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Monday, January 23, 2012
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Thursday, January 19, 2012
The Best Part In "Last Kiss In Tiananmen Square": Baiyun's Dysfunctional Family in a Dysfunctinal Society
An Excerpt from Chapter 4
It was a small, odd-shaped hallway, with the kitchen and a room on the left and an entrance that led into two rooms on the right. The white wall in the hallway was cold and smooth like porcelain under the late afternoon sun. Dried-up bok choy, muddy turnips and tall spinach lay, looking tired, against the wall. In the middle of the hallway, to one side, stood a refrigerator and an old bamboo dish cabinet set on top of a wet-looking wooden rack.
Baiyun walked in her father's bedroom, which was also the dining room. Her father was sunk down into a cushioned wooden chair trimming the end of a twig. A pot of sand sat next to the twig. In the dim light of a desk lamp, he examined the twig to make sure the cut was perfect. After several tries, he buried the end of the twig in the sand and set it next to a row of pots on the windowsill. With the help of the magnifying glass, he examined them one by one. "Meow, meow!" He yowled, and Baiyun took it as a sign of pleasure.
"Father," said Baiyun, which startled him.
"Oh. What are you doing here?" He looked at Baiyun with his old eyes and went right back to his trimming task.
After taking care of the plants, Father returned to his desk. He began scribbling on scraps of paper. Once in a while he would crumple the paper and throw it into the wastebasket. Then he took a new piece and scribbled some more. Finally he held a sheet of paper in front of his nose and laughed loudly.
"One and a half rats per flower pot, my honored citizens. That's right. Ha, ha..."
He spun around on his chair and picked up a white plastic pail from underneath the desk, which was full of dead rats. He took out the rats one by one and laid them on the dirt in flowerpots. Returning to his desk, he began cutting the rest of rats in half with a huge pair of rusty scissors, one after another. Blood spilled on the floor, and sprayed onto his clothes and face.
"Meow, meow!" He seemed to enjoy the taste of blood in his mouth.
Watching this, Baiyun couldn't stand it anymore. She ran out of the room and thought about leaving that disgusting place. Then she remembered her duty to bring food to father. She opened the refrigerator and found some cold stir-fry. She heated it up on the gas stove in the small kitchen and walked back to the dining room with one hand on her nose.
Father was writing comments between the lines of a textbook using a magnifying glass. The book itself revealed why he had to use the magnifying glass. It was a textbook of advanced mathematics called, "Special Function" that had equations and words. However, a handwritten version also was superimposed on top of the print. In fact most of the printed version had been either crossed out or pasted over with handwritten text.
Baiyun left the food on his desk. Underneath the glass on the table, Baiyun noticed many new pictures of red and purple roses.
Father wolfed down his food and continued his writing on the textbook. After a few minutes, his head nodded. His hand dropped with the weight of the magnifying glass. The pen stopped; blue ink soaked through the page and created a large stain on the page. In a minute, loud snoring sullied the silence. Under the dim lamplight, the flushing of his face made him look like a roasted animal.
Baiyun looked away and only to set her eyes on pots of roses in full bloom. Their color ranged from yellow to pink and from red to black. But most were bloody red like a girl's lipstick ready to be kissed.
Baiyun realized her parents were in no mood or shape to talk to her. Before she decided to leave, she heard a motorcycle approaching. She decided to sit at the desk at the middle of the room.
Lao Zheng rushed into the apartment without knocking. He nodded to Baiyun, winked at her, and then went straight to Meiling's bedroom after letting the curtain down. The curtain on Meiling's bedroom door was like a woman's summer dress—just long enough to hide the mid-parts of the body.
Meiling asked him "How much do we have now?"
"Oh, about twenty thousand," Lao Zheng answered.
"No, I don't believe you. You must have put away some for yourself."
"Come on, woman. You can't be serious. Have I ever cheated you?"
"Stop!" It was the sound of Meiling slapping Lao Zheng. "Don't think you can lay me as soon as you get here. Get serious for a minute. If a civil war started, we wouldn't have anything left. We'd better find a way to save our hard earned money."
"Okay, but let's talk about that later."
"Oh! What do you want? What do you want? Ha, ha..."Meiling's hysterical laugh indicated she was no longer ill. The handsome tiger embroidered on the dark brown knitted curtain suddenly came alive. His widely open mouth and pointed teeth revealed his great hunger.
"Don't be too rough with me! I'm sick."
"Come on, I'm the cure for your illness."
Two pairs of feet in slippers appeared in the space beneath the curtain. One was big and strong with bulging veins under rough dark skin, the other tiny and elegant as marble. They moved closer, separated and rose up onto the bed. The door was closed shut.
