Vol 1 Chapter 7.2 (2/2)

Even though he didn’t see eye to eye with me, with Guan He’s cover, he couldn’t do anything.

Guan He wasn’t overly enthusiastic but she definitely wouldn’t give up on me either.

One day, I forgot what the reason was but Guan He needed to go home and get something and dragged me along, wanting me to go and play at her house. After we went inside, I saw her er hu and asked her to play me a song so she played ‘Night on the Gra.s.sland’.

“I remember when you transferred to our cla.s.s, you played this song.”

She was quite surprised, “You actually remember? This is my favourite song.”

I remember everything related to her. What did Gu Long* say again? The person who understands you the most isn’t a friend but, an enemy. Too bad Guan He is a good student and doesn’t read Gu Long or else, she should really watch out around me.

*[Chinese novelist]

I asked her, “Who did you learn the er hu from?” Er hu teachers weren’t easy to find, at least I’ve never seen er hu cla.s.ses before.

“My dad taught me. He loves this song the most and plays it really well.”

“Oh!” I nodded lightly, I saw the family photo on the wall of their living room, her dad was old and fat, his face was bulging with fat and I really couldn’t see him as the talented type.

She sat there quietly for a while then, she suddenly pulled out a photo alb.u.m and flipped it open to show me, “This is my dad’s picture.”

I looked at it dumbstruck, unable to help but take a closer look. The man in the picture looked scholarly with delicate and chiselled features. Because it was a black and white picture, it made him look even more refined.

Didn’t this person change a bit too much? How could he have turned into the man in the living room picture?

I kept flipping through the alb.u.m and after a while, I realised that they were all pictures of him when he was young, there wasn’t even one picture of him as a middle aged man, plus, in the family pictures, there was only Guan He and her mom and dad, her brother and sister weren’t there. Just as I was thinking about it, Guan He said, “My current father is my stepfather.”

“Did your dad die of illness?”

Guan He shook her head and lightly said, “One year when he went on a business trip, he was driving on a narrow road, there were two cars driving in the opposite direction and needed to pa.s.s him. He accidentally put his head out the window and neither one of the drivers saw. His head was pulled off.

I was absolutely horrified. This was the scariest death I had heard of. If I didn’t hear it personally, I would really want to fabricate a more common way of death such as liver cancer or lung cancer.

I only heard it once but for many years after, when I sat in a car, I didn’t dare put my head out the window. Even when I put my hand out, I would first look around.  I can’t even imagine how big Guan He’s psychological shadow must be.

Guan He seemed to have been unable to speak out her mind without reservation for many years and once she started, she couldn’t stop, “My dad’s surname is Xia*, because he likes lotus flowers, he gave me the name Xia He, hoping that I could be as touching as a lotus flower and that my character could also be as n.o.ble and unsullied as the flower. After he pa.s.sed away, because mom didn’t have a job, for the sake of raising me and giving me a good education, she married my current father and my surname changed from Xia to Guan.”

“Is your current father good to you?”

Guan He replied lightly, “He’s never mistreated me. He’s a lot older than my mom and his previous wife had pa.s.sed away leaving him with a son and two daughters. As long as I am obedient and hard working, he wouldn’t specially make trouble for me. It’s just harder to get along with my brother and sisters, however, I’ve become used to it over the years.”

I started to understand where her maturity, her patience and reservedness, her perfect demeanour all came from. It was because she didn’t have a family, she was living off other people, her mother depended on another family to take on the burden of her living fees and study expenses so, when other children were still innocently acting spoilt, she was already learning how to get along with her step father, brother and sisters.

Guan He smiled, “Our cla.s.smates look at me and a.s.sume I’m living in an excellent household but actually, they don’t know that I could do many things since I was very young, I can make dumplings, wash clothes and clean the house. Most of my clothes are discarded from my sisters. My mom’s hands are nimble and she uses the sewing machine to adjust them for me and they become very pretty. I actually don’t have many clothes that are really mine.”

Because she was smiling, when her lips curled up, there was an unusual kind of strength about it. I said, “You’re pretty, you have a good temperament, it’s only because it’s you who is wearing the clothes that the cla.s.smates will take notice.”

Guan He smiled but I couldn’t tell if it was a mask or if she was truly smiling. She looked into my eyes and said, “Because I’ve had to watch a person’s every mood since I was small, I’ve become a very sensitive person. After we became desk mates, I’ve felt that actually, we’re kind of similar. It’s just that you can resist and do what you want to do.”

I looked at her dazedly. She smiled and held my hand, taking me outside. She half jokingly said, “Don’t tell anyone where my house is, I don’t need others to know that I’m Cinderella. I like to be a little princess.”

I nodded and solemnly replied, “I won’t tell anyone.”

Although I looked very calm on the outside, not even giving Guan He any comforting words, my coldness had shattered in front of her. Even Teacher Wu could feel it, of the entire year, the only person I was unable to say “no” to was Guan He. If I was the Monkey King*, Guan He was my golden hoop. No matter how naughty I was, Guan He would always have a way to make me obedient.

*[The Monkey King is the main character in the novel, Journey to the West and the magical golden hoop around his head was used to control him as it tightened and gave him unbearable pain whenever he was disobedient.]

I started to enter Guan He’s friends.h.i.+p circle. I would play chess with Li Shan, word games with Song Chen, Chinese chess with w.a.n.g Hao and bully Old Three with his girlfriend, forcing him to eat burnt eggplant and with every bite, he was forced to say, “Delicious.” After our cla.s.s meeting on Fridays, we would all go sing karaoke……

Without realising, I had stopped drifting away from people in our year, instead, slowly becoming a member of Cla.s.s(4). I had a group of people I could mess around with and every day, every week, we had activities to do, I had no time to be lonely.

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