Old Town (48 page)

The child within Huang Shuyi was likewise a life that burst into this world by accident. His gramps and granny gave him the name Chen Xiaofan—“Little Ordinary Chen.” They hoped that the Chen family’s little grandson could pass through life safely and with little notice. When Xiaofan was two years old, Huang Shuyi went to the police substation and changed her child’s name from Xiao—“Little,” to Chao—“Transcending.”

The very day she changed her son’s name, she went into the West Gate churchyard and, standing on the steps, with stern and righteous indignation told the pastor and his wife, “I won’t let you poison my son with your beliefs. That’s spiritual opium. Enchun is a man poisoned by spiritual opium, and now he’s passive and good for nothing. If that’s what happens, I’d rather my son die young first!”

The pastor and his wife stared tongue-tied at this fierce and implacable woman. They thought of Miss Huang Shuyi in her student days, such a sweet and wonderful girl.
This child was definitely possessed by devils.
They firmly believed that here on earth all pain, trouble, and evils were caused by devils.

When Chaofan had been younger, Huang Shuyi came to West Gate several times to make off with her son, driven perhaps by longing for him, or perhaps consciously to make him a prop in her litigation. Once, with her sick child in her arms, she succeeded in stopping the provincial governor’s special car. At the time, Chaofan was running a high fever and having convulsions. The governor had his secretary send the mother and the child to the hospital while he himself issued a memo requesting the appropriate department to investigate this woman’s grievance. But several months later what Huang Shuyi received was an official notification disallowing a reversal of the case. Her elder brother Huang Jian could not escape implication in the homicide case south of the city. Therefore, Enchun’s and her party membership would not be recognized.

Huang Shuyi immediately set out on a wandering northward course to seek out a higher level of leadership with whom to make her appeal. At that time she hadn’t one
fen
to her name, so along the way she got jobs doing rough work, like breaking up quarry stones and carrying heavy loads at depots and wharfs. This stop-and-start journey from Old Town to Beijing ate up more than half a year’s time.

3.

W
HEN HE RECEIVED
his daughter’s telegram from Sixteen Wharf Landing in Shanghai, Dr. Lin just couldn’t stay seated, but paced alone around the dining table, first this way, and then that, the message clutched in his hand. Second Sister had gone out to a meeting and Little Su’er was at the kindergarten. The doctor tried to calm himself down to say a prayer of thanksgiving to Jesus and the Heavenly Father, but as he lowered his head, he just sobbed, unable to say a single word. His heart beating wildly,
pu-tong! pu-tong!
he impulsively dashed into the street yelling, “Baohua is coming home! My daughter is coming home!”

The voyage from Shanghai to Old Town would take two days and two nights. He had suffered through the prolonged separation of over ten years but these last two days and nights were just too unbearable. How many times did he sit down? How many times did he stand up? He took Baohua’s picture out of the photo album and guessed what she looked like these days and what his granddaughter looked like. The image of three-year-old Baohua emerged in his mind, dainty and delicate as he held her in his arms, as soft and insubstantial as a kitten. What was the child’s name? He hadn’t known he had a granddaughter. Back when he named Su’er, he had prepared a name to give to a future granddaughter—Hong’er—“Little Rainbow.” A rainbow was the sign of God’s covenant with man.

Mindlessly the doctor walked out the gate and over to the church where the pastor and his wife were tending the flower garden in the yard. The doctor stood at the fence and said rather idiotically, “Baohua will be home in two days.”

The couple did not pause in their work. They knew that Baohua would soon be home. “Yes, this batch of flowers is waiting for Baohua’s return. Look how gorgeously they’re blooming!” said Mrs. Chen.

“She will be on board for several hours. Two days and two nights.”

The pastor’s wife stood up and gazed off into the distance. “When the railroad comes through here, I’ve just got to go back to Beijing to take a look. I’m really looking forward to a bowl of Dashanlan
douzhi
. It’s been so many years now…”
⁵⁰

The three people all soliloquized at cross purposes. The doctor felt the host of feelings clogged up inside him was straining to get out. Turning around, he found himself looking straight at the boss-lady there in the window of the rice shop. She was just then combing her hair and the sight of that head of white hair in the sunlight startled him. Holding her comb, the boss-lady waved at the doctor. He really wanted to shout over from across the main street, “Boss-lady, my daughter’s coming home!” But he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and instead said a silent prayer.
O God, thank you for bringing Baohua back to my side and please look with favor upon that poor mother there
.

