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Now, Fan Jiashu and Feng Xi had been speaking within the Inner Altar. He was full of fervent sincerity, eager to help her pursue her studies. Upon hearing his words, she uttered a word of thanks, then abruptly turned her face away and ran off towards the Cypress Grove. Fan Jiashu was left utterly astonished. Could it be she was displeased by such an offer? He stood there dumbfounded. He saw Feng Xi run straight into the Cypress Grove, where there was a stone slab table with two stone stools beside it. She sat on one of the stools, resting her arms on the table and burying her head in them. From a distance, Fan Jiashu watched. It seemed to him she was crying, which only deepened his bewilderment. He initially thought of going over to ask, but unsure how he had offended, he simply clasped his hands behind his back and began pacing back and forth.
After crying on the stone table for a while, Feng Xi lifted one arm, hiding her head beneath it, and looked back in his direction. Seeing Fan Jiashu pacing restlessly, she felt he had not grasped her meaning and grew even more hesitant. Unable to bear causing him further distress, she stifled her sobs with great effort, stood up, slowly turned around, and faced him. Seeing her posture, Fan Jiashu understood she would not refuse his consolation. He slowly walked to her side. As he approached, Feng Xi tugged at her lapel, twisted to glance at her skirt behind her, then raised a hand to gently adjust the twin buns on her head. Her gaze remained fixed on the ground, not daring to meet Fan Jiashu’s eyes directly. "Why are you like this?" Fan Jiashu asked. "Was my suggestion too abrupt?" Feng Xi did not understand the word "abrupt" clearly and finally looked up. "What?" "My intentions were truly good," Fan Jiashu said. "Did you perhaps resent me for speaking out of turn?" Feng Xi lowered her head and shook it. "Oh! I see," said Fan Jiashu. "Perhaps you fear your family would not agree?" Shaking her head, Feng Xi replied, "That's not it." "Then why?" pressed Fan Jiashu. "I truly don't understand."
Feng Xi took out a handkerchief and dabbed her face lightly. She began walking forward slowly. "It's because I feel you treat me too well," she said. "But why did you cry over that?" Fan Jiashu asked. Feng Xi looked at him with a smile. "Who was crying? I wasn't crying." "You're lying right to my face!" he retorted. "If you weren't crying, what were you doing? Let me see. Your eyes are still red!" Not only did Feng Xi refuse to turn her face towards him, she twisted her body away, deliberately averting her gaze. "Tell me," Fan Jiashu insisted, "what on earth is this about?" "It's truly strange," said Feng Xi. "I don't know. Perfectly fine one moment, then suddenly my heart feels a surge..." She paused. "It wasn't sadness, but somehow I just felt like crying. Isn't that odd? What you said earlier, was it true? Don't tease me. I'm rather simple. If you say something, I'll take it very seriously." "Why would I tease you?" said Fan Jiashu. "When you asked me for money, I gave it right away. Otherwise, one might say I offered this to avoid paying." Feng Xi laughed. "I didn't mean it that way. Don't misunderstand. I'm just... See, I can't even put it into words." "You don't need to," Fan Jiashu said. "I understand perfectly. But regarding my offer to help you study, would your family agree?" Feng Xi smiled. "They probably could. But my family..." Here, her words trailed off. "Household expenses are not a problem," Fan Jiashu assured her. "As long as your mother allows you to study, I can advance money for your family. Later, if I stop, you can simply stop studying and return to being a street performer. That would be fine." "Oh!" sighed Feng Xi. "Don't keep saying such things. What about me could make you distrustful? Let's find another place to sit. I have more questions." Fan Jiashu stopped. "If you have questions, ask here. Why find a place to sit?" Feng Xi also stopped. Tilting her head thoughtfully, she smiled. "I thought I had many things to say, but when you ask, I feel there's nothing left. Do you have anything?" As she spoke, she shot him a fleeting glance. Fan Jiashu smiled. "I don't have anything particular either." "Then I'll head back," said Feng Xi. "I got up very early. I need to go back and sleep some more."
For a moment, neither spoke. They walked side by side onto the main path. Just as they were about to pass through the red circular gate, Fan Jiashu suddenly stopped and smiled. "Let's walk a bit more. Any further, we'll be out of the Inner Altar." Before Feng Xi could reply, Fan Jiashu had turned back. Feng Xi involuntarily followed. When they reached the altar's rear entrance, she stopped and smiled. "Where do you plan to go? Shall we walk like this forever?" "It's not that I'm fond of walking," Fan Jiashu explained. "There's no suitable place to sit and talk, and standing isn't quite proper. So walking and talking is best. Walking on, we don't feel tired. That's why the path stretches longer. If we could really walk together like this for a lifetime, that would be delightful!"
Feng Xi listened, offering only a faint smile. Unconsciously, she found herself back at the altar entrance. She laughed. "We're at the gate again. What now? Turn back once more?" Fan Jiashu lifted his left hand, pushed back his sleeve, and glanced at his wristwatch. "It's still only about nine," he said. "My goodness!" exclaimed Feng Xi. "We've been talking since past six. Isn't it time to go back? Will we see each other tomorrow?" Fan Jiashu said, "Perhaps not tomorrow." "The day after?" Feng Xi asked. "No matter what, we must meet the day after," Fan Jiashu declared. "I need your answer!" Feng Xi chuckled. "Exactly! Since we must meet then, why are you so reluctant to part today?" Fan Jiashu laughed. "You took such a detour just to say that? Alright. We'll part today. Tomorrow morning, let's meet here again, and I'll await your answer." Feng Xi said, "What's this? A moment ago you said we might not meet tomorrow, now you'll wait for my answer tomorrow morning?" Fan Jiashu grinned. "I think it's better to meet tomorrow. If we wait until the day after, I'd endure another whole day of suspense." Feng Xi laughed. "I knew you couldn't hold out. Fine! Wait for my good news tomorrow." Fan Jiashu said, "Good news already? So soon?" Feng Xi smiled, lowered her head, and darted forward several steps. Turning back, she shot him a glance. "You always pick apart every word. I'm not talking to you." By now, Feng Xi was walking faster, and Fan Jiashu could not catch up. "Why are you running?" he called. "I still have something to say!" "We've talked so long," Feng Xi replied without turning, only nodding back a few times. "Nothing left. Tomorrow at six, inside the altar." From afar, he watched her. A radiant smile suffused her cheeks. That parting glance, so endearing and poignant, etched itself deep into his mind.
