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A Cultivating Virgin (2)
2) A Dramatic Fellow |
The man called as Shrimp was a senior kitchen worker. His original task was to knock the class bell and supply fresh water. There was no tap water available in my hometown at that time. Therefore, all water for several hundreds students and faculty’s daily life was born by Shrimp’s shoulders. All year around, you could only see his shoulder red and swollen, never heard his any complaint.
He was a poor guy with too much misfortune. He lost his parents ever since his childhood. An old temple master in Dong Shan Hill gave him a mercy and picked him up as a junior monk. After liberation, no religion service was permitted. He had to recover a normal life. Up till now, there was an array of 9 little scars on his head. Since he had a bow figure just like a shrimp, therefore, a nickname of “Shrimp” was added upon him. With time being, no one even knew what his real name was.
Shrimp was single until recent days, when someone helped him to marry a female bagger. The girl was a bit silly but much younger than Shrimp. It was said, immediately after wedding ceremony, the bride was in such anxiety that she took off all her cloths and laid on the bed with her thighs’ open and breast erection, eagerly waiting for her groom’s coming in. Facing on bride’s lusty nude, the groom was so shy, that he never dared to looked at her body directly. Covering his face with palms, he continuously whispered: “ Oh, what a shame! How shy I am!”.
Found no response yet, the girl could not withstand, she came down from the bed and pulled his trousers off. The Shrimp was scared and tightly closed his legs with pitiful shivering and muttering: “For Budda’s Mercy! For Budda’s Mercy!”. His such poor behavior made silly girl crying all night long.
All of this story was discovered by some piquant students who were lurking behind the door or window peeping and eavesdropping whole night. After that, some people always made fun to him: “ Hi, Shrimp, do you happen to know how to do the fair?” “Do you want me together with your wife to show you the way?” With such humiliate taunting, he was never offended and could only say: “What a sin! What a sin.”
Exactly a short while after his wedding, he was sent to this Farm in Po Hu Lake.
The boat was fluctuating in the river. The surging waves were constantly charging to the bow with splashing droplets rash to our faces and cloths.It was very quiet,since we all held our breath by scare even panic. “Haha,”suddenly,Shrimp’s gruff voice broken the deadly silence. “it is your gentlemen’s fortune”he shouted as his rowing sped up. “You see,”he pointed to the up reach with his oar, “There is something in the water!”. With his direction,we found a black item was ups and downs in the waves.”There was a flood in our up reach. That matter must be a drowned pig.We’ll have a delicious meal with pork dishes today!”he cheerfully announced.His excitement largely awaken our desire toward forgetten taste of meat and reminded our painful hungery in our empty s$$aches. He skillfully turned the bow back to block the item’s swift floating.Then, he fiercely pick it up with his oar.”Wow! My God!”we all shouted out simultaneously, since we found the capture was nothing but a black and swollen body!“damn, damn!” Shrimp quikly spit to the corpse for driving away the unluckness brought by it.
After our disembarkation, Shrimp arranged us to a reed made camp. Dozen students crowded in such narrow space and laid on fresh reed-rod floor, we could hardly withstand the terrible moist and smell. But, no sooner, with teenager s’ optimistic nature, we got used to it and made a lot of fun in it.
“Dang, dang, dang.....” after a while, a dull sound came from Shrimp’s kitchen. It was his bell, an innovation to imitate school’s facility. He hung a broken hoe head in front of his tent and knocked it with a chop back to generate metallic sounds, which comically brought us a bit academic atmosphere in this desert moor.
“Diner is ready!” Shrimp heralded as knocking the bell and with a childish smiling. “ Ha ha, dear Shrimp, you are doing the same job here.” “ Yes, since it is a part of our school. Is’nt it?” he seriously explained with an enjoyable proud.
May be for fire prevention sake, his cooking sets, a pile of dry mud supporting a huge rice cooker, were deliberately located in outside the door. Inside the cooker, a mixture of congee and vegetables was a luxury meal to us at that time. “I am so sorry to all of you for such a humbler greeting meal,” Squatting beside the cooker, he distributed the food to us carefully. “Not all!” we replied instantly. “Since there isn’t any meat or cooking stuff available here,” Shrimp added. “may this mixture serve you as both staple food and dishes, can It?” He mumbled with a funny looking and endless regret. ”Why not?” we replied and eagerly started our first picnic.
(to be continued)
Exrtated from <A Dedicated Dream> written by Wenzili with all property right reservation