people were openly trafficked in the market without suffering much scrutiny and stigma. The man found a spot in the market, laid a piece of cloth on the ground and placed his nephew on it, himself kneeling just beside. Anyone walking past him would instantly realize that he was putting the baby up for sale. Before long, troupes of onlookers began clustering around curiously. Oddly, the baby neither cried nor wailed. Some of the onlookers began teasing him, and he laughed adorably like a sacrificial lamb oblivious of its fate. Until suddenly, a manservant plowed through the crowd to make way for his master, a wealthy-looking merchant who had another servant following behind with a large pouch over his shoulder. The merchant marched forward and inquired the second brother of his plight that had led to such a pitiable decision to sell a child. Still on his knees, the second brother gave a deep bow