Feng Xi had walked a good distance, yet Fan Jiashu remained transfixed, gazing after her. Only when she disappeared did he finally make his way out. But once outside, he faced a dilemma. He had claimed he was going to Tsinghua University. Returning home now would contradict his statement. He needed to occupy himself until afternoon. An idea struck him. He had friends at both universities near Houmen. Why not visit them? By afternoon, he could return and concoct some story. Tao Bohe would never guess. His mind made up, he took a streetcar to Houmen.
No sooner had Fan Jiashu stepped off the streetcar than he heard a soft voice behind him, "Mr. Fan." He turned quickly. It was Xiugu, the daughter of Guan Shoufeng. She wore an old, faded blue cotton gown. Her hair was disheveled, her face sallow, and she had grown much thinner, losing her former plump delicacy. Her spirit seemed diminished, her manner timid, unlike her previous natural poise. Her eyes were red, as if from crying. The sight startled him. "So it's Miss Guan!" he exclaimed. "I haven't seen you so long. Your father moved without notifying me. I've inquired but could never find out." "Yes," said Xiugu. "We moved in a hurry. We didn't tell you. He's ill now, very seriously. We've had doctors, but he shows no improvement." As she spoke, her brows knitted into a tight line. "Do you have time, Miss?" asked Fan Jiashu. "If free, please take me to your home. I'd like to see him." "I was just buying things," said Xiugu. "I have time! Let me hire a rickshaw!" "Is it far?" Fan Jiashu asked. "Not far," replied Xiugu. "Just past the next alley." "If not far, let's walk," said Fan Jiashu. "Please lead." Xiugu forced a faint smile and walked ahead.
Fan Jiashu saw her walking with head bowed, step by step. After a few paces, she glanced back. "The alley is quite filthy," she said. "We should have hired a rickshaw." "It's alright," Fan Jiashu replied. "I usually don't care for riding." Xiugu continued slowly. Suddenly looking up, she realized they had overshot her own home by a good stretch. She stopped and laughed awkwardly. "Oh dear! I walked right past my door." Fan Jiashu said nothing, but Xiugu’s face flushed crimson. She turned, led Fan Jiashu back, and stopped before black wooden doors. Pushing the slightly ajar gate open, she went inside.
It was a pseudo-courtyard house, with buildings only north and south. Though old, they were clean. Passing the gatehouse and turning towards a southern room's window, they heard faint groans within. "Father! Mr. Fan is here," called Xiugu. From the bed, her father Guan Shoufeng’s weak voice asked, "Which Mr. Fan?" "Uncle Guan! It's me," said Fan Jiashu. "I've come to see how you are." "Aiya! Too kind," Shoufeng replied, voice faint, followed by more groans. Fan Jiashu followed Xiugu into the outer room. "Mr. Fan," she said, "please wait here. Let me tidy inside. It's messy with a sick person." Fearing there might be something private, Fan Jiashu did not press. From inside came sounds of furniture moving. After a short while, Xiugu emerged, one hand smoothing her hair, the other holding the door frame. She smiled. "Mr. Fan, please come in."
Fan Jiashu entered. Against the wall on the bed lay Guan Shoufeng, head tilted, a quilt folded beneath him. He wore an old blue lined jacket. His arms, exposed, were as thin as dry sticks. Approaching, Fan Jiashu saw his face. The cheeks had vanished, cheekbones protruding sharply. Eye sockets were sunken. He was barely recognizable. Seeing Fan Jiashu, he gave a slight nod. Haltingly, he said, "Mr. Fan... you... are a true friend! I am dying. What friend would come?" The sight filled Fan Jiashu with pity. Xiugu moved a chair for him. Fan Jiashu glanced around. Furnishings were sparser, but clean. Several sticks of incense, just lit, stuck in a table crack, likely by Xiugu. On the table lay a silver dollar and copper notes. Beneath them, a pawn ticket. Fan Jiashu realized Xiugu had said "buying things" but carried nothing. She must have been to the pawnshop. No wonder the room seemed bare. "How long has he been ill?" he asked Xiugu. "Right after we moved," she replied. "Each day worse. We've seen doctors, none helped. We have no reliable kin. I handle everything. I know nothing. Just desperately worried." As she spoke, she crossed her arms, letting them hang before her chest. Leaning against the table, her chest rose and fell. She opened her mouth in a soundless sigh.
Witnessing their plight, Fan Jiashu felt immense compassion. They had neither money nor help. After a moment's thought, he turned to Shoufeng. "Uncle Guan, would you trust a Western doctor?" Xiugu interjected, "As long as he cures, we don't mind. But..." She trailed off, looking hesitant. "Don't worry about money," Fan Jiashu said firmly. "I can manage. His condition is grave. Without hospital, recovery is hard. I have a friend at a hospital. If I say you're my friend, they can offer preferential rates. It won't cost much. If Uncle is willing, I'll call a motorcar now."