The tiger on the curtain seemed to roar. The curtain was thick and impenetrable. Peering through the tiger's eyes, Baiyun could see Meiling's and her boyfriend's ecstatic faces that made her look away immediately. Just before she was about to leave, she saw her father go into the kitchen.
Father lit a burner, took a fire poker and laid it on the fire. When the tip was red hot, he picked it up and marched toward Meiling's bedroom. Without hesitation, he jabbed the fire poker directly through the eye of the tiger on the curtain. A hissing sound told her Meiling's bedroom door was closed and Father had also burned a hole through the wood. Then he burned another and another. Finally he threw down the poker, jumped at the door and, like a lizard crawling on a wall, spied into Meiling's room through the holes he had made. He leaned against the door, making it squeak, then he turned toward one side and slid down. Something was growing in the front of his pants. He put his hand in, rubbing and squeezing. His face was scarlet and twisted.
"Aaeh! Aaeh!" This time his moaning became harsher and more intense.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
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An Excerpt From Chapter 3
Several hundred people assembled in front of the men's dormitory, #41, near one of the campus gates. The red Beijing University flag was billowing in the wind. Some windows of the dorms were open and the students who'd overslept yelled, "Wait for me. I will be down in a second." Some came down with a piece of bread in their hands.
When Baiyun, Yumei and their roommate Li Yan arrived at 7:00am, each girl had a different feeling about being there. Baiyun wore blue pants and a faded jacket, hoping her appearance would attract no attention. Yumei's bright orange sweater indicated that she wanted to be noticed immediately. Li Yan wore a neutral white top and black pants, as though she was still in mourning for the death of Hu Yaobang, which was absolutely adequate. Her approach to life was more realistic. She was a stout girl with two bushy pigtails and she loved sports and politics, so she was just happy to be a part of it.
Their decision to skip class on Monday was a big one. The liberal arts students organized the march. Since the girls were chemistry majors, Baiyun, Yumei and Li Yan would probably be the only people there from their class. Besides, most chemistry majors would not have a friend like Longfe, an economics major, to inform them about the march. Math class was important but easy to skip. Physical education wasn't as important, however it was much harder to skip because as soon as they lined up, the instructor would notice who was missing immediately. The physical education teacher was reasonable. Everyone loved to skip the Political Science class. No one listened during those lectures anyway. Everyone read either their math textbook or a novel right under the instructor's nose as he tried to politically indoctrinate his students by swinging his arms and spraying saliva through spaces between his teeth.
The sky looked gray on that spring morning, for the sun hid behind thick layers of clouds and seemed far, far away. Occasional gusts of wind blew the dust into the air, a familiar scene in Beijing. Yumei was a girl from Shaanxi, an ancient province southeast of Beijing. She began to sing loudly, even though they hardly knew anyone around them.
"Beijing, our great capital,
Beijing, a beautiful city.
But in the spring,
Ladies cover their faces with gray scarves."
Li Yan was a news addict, and she kept informed on everything through her radio. She was carrying a Walkman. "On the broadcast they said it might rain today." Li Yan informed them.
"Come on, I never believe the weather forecast. They are rarely correct," said Yumei, absent-mindedly.
"But it rained yesterday," said Baiyun, pushing her glasses up a bit on her straight nose.
"Maybe God is weeping for Hu Yaobang's death," said Yumei, looking around to see if anyone had noticed her.
"Have you heard anything interesting on the BBC?" asked Baiyun. She knew Li Yan listened to the BBC short wave broadcasts every day.
"Yes, they're making all kinds of strange predictions about China's future. Some say Hu Yaobang's death is a sign that the conservatives will come back. Some say his death could stir up a full-scale student movement, which would begin to turn China into a more democratic society."
Longfe approached the girls. "Hi, Yumei! It's nice that you are here already." He wore a tan blazer and a pair of blue jeans. His big eyes were beaming behind his square-rimmed glasses.
Baiyun felt ignored after Li Yan left to join students from other departments. She found Longfe very attractive. She liked his big tall body, the deep set of his eyes and his smooth round face. But every time he was around, she was too nervous to open her mouth. She felt embarrassed just standing there, and an idea dawned on her.
"Yumei… I'm going back to pick up our raincoats or an umbrella for us." Baiyun interrupted Yumei and Longfe's conversation. Longfe stared at her and frowned. Baiyun turned and ran away.
On her way out, she saw Li Yan along with Xia Nan, a communist party member and the head of the student association in the economic department, talking to a group of students with a megaphone.
Baiyun quickly got back to the dorm, and after looking through the suitcases, drawers, and under the beds, could not find any raincoats or umbrellas. Then suddenly she realized that she had left hers at home and Yumei had probably had lost hers as usual. She decided to go to the campus grocery store to buy an umbrella. If she was late, she could always ride her bicycle to catch up with everyone. In any case, she wanted to be truly part of the march this time instead of being just a bystander as she had been on previous occasions. She was famous for always missing exciting events by staying in the library and studying. As she walked toward the store, she heard a voice accompanied by the noise of a motorcycle behind her.