The doctor sat in the bus without knowing where he wanted to go. Nor did he know what he wanted to do. Old Town had just this one bus route which crossed the city from West Gate to the side of the moat beyond South Gate. As he passed the provincial newspaper office gate he thought of his niece Baolan whom he hadn’t seen in so long. He decided to get off the bus and look for her. He would invite her to go with them to the dock at noon the day after tomorrow to greet Baohua.

Baolan’s father and mother both left this world not long after Liberation. Ever since then she had been taken care of by that male student, Ah Jian, her boat mate on the night they returned to Old Town. He provided financial assistance to her so she could attend university in Shanghai. After she graduated, Baolan was busy with her career and unwilling to get married. Ah Jian quietly waited for her. The year before last at the New Year the two of them brought their wedding “happiness candies” to their ninth uncle and ninth aunt. Ah Jian had waited almost ten years.

To enter the newspaper building to find someone, he had to fill out a form at the gate house. The old fellow on duty saw Baolan’s name and said, “This person has long since stopped working here.”

“Where has she been reassigned?”

“A rightist. She went to labor reform.”

Dr. Lin looked at him in shock. Every New Year, Baolan and Ah Jian would come to West Gate to offer the season’s greetings to him and Second Sister. Baolan was still a well-turned-out person and always sparkling with laughter. It’s true that she had lost weight and looked darker. He just supposed she had gotten sunburned from going to the countryside on reporting assignments.

It was impossible for him to believe this was really so and stammered out, “I’d like to look for Lin Baolan. The one you said was a rightist was named Lin?”

“Correct. Lin Baolan. Formerly the “Girl Genius” of this newspaper. She wrote a lot of articles.”

“You haven’t remembered wrong?”

The old fellow in the gate house office sent out a sneering laugh from inside the window, then turned away and went on with what he had been doing.

After who knows how much time passed, the doctor heard him say to someone who had gone into the room for a newspaper, “That person’s looking for Lin Baolan. Do you know where she is now?” The other person said, “Oh, Lin Baolan’s returned from labor reform. She’s a worker at the printing plant.” Coming back to his senses, Dr. Lin asked for the directions and immediately set off.

In a dingy factory building, every one of the old-style printing machines was pounding away fit to shake the heavens and shift the earth. Somebody told Dr. Lin that the woman in the corner moving paper sheets was Lin Baolan. He excitedly moved forward several steps, then suddenly turned and went back out the door.

Baolan had been a highly competitive girl. Under these circumstances, she certainly wouldn’t have been happy to meet a Lin family relative. He withdrew a ways and stood under a tree gazing at her. She was loading the paper onto a little wheelbarrow and distributing it at each of the printing machines and then transferring the printed product to another corner. This was the kind of work for a husky fellow. She was bent over the whole time and, from the look of it, extremely tired. Dr. Lin’s third brother and third sister-in-law had so treasured this girl, their only child. What would they have thought had they seen this scene? The doctor felt that he himself had a responsibility he couldn’t shirk regarding Baolan’s present fate. Originally it had been Baoqing who had intercepted Baolan and Ah Jian out at sea and brought them back home. Perhaps that had been a mistake. It was inevitable that Baolan, with her scintillating brilliance and all-too conspicuous talents, would become the bird that sticks its head out and gets hurt.

I didn’t look after Baolan properly. I should have realized early on that she would stir up trouble for herself. Intelligent people are always going to be proud and stick their necks out. The Bible says it clearly: God will always block the way of the proud
.
Over the past ten years, I have been terribly worried about Baohua, but thought little about Baolan. I have been too selfish
.

Seeing the girl laboring so bitterly, he wanted all the more to go forward and lend her a hand, but again decided against bothering her and forced himself to move on.

Now he especially wanted to meet with Ah Jian. In the Oppose Rightist Movement, many couples broke up, sensing the calamity about to hit them, but Ah Jian married Baolan
after
she became a rightist element. Dr. Lin, as a senior member of the Lin family, wanted to express his gratitude to Ah Jian directly.