Guan Shoufeng lay on his pillow, head tilted, staring at Fan Jiashu in stunned silence. Xiugu stole a glance; he seemed willing. She smiled. "Mr. Fan, such kindness. We thank you. But in hospital, can family stay?" Hearing this, Fan Jiashu fell silent briefly, then shook his head. "It's alright. A second-class room, family can be together. His condition cannot wait. I have business home. Please, Miss, gather things. I'll be back in two hours." He took two five-dollar bills and placed them on the table. "Uncle has been ill long, there must be small debts. Please use this. I must go, but will return. Don't worry." He nodded towards the bed and left swiftly. Xiugu had no time for thanks before he was far away. She followed to the gate, watching until he vanished, her gaze fixed.
A long while later, hearing groans, Xiugu turned back. Entering, she saw her father gazing at the banknotes with a faint smile. "Xiugu... Heaven... never seals all roads..." He spoke between groans. The smile faded, while two glistening tears slid from his eyes onto the pillow. Xiugu felt a complex mix of emotions—sour, sweet, bitter, spicy—indescribable. She smiled faintly. "Rare to find someone as good as Mr. Fan. You'll surely get better. Otherwise, what a coincidence? Just when we'd pawned everything, we meet him." Hearing this, Guan Shoufeng felt a weight lift.
A patient's recovery depends greatly on mind. That morning, Shoufeng felt ill, saw no way for hospital fees, was anxious, worsening his condition. Now, Fan Jiashu promised a hospital and left money for expenses. This brought sudden comfort. Furthermore, he valued righteousness. Such generosity resonated, invigorating his spirit. So, after Fan Jiashu left, he had Xiugu fold a quilt to prop behind him. Leaning, he sat up halfway and watched her pack and sort things, feeling profoundly comforted.
"If you're slightly better, lie down and rest," said Xiugu. "Don't sit up too long." Shoufeng nodded but said nothing, watching. After a long silence, he asked, "How did Mr. Fan know I was ill? Did you run into him, or did he hear and come?" Xiugu thought quickly. If accidental, his kindness loses credit; his chivalry diminishes. While she was grateful, she didn't know her father's depth. Why not make it definite, so he never forgets? Seizing the chance while packing, she lowered her head. "He heard you were ill and came specifically. How could it be coincidence on the street?" Hearing this, Shoufeng nodded again.
Just as Xiugu finished packing, an automobile horn blared twice outside. Shortly, Fan Jiashu walked in. "Things ready? I've secured a hospital room. You can go too, Miss." "Mr. Fan, you even went to the hospital? You've been so busy. We feel terribly indebted." As she spoke, her face flushed. "Miss, you are too polite," Fan Jiashu said. "Uncle may need more help later. If you feel awkward over small matters, it will be inconvenient later." Xiugu looked and smiled, lips moving slightly, no sound. Shoufeng observed without interrupting. Fan Jiashu suddenly exclaimed, "Ah! Now I remember. How will Uncle get into the car? Miss, ask neighbors to help?" Xiugu smiled. "That won't be necessary. I can manage." Seeing her claim, Fan Jiashu did not press.
Xiugu finished, took a quilt to the car, then helped Shoufeng dress. Spreading her arms, she lifted him effortlessly, cradling him sideways. Without a change, she carried him calmly to the automobile. Fan Jiashu had not expected this delicate girl such strength. Shoufeng was not only ill but tall, not easy to lift. Clearly, Xiugu’s strength was not small. He noted this but said nothing.
The front seat of the car was given to Shoufeng to lie down, so Fan Jiashu and Xiugu each took a rear-facing seat. As the car jerked forward abruptly, Fan Jiashu, caught off guard, lurched forward and almost fell onto Shoufeng. Quick-handed, Xiugu stretched out her arm and blocked him. Realizing his carelessness, Fan Jiashu smiled sheepishly. Not knowing why she had done so, Xiugu also smiled. As she withdrew her arm, he noticed that it was round, smooth, and fair—what modern people would call muscular beauty. This was a trait characteristic of beauties from the northern regions, something girls from the south of the Yangtze could scarcely imagine. Thinking this, he couldn't help but glance at her arms folded across her chest. Suddenly, Shoufeng groaned. Lifting his gaze to the patient's haggard face, he instantly dismissed the fleeting thought. Soon, they arrived at the hospital entrance. Orderlies carried the patient into the ward. Xiugu followed Fan Jiashu inside. It was a second-class ward, spacious and clean, naturally much more comfortable than home. Fan Jiashu stayed until everything was settled. The doctor came, said the illness was treatable, and then he offered a few words of comfort before leaving.
Xiugu inquired; the room cost five dollars a day, medicine extra. The hospital was foreign-run. Fan Jiashu didn't know anyone, yet had paid an advance of one hundred dollars. She wondered. He was a student, unlikely spare money. Why so generous? Her father was old, he young. Little likelihood of friendship. Why so good? Her father slept peacefully. Sitting on a low couch, she sank into thought. She thought until her face grew hot. Then chided herself: Father just moved, illness uncertain. How could her mind wander to irrelevant matters! She set aside this cloud.
From then, Fan Jiashu visited every other day. After a week, Shoufeng showed marked improvement. But his illness was severe. Even out of danger, he needed convalescence. The doctor said another two or three weeks. Xiugu was troubled. If they stayed, where the money? If left, efforts wasted? Just then, an orderly brought a receipt: fees paid by Mr. Fan, for Miss Guan. Xiugu took it. Another fifty dollars. Why give her this? Clearly, to reassure her. This man's actions, start to finish, were considerate. Her father could recuperate at ease. Her mind at rest, she left more often to check home. Previously burdened, she had fretted over the patient. Now at ease, she brought drum-story booklets from home to read.