"Baiyun, what's the rush? Let me give you a ride."
Lao Zheng, fully equipped with a helmet, leather jacket and goggles, had stopped his motorcycle behind Baiyun. He had a big grin on his face. Yuck, what is he doing here? Baiyun asked herself. She quickly composed herself and faked a smile. "You've come to the wrong place to find Mother."
"Well," he set his left foot on the ground. "Are you going to Tiananmen Square? I can give you a ride. It's such a long way to walk."
"How did you know about the march?"
"I saw a group of students marching out of the gate when I came in. I asked them where they were going."
"Have they already gone?" Baiyun felt bad. What would her friends think of her if she wasn't there? They would think she had missed another important event again. Baiyun could just imagine how the others would talk about her: "How clever, that Baiyun. Going back to get an umbrella is just her excuse. Do you remember how she got out of the march last time? She stayed in the library overnight and came out once everyone was gone."
"Ha... You really need a ride now." Lao Zheng smiled like a victor.
"Would you?"
"Let's go"
Baiyun jumped onto the back seat of the motorcycle. Although she hated the cigarette smell on his jacket, she had to hold on to it tightly and bury her head in it, because she did not want others on campus to see her riding on a motorcycle with such a man.
The streets were full of busy people going to work on bicycles, buses or occasionally on motorcycles. The ringing of bicycle bells and honking of bus horns awakened the city like a rooster's crowing at dawn. At every street corner, there was a little yellow cylindrical station painted with red stripes. Policemen wearing white summer uniforms and sunglasses either sat in the station looking out, or stood in the center of the intersection of two streets, directing the busy traffic with a little blue and white stick. Sometimes a policeman would stop an unfortunate bicyclist because he was carrying his son or both his son and his wife on the bike fender seat. They usually got a warning from the policeman and were told to walk to the bus station to let the wife and son take the bus. But as soon as they were out of the policeman's sight, they would get back on the bike and fly. Violating traffic laws was not considered a crime in China.
Lao Zheng and Baiyun found the marchers stopped in front of a big farmer's market, two kilometers from the campus.
"Hey, Baiyun, we caught up with them in no time at all. Let's ride along with them. What do you think?"
"Would you let me get off?" She pointed toward the market. "So I can buy an umbrella and find my roommate."
"Don't you want to march with me? We have a motorcycle, the modern transportation." Lao Zheng stood by his motorcycle proudly. With his sunglasses and shining new leather jacket, he almost looked like a movie star.
Baiyun was not impressed. "Please let me off!" She screamed.
"Actually your mother asked me to come here and pick you up. She worries about you," Lao Zheng's tone changed.
"I don't believe you. Mother never bothers me at school. She trusts me."
"Ok, I came here to find you myself. I think you'd enjoy going out with me. We'll spend some money and have a good time. This demonstration is boring. What do you think?" Lao Zheng put on his charming mask again.
Baiyun jumped off the slowly moving motorcycle and ran to the other side of the street where the students were, trying to hold back her tears.
"Baiyun! Baiyun!" shouted Lao Zheng, dumbfounded.
"Baiyun, why are you so late?" Baiyun could hear someone in the crowd yelled at her.
As Baiyun was crossing the street, she saw that Yumei, Longfe, Li Yan and the other students were staring at her. She blushed. How shameful! She said to herself. But to the others, she was speechless. There was a lump in her throat.
"How do you know someone who owns a motorcycle? How exciting!" said Yumei. Then she took Baiyun's hands and smiled charmingly, which cheered Baiyun.
"According to the BBC, motorcycles are the practical modern transportation for the future in China. I'm proud of you, Baiyun. You'll be a pioneer motorcycle rider on campus," said Li Yan.
"I didn't know there is another side of you, Baiyun. Your hidden side is really exciting," said Longfe, looking impressed.
Yumei hit Longfe on the shoulder. "Stop!" Then she took Baiyun to the side.
"What's the matter with you?"
"I feel awful." Tears streamed down Baiyun's face.
"So, that's your mother's boyfriend? What does he want?"
"He wants me to spend the day with him." Baiyun stared down on the ground as though this was the most embarrassing moment in her life.
"Oh, my God. He's really interested in you," said Yumei, half teasingly.
"Yes, is that awful?"
"I don't know. If you don't like him, yes."
"I'm not going to go back home anymore."
"Ok, stick with us."
"Sure," said Baiyun. She couldn't think of a better way to spend the day.
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Sunday, December 18, 2011
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#14 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Fiction > Genre Fiction > Historical
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