Ah Jian taught mathematics at a high school. At this moment he was in his office correcting student assignments and was very surprised to see Ninth Uncle. The doctor didn’t ask anything but merely said that Sunday was the exact day of Baohua’s return and that he hoped that Ah Jian and Baolan would come by and see her. Then the doctor got up and firmly shook Ah Jian’s hand. “You’re a good man. Our Baolan was really lucky to get married to you. Thank you!” Ah Jian seemed to catch the drift of the doctor’s words. “Ninth Uncle, rest assured, I’ll spend my life looking after her.”

When Second Sister returned home, evening was already well advanced. Ninth Brother was sitting in his rocker looking uneasy. He hadn’t gone to the kindergarten to fetch Su’er, nor had he lit the stove to make dinner.
Something’s happened, for sure!
She pulled over a chair and sat down beside him.

“Ninth Brother, what’s wrong?”

Ninth Brother handed the telegram to her. “Baohua has already left Shanghai.”

Second Sister smiled in relief. “Look at you, so happy that you don’t even want your grandson!”

Ninth Brother forced himself to return Second Sister’s smile, got up and left to fetch Su’er.

He had not mentioned to anyone, not even his wife, about what had happened to Baolan. His heart ached so much he couldn’t bring himself to touch on it.

Baohua’s arrival at the dock was quite impressive. The Lin family, the Guo family, and the three generations of Pastor Chen’s family, several dozen people in all, had arrived early to wait by the water. Relatives that rarely got together were all gathered here today. The eldest son of the Guos dangled a liquor bottle in his hand and told amusing if incoherent stories about Baohua when she was little. He believed that Baohua would bring him a bottle of liquor as a meeting present.

China was now entering the period of the 1960s when many provinces experienced an endless series of natural disasters. Famine was spreading as quickly as a plague. Old Town, that lucky place, also began to show the symptoms of this. All foodstuffs began to be rationed according to coupons held by the population, but even so, supply still did not meet demand. In order to convert coupons into rice and pork, people started to line up in the middle of the night.

The liquor that eldest Guo son depended on for his survival was also hit by the famine. Whomever he met he would beg for something to drink. He could walk for more than an hour in the middle of the night to knock on his older sisters’ doors. If his importuning didn’t succeed, he would sit right down on the ground and just howl and wail like a brokenhearted child.

Baolan had now arrived. There in this crowd she stood out as she always did with her bright laughter and her tastefully selected outfits. Her relatives called her “Girl Genius” and “Reporter.” That Guo alcoholic pestered her with his complaints and troubles. He wanted her to write an article to the government to report that the monthly ration of liquor even when diluted was still not enough to last him two days. Baolan, leaning on Ah Jian’s shoulder, beamed her smile at him. “Ten
jin
of grain will only distill a little over one
jin
of liquor. Our country’s in trouble now. You should just drink a little less,” she said.

Ninth Brother closely watched every twinkle and smile Baolan made, almost forgetting Baohua who at this very moment was drawing close to Old Town. This morning he had asked Second Sister for coupons for ten
jin
of grain and one half a
jin
of cooking oil, ready to slip them into Ah Jian’s hand a little later. With Baolan doing heavy work, he had to be sure she was eating well. Second Sister showed no haste in opening the drawer, a sign of the struggle going on within her. This really did put her in a difficult position. For several months now this aging couple had not eaten a full meal, and she had saved a few coupons in the event an even greater famine hit. Ninth Brother had steeled himself to ask for the coupons. Second Sister asked him whom these were for but he only said, “There are people who need these more t han we do.”

At first he supposed that Baolan’s smile hid her real desperation, and this was like a knife plunging into his breast. Ah Jian always held Baolan’s hand. In conservative Old Town, even sweethearts madly in love with each other rarely held hands in full view. Ah Jian and Baolan’s look of total intimacy was natural and it certainly wasn’t intended to prove anything to others. They had always been this way, like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, two lives fused into one. Gradually Ninth Brother’s tension relaxed and a sense of relief washed over him. He thought of his and Second Sister’s own happy marriage. No matter what awful things might happen in this world, a harmoniously married couple’s home was like Noah’s ark, or a harbor in a storm. Their own world of two was far more solid and strong than what was outside.