One afternoon, Fan Jiashu came again. Shoufeng happened asleep. Xiugu sat sideways on a chair, engrossed in a small booklet. Looking up, she hurriedly tried to stuff it under her father's pillow. But Fan Jiashu saw the title: "The Maiden Liu Xiang." "Uncle sleeps soundly. Let's not disturb," Fan Jiashu said, waving gently. Xiugu smiled, bent slightly, gesturing him to sit. "Do you know many characters, Miss?" Fan Jiashu asked. "Not many," Xiugu replied. "Father taught me a couple books. I read tabloids, half by reading, half guessing." "The book you read isn't very interesting," said Fan Jiashu. "You probably like martial tales. I'll bring a good one tomorrow." "I thank you in advance," Xiugu said. "Hardly worth thanks. A small thing." "I often hear father say, 'Great kindness deserves great thanks,'" said Xiugu. "You've helped so immensely. I truly don't know how to repay." As she spoke, she seemed extremely embarrassed. One hand on the chair back, the other fiddled with hair by her ear. Seeing her awkwardness, Fan Jiashu was at a loss. He walked to the table, picked up a medicine bottle, held it to the light—half gone. "Half drunk. How many doses?" In fact, the label stated: three times daily, two measures. No need to ask. After asking, he turned to the sleeping Guan Shoufeng, whose steady breathing continued. "Uncle sleeps. I won't disturb. Goodbye." As he said "goodbye," a slight smile touched his face. Xiugu found it strange. 'Goodbye' was just 'goodbye.' Why the extra smile? She thought perhaps his visits contained unspoken intentions. She mused: This man's efforts were painstaking. Even unexpressed, she knew.
Just as Xiugu entertained these thoughts, the next day Fan Jiashu came, bringing "The Gallant Maid." At first, receiving it, Xiugu felt no profound implications. But after three days, reading to where Young Master An was to marry the Thirteenth Sister, her mind clouded with doubt. Could he have a 'Zhang Jinfeng' at home, deliberately showing me this? His actions always indirect, leaving one to guess. This move, she guessed not far off. But this posed a great difficulty. This was not Young Master An's era. How could she become a Thirteenth Sister? With this thought, her brows furrowed, worry took hold.
Lying in bed, Guan Shoufeng saw his daughter's face alternate red and pale. "Child, you seem troubled. What?" "Nothing!" Xiugu replied with a forced smile. "You've nursed me; you seem worn. Go home a couple days to rest," Shoufeng said. Xiugu laughed softly. "Ah! How guess my mind?" "What thoughts? I'm idle. Let me guess," Shoufeng asked. "Guess what?" said Xiugu, still smiling. "I was worrying over something in the book." "Oh, silly child!" sighed Shoufeng. "'Shedding tears over a storyteller's tale, worrying for ancients.' Our affairs need others to worry. How have time for people in books?" "Isn't it rare Mr. Fan helped so? How ever thank him?" said Xiugu. "Days ahead are long," Shoufeng replied. "We'll find a way to repay. No need to keep talking. Always talking but unable sounds rather pathetic!" Hearing this, Xiugu fell silent. That afternoon, when Fan Jiashu came, remembering "pathetic," she refrained from saying much.
Seeing Guan Shoufeng better, daily visits unnecessary, Fan Jiashu did not go for three days. Xiugu grew suspicious. Perhaps annoyed by my coldness? He treated us kindly, we responded coolly. Certainly wrong. No wonder reluctant to come. After three days, when Fan Jiashu visited, she resumed her attitude. She said, "The novel you sent is interesting. If others like it, lend me more." "Interesting?" said Fan Jiashu. "Finding novels is easy. I could get several chests. But what kind?" Xiugu thought, then smiled. "Someone like He Yufeng." "Of course," said Fan Jiashu. "Young ladies like reading about young ladies. I'll bring one tomorrow. After, you'll say better than 'The Maiden Liu Xiang.' No impoverished scholar becoming top graduate." Xiugu laughed. "I don't need impoverished scholars. Anything interesting."
As a visitor, Fan Jiashu hadn't many novels. The only one was "Dream of the Red Chamber." Since Xiugu only said borrow, not specifying, he lent her that. Returning, he dug out his copy. Next day, delivered personally. Xiugu had never read such a long novel. After "The Gallant Maid," she felt it better than small booklets like "The Maiden Liu Xiang" or "Meng Jiangnü." So, taking "Dream," she began without thought. First chapters seemed lively. But after two volumes, she thought, 'Thank goodness Father hasn't asked.' Consequently, she carried the volume reading, sitting far from him. The rest wrapped in newspaper in her bundle. On the table, she kept "The Gallant Maid." On top, a copy of "The Tract of the Most Exalted on Action and Response" her father encouraged. Although Guan Shoufeng was literate, he lacked patience for reading. He assumed Xiugu read to pass time. Since he didn't want to read, he never inquired.
After two days, Xiugu couldn't bear to put it down. Third day, Fan Jiashu came again. Asked how she liked it, what part reached. Before answering, Xiugu blushed crimson. She turned her back to the bed, mumbling evasively. "I haven't read many volumes." Then laughed awkwardly. "Not many volumes, just a few chapters." Seeing her contradiction, Fan Jiashu smiled knowingly. As Shoufeng looked at him, he turned to converse, paying no further attention to Xiugu’s fluster. Hospitals weren't for long visits; he had business. After chatting, he left.
