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A Tearing Lotus: (4) Different Fortune Wheels [Copy link] 中文

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(4) Different Fortune Wheels

The alumni-reunion party was conducted successfully. More than 80 alumni with age about 70 were gathering together. As if passing through a time tunnel, those senior people suddenly behaved in childlike ways: speaking and laughing loudly, slapping and jumping naively, no one could imaged how many surprises and fun had been brought to them.
Two day’s gathering was swiftly over. Then, those old people were immersed in a sad parting again in tears, since no one knew if they would have a chance to meet each other again.
On October 3, Xi Hua and her husband got up much earlier than usual. They went to their vegetable garden at 4 am. Then, her husband, ridding on a bicycle, went to a remote village to purchase some “green meat” domestically produced by local countrymen.
Xi Hua herself, however, had her dilapidated house thoroughly cleaned up.
After that, this thrifty couple ran wild to find possibly luxury food, such as wild soft-shield tortoise, huge frogs*** to host their rare visitors.  
Before 12 o’clock am, the dinner was ready and the guests, Shu Zhen and her husband, Zhi Ming arrived in time at her pre-classmate’s humble house.
A complex impulse immediately arose in mind as Shu Zhen noticed her classmate still in such poverty.
  She couldn’t help to bottom up again and again to acknowledge Xi Hua’s matchmaking, which, as she frankly pointed out, had entirely changed her own and her whole family’s life as well.  
At that very moment while Xi Hua introduced her to Zhi Ming, her mother just had an agonized accident and whole family was on the corner. The marriage made them free from the economic odds just in time.
Shortly after their marriage, Zhi Ming was transferred to a state-own civilian company as a directing manager.
In the middle of 1990s, Zhi Ming retired from the leading post.
Thanks to his reconnaissance’s dowry, he penetrated the trend of Chinese capital market and invested all his compensation in real estate.
After several years, as the estate price soaring in local market, he became a multimillionaire now.
They had two boys and one daughter; all of them got their favorite university education, and consequently had sound salary incomes.
Undoubtedly, Her family enjoyed a really happy life.
As Shu Zhen’s thankful and emotional talking, Zhi Ming sitting in the most honorable seat, however, just kept silent.
Then, after a toast, he spoke slowly, but his topic was totally different from Shun Zhen’s. What he constantly talking about is personal fate. He took his sister He Hua as an instance.
“My sister had a very bad luck. Her life is full of frustrations.”  
After several bottoms up, surprisingly, he choked with sobs and told everyone a sad story, which puzzled Xi Hua more than half a century……

(To be continued by (5) Misery As Long As Thread)

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A Tearing Lotus: (5) Misery As Long As Silk Thread

He Hua originally lived in Nan Chang County. Her father was a silk thread maker, locally known as Silk Master Huang.
Filature or silk making was a very old workmanship, which can be traced back to five thousands year’s ago in ancient China.
After years’ development, the thread fabrication and dyeing process had become more and more mature.
After the silk reeled from cocoons, the thread could be manually made by the combination to several pieces of silks.
Every evening the silk maker tired up the both ends of the silk fiber to be processed to two brass-plumbs respectively. Dozen of such silk sets with brass-plumbs must be prepared well for the following process next day.
Before dawn, the silk master erected a “T” form bracket in an open area and fixed another pole in far distance, then he placed dozen of the plumbs on the top beam of the “T” bracket and the others on another mobile “T”, which he would hold in hands and walked around the fixed pole in far distance. After he returned back, he would place all these plumbs on the fixed bracket in a certain order.
After that, with a pair of handled rub-boards, he must constantly rub each end of the plumbs in turn to maintain their revolving. In this way, the silk fiber would twist together and become thinker.
This process was very hard and tiresome also with very narrow margin. Therefore, Master Huang’s family life was always in pressing economic odds.
Recent days, his wife would give a birth to a child. However, the sale of the silk thread was getting down daily.
“Only less than half kilo of rice left now in our container.” Wife warmed him with her hands resting on her bulged belly and accompanying by constant groaning, when he held his silk bracket out that morning.
Sure enough, when Master Huang was rubbing the plumbs, a neighbor ran and shouted to him in harsh panting:” Master Huang, Your wife had delivered a baby girl”
He collected his utensil and went home in hurry.
After long time’s fumbling inside, he failed to get anything to pay the midwife. Then, he gritted his teeth and pulled all rice out to reward her.
Consumed last provision, even the lying-in woman had no food, how could the little baby survive and be brought up? He felt he was really on the corner.
He had no way but to sent the infant to someone else.
When he held a nude baby in arms and shyly walked on road, he felt very uneasy. Therefore, he picked up some lotus leaves from a pond on the way and wrapped her body up entirely.
He arrived at a tobacco shop where happened to be no one in currently. He thought here must be her ideal destination for not only the landlord was rich enough to raise her, but also the landlady was infertile. Above all this couple was very kind to every body due to their belief of Buddhism.
He made up his mind and put the infant on the counter, then, ran away as quick as possible.
From then on, she became their adopted daughter and named as He Hua (lotus) to commemorate her first descent here with a package of lotus leaves.
He Hua and her foster parent had led a happy life for more than 9 years. The adopter treated her as their own borne daughter and had all sorts of favors by all means.
Unfortunately, a deadly disaster befell to them before long.

(To be continued by (6) Invaders’ Bloody Massacre )

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