Seeing Fan Jiashu in such a hurry, Xiugu thought he must be embarrassed. If embarrassed, why give such a book? When he asked, he seemed evasive. Could he have left a note? This guess felt right. Waiting until her father slept, she opened her bundle. Took unread volumes, shook, flipped pages. Last volume, a half-sheet red-lined notepaper. Her heart leaped. Picking it up: "Ninth day, ninth month. Reading 'Dream' to this point, cannot bear to read on." Pondering, she realized unrelated, sighed relief, repacked. However, interest in "Dream" grew stronger. That night, father asleep, she lay, light on, turning pages. Later, eyelids heavy. Stretching, yawned. Just then, clock outside struck three. 'Oh no! So late? How get up tomorrow?' Not daring more, turned off light.
Xiugu closed eyes. Having been awake, now wanting sleep, mind was clear. The pendulum ticked clearly. Simultaneously, "Dream" scenes seemed to unfold before her like a play. From "Dream," thoughts turned to Fan Jiashu. She felt this man acted on feelings, never speaking aloud. Yet unspoken, she guessed correctly. Her father liked him. Considering family, learning, temperament, looks, one couldn't fault. If such a man not taken, where find another, even with a lantern? He was modern. He would surely take me to the park. Then, I'd have to be accommodating. But if met acquaintances, acknowledge or not? If asked, how answer?…
Thinking, somehow she found herself in a park. Fan Jiashu reached an arm, took hers, step by step. Pairs strolled. Some glanced. But her heart swelled with pride. Who would have thought I, Guan Xiugu, such a day? Just feeling proud, someone bellowed, "Shameless girl! How dare come to park with a man?" Looking up, her father. Mortified, she cried. Shoufeng shouted at Fan Jiashu, "Beast in human guise! I thought you befriended me kindly. So deceive my daughter! I'll sue!" As he spoke, grabbed Fan Jiashu’s collar. Xiugu, frantic, tugged, "Don't! Don't!" Cold sweat. This panic and weeping woke her. Opening eyes, sunlight through the ward window. All a dream. Touching forehead, damp with perspiration.
Xiugu collected herself, dressed, washed. By then, Shoufeng awoke. Seeing her, he said, "Child, I dreamed last night." Xiugu started, afraid to speak, lowered head. Shoufeng continued, "I dreamed recovered, but with your mother. Don't know if auspicious or ominous." Xiugu forced a laugh. "So superstitious! What's a random dream? If dreams predicted fortune, dreamers every night would have too much!" Shoufeng smiled. "You've become modern." Xiugu dared not pursue. Just then, a nurse entered, providing diversion. But all day, she couldn't shake the strange dream. She thought, you never can tell. Maybe such a day would come. If it did, would her father oppose as in the dream? That would be absurd.
Every day, Xiugu found reading enjoyable. But today different. Holding a book, read a few pages, unconsciously put down, lost in thought. The nurse saw her right hand holding the rolled book, left propping cheek on chair arm, eyes fixed motionless on a whitewashed wall. At first unconcerned, after ten minutes seeing gaze never shift, walked quietly behind, crouched, gently pulled the book. Flipping, saw "Dream." Biting lip secretly, nodded understanding.
This nurse was about twenty, fair. Slightly nearsighted, wore glasses, adding charm. Hair cut short fringe, dark, glossy. Against white uniform, contrast striking. Because caused trouble since becoming nurse, head nurse assigned her specifically to elderly or women. Shoufeng's ward under her care. Spending all day, she and Xiugu became friendly. She often asked teasingly, "Who is Fan Jiashu?" Xiugu would say father's friend, but nurse smiled disbelievingly. Now, seeing "Dream," she suddenly understood. Unable to restrain, tapped Xiugu on the shoulder, giggled. "I get it! He's your Jia Baoyu, isn't he?" This outburst startled both Xiugu and Shoufeng. Before Xiugu could speak, Shoufeng asked, "Whose Baoyu?" Nurse realized her slip. She and Xiugu acutely embarrassed. But Shoufeng persisted, demanding explanation. How answer? Next chapter.
Now, when the nurse said, "That's your Jia Baoyu, isn't it?" she startled Guan Shoufeng, who demanded whose Baoyu. Just as Xiugu panicked, the nurse calmly smiled. "I found a fake gem, gave her to play. She lost it. Just now, saw broken porcelain under table, thought fake gem." Shoufeng laughed. "So that's it. Talking urgently gave me a fright." Seeing father wasn't paying attention, Xiugu calmed. Standing, pretended to tidy, put book down. After, didn't dare read novels in his presence.
From that day, Shoufeng's health gradually improved. Fan Jiashu’s visits became less frequent. Shoufeng thought, this illness cost the young man much. How impose further? He informed doctor decided leave end of week. Doctor initially suggested stay longer. Shoufeng explained all expenses paid by friend, couldn't trouble further. Doctor agreed reasonable. Coincidentally, Fan Jiashu did not come several days. Final day, Xiugu settled accounts, received small change. Hired a horse-drawn carriage, father and daughter returned home. By time Fan Jiashu next came, the Guans had been discharged two days.
Now, the day Fan Jiashu went, he met the nearsighted nurse. She smiled first. "Mr. Fan! How come not here two days?" Her abrupt question made him wonder if the Guans upset. Actually, not lack courtesy; Shoufeng truly better, perfunctory visits unnecessary. As he pondered, nurse smiled again. "That Miss Guan surely understands. Still, you ought visit their home." Although Fan Jiashu felt mistaken, inconsequential, didn't correct.
Leaving, Fan Jiashu saw early. Decided go to Guan home near Houmen. Xiugu outside gate buying vegetables. Looking up, stepped back, smiling. "Mr. Fan! So sorry. We left without notifying." "Uncle too polite," said Fan Jiashu. "Since I arranged admission, what few more days? I've been busy, not visiting. Felt remiss. Came specifically apologize." Hearing, Xiugu blushed, lowered head smiling. "No, no, misunderstood. We felt awkward. As long recuperate home, no need hospital. Please, come inside." She led. Hearing Fan Jiashu’s voice, Guan Shoufeng called, "Aiya! Mr. Fan? Too much honor."
Fan Jiashu entered. Shoufeng sat propped against quilts, much healthier. "Uncle, really better," Fan Jiashu smiled. "How appetite?" Shoufeng nodded. "Slowly returning. Rare find a brother saved my life. When fully recovered, must..." Fan Jiashu laughed. "Uncle! We agreed not talk repaying. Why bring up?" "Mr. Fan," said Xiugu, "understand my father. He says what's on mind. If not let say, bother more." "In that case," said Fan Jiashu, "Uncle, say whatever. Not good recovering patient keep bottled. Better let speak."
Shoufeng concentrated, stroking long-untrimmed beard, faint smile. "I have things to say. But not now. Wait until back on feet." Hearing cryptic words, Xiugu found strange. Moreover, since falling ill, first time father smiled. Must be extraordinary meaning. Realizing, flush of shame. Too embarrassed remain, went out. Fan Jiashu also felt words awkward. And now Xiugu had avoided him, making implication obvious. Chatted a while, offered comfort, took leave. Xiugu stood courtyard. Using excuse closing gate, saw him out. Not daring overly courteous, Fan Jiashu merely nodded, walked away.
Returning, Fan Jiashu pondered Shoufeng's words. No wonder cousin said I fancied his daughter; even man himself thought so. As for Xiugu, different. From first meeting, she seemed feelings. And now, helping father, misunderstanding inevitable. Fortunately, Shoufeng fully recovered. Wouldn't matter not visit. From now, keep distance. Otherwise, good intentions misconstrued. On other hand, Xiugu’s expression showed deep affection. Little she knew my circumstances! Thinking, unconsciously took Feng Xi's photograph, held it. Looking at her smiling, coquettish expression, felt her charming manner incomparable to Xiugu’s plain demeanor. Once school, modern refinement, even better. If nurture like this, recognizing hero before time. Later, knowledge, naturally more grateful. These thoughts filled self-satisfaction. Couldn't sit still. Mirror, smoothed hair, took rickshaw to Shuiche Hutong.
By now, Feng Xi’s home tidy. Feng Xi wore slim-fitting gown, white background blue check. Leaning doorframe, gazed absentmindedly at clouds. Looking down, saw Fan Jiashu, smiled. "Weren't you waiting until I moved?" "Nothing home," Fan Jiashu smiled. "Thought invite you out." "Mother and uncle gone new place clean," said Feng Xi. "I mind house. You've put up discomfort here more than once. Luckily move tomorrow, only today. Chat here. Don't drag to park." Fan Jiashu grinned. "No one home, dare keep me?" Feng Xi spat playfully, pulled handkerchief, flicked at him. "I'm serious," said Fan Jiashu. "What think?" "You're not robber," Feng Xi retorted. "Besides, alone, nothing steal. Broad daylight, what harm sitting?" Fan Jiashu laughed. "You say alone, but robbers specialize stealing people. As street performer, haven't you sung kidnapping the bandit chief's bride?" Feng Xi twisted. "Not talking." With that, jumped inner room. Fan Jiashu called, "Really afraid? Why run?" Saying, followed inside.
Old broken table replaced new. Today, covered white cloth. Old kang quilts discarded, new bedding covered white sheet. "What's for?" asked Fan Jiashu. "Move tomorrow. Why bother making pristine today?" Feng Xi smiled. "Whenever here, always say unhygienic. Washed, scrubbed, changed, still not pleased. Yesterday told mother hospitals hygienic, everything white. She believed, rushed buy white cloth cover everything. New place, I wanted red beds, furniture. Believing you, exchanged white paint." Fan Jiashu chuckled. "That's rather 'scratching an itch through a boot,' but shows effort." Feng Xi stepped forward, grabbed sleeve. "Hmph! That won't do. Using fancy words mock." She pouted, swayed. Fan Jiashu laughed. "Not mocking. Saying family listens well." "Naturally!" said Feng Xi. "Whole family depends. How not listen? But receiving so much, thinking over, troubled. You said late father high official, family runs bank Tianjin. Standing lofty. How someone like me, street performer, ever am I worthy?" As spoke, sat by chair, lowered head, played with braid end. Fan Jiashu smiled. "Don't quite understand. What exactly saying?" Feng Xi shot glance, looked down. "Don't play dumb. Picked cleverest. How not understand?" Fan Jiashu laughed. "I understand. But father passed long ago. What high official matter? Uncle merely manager bank Tianjin—employee, not wealthy. Even if rich, uncle and nephew. Who controls whom? Reason want you study increase knowledge, also elevate standing. Only, educated, status raised, don't forget me." Feng Xi smiled. "Honestly, family treats you deity. See how fawn, afraid slightest displeased. As for me, more so. Whole life depends. How ever forget! Even if status not elevated, or is, all thanks you. Hearts flesh. Now avoid public exposure, like ascending to heaven in one step. Such benefactor—where find, even with lantern? Think I truly fool, don't understand?"
Feng Xi’s words sincere. Seeing her lower head, stare at crossed feet, Fan Jiashu stepped closer. Stroking hair, smiled. "Truly heartfelt, I believe. As long remain like this, spending money nothing. That two hundred dollars—how much left?" Feng Xi looked, smiled. "Your uncle runs bank. Know money goes far. Buying clothes, things, moving house—how much think left?" "Thought insufficient," said Fan Jiashu. "Get more bank tomorrow." Noticing upturned face, fragrant powder, caressed cheek. Feng Xi smiled, gestured lips towards doorway. Fan Jiashu looked back. New door curtain rolled high. Couldn't help laugh too.
After while, Feng Xi’s uncle returned. He played three-stringed lute at Altar of Agriculture. Original name Shen Shangde, but alley called "Triple-String Shen." Four syllables cumbersome, shortened "Shen Sanxian." Over time, changed "Triple-Short Shen," implying three daily necessities—food, drink, opium—always short. However, past half month, with Fan Jiashu, this patron providing relief, Triple-Short Shen became "Triple-Pleasure Shen." Today, tidying new place, tired, asked sister-in-law Auntie Shen money opium. Auntie Shen said gave dollar yesterday, couldn't more. So ran back, hoping consult niece. Reaching outer room, saw inner curtain lowered,不便进去. Coughed twice outside. "Uncle, back?" called Feng Xi. "How tidying? Mr. Fan here." From behind, Triple-Short Shen called "Mr. Fan," did not enter.
Feng Xi lifted curtain. Triple-Short Shen smiled awkwardly. "Girl, my opium run out again. Help me?" Fan Jiashu said, "Think quit opium. These days, food problem. How afford another habit?" Triple-Short Shen nodded, said softly, "Right. Long intended quit." Fan Jiashu laughed. "All smokers say that. Mention quitting, say meaning ages. Say thousand times, turn back, smoke same." Seeing Fan Jiashu’s displeasure and Feng Xi sitting kang edge, leg over leg, arms crossed hugging knees, cheeks puffed tight, Triple-Short Shen knew asking money out. Made idle conversation courtyard, left.
Fan Jiashu looked Feng Xi, whispered smiling, "Annoying. Of all times, come just then." Feng Xi also smiled. "Don't talk nonsense. If hears, know think doing!" "From look, probably wanted money," said Fan Jiashu. "You just..." "Ignore him," interrupted Feng Xi. "What mother I ever wrong him? Limited abilities, addicted opium drink, destitute long ago. Now claims knowing you all his credit, gets airs. Lately, dollar day not enough. Days ahead long. How let have way?" Fan Jiashu smiled. "Thought clever before. Now see understand principles. Manage household well future." Feng Xi shot glance. "Starting sound improper again." Fan Jiashu smiled, tilting head, before reply, Feng Xi exclaimed, "Oh!" Pulled handkerchief, stepped forward, pressed arm. "Lower head bit."
Just about lower, Feng Xi’s mother, Auntie Shen, stepped in. Feng Xi shrank back. Fan Jiashu also somewhat embarrassed. Auntie Shen said, "Place over there tidied. Move tomorrow. Mr. Fan, come tomorrow, proper place sit. But again, moving chaotic. Day after better. Maybe come early day after. Surely like then." Fan Jiashu smiled, felt uncomfortable, speechless. Sitting while, said, "Must pack. Won't disturb." Putting hat, stood leave.
Seeing about leave, Feng Xi anxious, repeatedly beckoned. "Don't rush! At least wipe face before go. Look, look! Oh dear, look!" Fan Jiashu laughed. "Why wipe face no reason home?" Saying, already outer room. Feng Xi pushed mother several times. "Mom! Tell wipe face before leaving." Auntie Shen also laughed. "Silly girl, making fun Mr. Fan. Ought slap! Mr. Fan, please go. Don't mind." Thinking Feng Xi simply happy, Fan Jiashu paid no heed, went home.
Dinnertime, Fan Jiashu sat head, Tao Bohe and wife either side. Mrs. Tao, while eating, suddenly giggled, turning head, spraying rice grains carpet. "What funny suddenly?" asked Tao Bohe. "Come over, tell you," said Mrs. Tao. "Can't tell here? Why must come?" "Reason," insisted Mrs. Tao. "If tricking, punish any way later."
Hearing wife's promise, Tao Bohe put down bowl chopsticks, walked over. Mrs. Tao gestured lips towards Fan Jiashu’s face. "Look, what's that?" Tao Bohe looked. On Fan Jiashu’s left cheek six red marks. Each pair crescent prints, one above, made three pairs. Tao Bohe smiled wife. "So that's it." Noticing couple staring face, Fan Jiashu touched. Feeling nothing, smiled. "Don't speak riddles. What face? Tell honestly." Mrs. Tao grinned. "Shall tell honestly, or you tell? Frankly speaking, feel rather awkward." Went room, brought mirror, handed Fan Jiashu. "Look yourself. How know what face?" Fan Jiashu took mirror, looked. Couldn't help blush crimson, ears. "What marks?" pressed Mrs. Tao. "Tell, tell." After moment's hesitation, Fan Jiashu had plan. Smiled. "Oh, nothing. Just red ink splatters. What strange? Probably got face while writing." Tao Bohe said, "Ink bottle stain hands most. How get face?" "If stain hands, naturally transfer hands face," Fan Jiashu reasoned. "Makes sense," said Tao Bohe. "But wonder, red ink still hands?" This reminded Fan Jiashu. Laughed. "Unfortunately, red marks hands already wiped. Only face remain." Hearing, Tao Bohe burst laughing. About say something, Mrs. Tao, sitting opposite, shook head repeatedly. Understanding wife's meaning, Tao Bohe didn't continue.
Immediately, Fan Jiashu put down bowl, hurried room. Mirror, saw vivid red marks. Rubbing finger, stubborn, wouldn't come. Liu Fu brought washing water. Covering face one hand, Fan Jiashu searched soap. "What looking, young master?" asked Liu Fu. "Skin broken? Need plaster?" Fan Jiashu smiled wryly. "Yes, may go. Two people, mind whirl, harder find." Liu Fu set water, left. Fan Jiashu found soap, washed face mirror, scrubbing marks. Mrs. Tao’s trusted maid, Nanny Wang, entered holding porcelain teacup. Smiled. "Young master, mistress sent cup vinegar. Said if rouge sticks skin, won't wash, rubbing vinegar remove." Fan Jiashu speechless long moment. Nanny Wang, twenties, hair slickly combed, round face powdered. Working main household, usually shy men. Now, mistress's orders bringing, felt very awkward. Fan Jiashu, too embarrassed say, said nothing. She turned left. After effort, finally removed rouge, felt too ashamed go out again. Already late, went bed. Breakfast next day, still felt awkward. Fortunately, Tao Bohe and wife made no mention, though Mrs. Tao wore faint, knowing smile.
After meal, Fan Jiashu imagined Feng Xi’s family moving. Wanted go see but feared cousin's suspicions. Picked book, tried read room. Preoccupied, couldn't concentrate. Sat desk, wrote letters. By afternoon, thought new place arranged. Now best time visit, correct improper. But considering cousin wife's watchfulness, going out invite suspicion return. Feeling shy, unable compose, decided against. Wrestled self-imposed dilemma. Dusk approached, slanting ray sunlight corner house shone eastern whitewashed wall. Upper half wisteria trellis lightly gilded, lower half shadowy. Potted plants ground, freshly watered, appeared particularly lovely and serene, emitting a delicate, fresh fragrance. Fan Jiashu paced veranda between vermilion pillars. Liu Fu came outside. "Young master, why not out today?" Fan Jiashu smiled, nodded no reply. Immediately thought: Right, go out every day. Not going today, after last night's discovery, even more suspicious. Might as well out usual, with an air of nonchalance, making them detect nothing amiss. So changed clothes, put hat, headed Feng Xi’s new place.
This house Fan Jiashu chosen—small, standalone courtyard. North building two bright rooms, one dark. One Auntie Shen’s bedroom, one Feng Xi’s, central room Feng Xi’s study. Two side rooms housed Triple-Short Shen and kitchen—not crowded. Courtyard two locust trees tall eaves, covered tender new leaves, casting green shadows below. Few branches bore newly bloomed white flowers, emitting fragrance. Outside alley main street, not far Women's Vocational School. Feng Xi already enrolled. Arriving, Fan Jiashu saw stretch white wall, cluster green leaves. Two vermilion lacquered doors shut within white wall, charming picture. Knocking, heard pattering footsteps. Door opened, Feng Xi standing smiling. "Didn't know I'd come today?" Fan Jiashu asked. "When knocked, knew you," said Feng Xi. "That's why opened. Yesterday told wipe face before leaving. Why not listen?" Fan Jiashu laughed. "Not blaming you, you blame me? Why so much rouge lips?" Before finished, Feng Xi turned, hurried inside. Fan Jiashu followed.
Auntie Shen came north room, smiling. "What amusing? Laughing before came in." "Moved house. Should congratulate. Why not happy?" said Fan Jiashu. Entering north room, found indeed completely transformed. Without hesitation, Auntie Shen lifted right-hand curtain high, signaling enter. Without thinking, went in. Room freshly papered, dazzling white. Just Feng Xi said, furniture white lacquer. Above faux iron bed, painted white. Bedding white cloth, covered small red woolen blanket. "Since everything white," Fan Jiashu smiled, "why blanket red?" Auntie Shen smiled. "Young people love bit red green. Another meaning too. Clever person shouldn't need telling." "Too dull," said Fan Jiashu. "Unless tell, won't understand. What other meaning?" Just Auntie Shen about speak, Feng Xi rushed outer room, calling, "Mom! Don't say." Seeing enter, Auntie Shen dropped curtain, left. "See how clean?" Feng Xi asked. "Very comfortable now," said Fan Jiashu. "Own room, own bed—worlds apart before. How thank me?" Feng Xi lowered head, straightening bedsheet, smiled. "Little wooden bed not so special. When give big brass bed later, then thank properly." "Easy enough," said Fan Jiashu. "But don't understand 'special.' How brass bed more special?" "Isn't obvious?" said Feng Xi. "Just more comfortable. Don't say more. If do, get annoyed." Glanced Fan Jiashu, pursed lips smile.
Fan Jiashu looked walls. "Papering clean, but bare walls not good. Let find things decorate." "Only want one thing," said Feng Xi. "You arrange rest." "What one thing? How much cost?" Fan Jiashu asked. "Deserve slap that!" Feng Xi exclaimed. "Think only ask things cost money?" Fan Jiashu laughed. "Misunderstood. Thought wanted expensive antique painting, not asking money." "Antiques paintings can't compare!" said Feng Xi. "Something only you have. Wonder willing bestow?" "Something only I have? What?" mused Fan Jiashu. "Let think." Crossed arms, tilting head thought. Feng Xi laughed. "Don't guess wildly. Tell. Seen friends' rooms enlarged photographs. Like large photograph you hang here. Alright?" Fan Jiashu hadn't expected her earnest request this. Laughed. "Didn't know meant. So photograph. Of course." Feng Xi smiled. "Living Shuiche Hutong, didn't dare ask. Dirty room, hanging photo—even feel uneasy. Moving here, cleaner. Half considered your home..." Here Feng Xi shrugged, stuck tongue. "Oops, said wrong." Outside, Auntie Shen chimed, "Why wrong? Every single thing, inside out, paid Mr. Fan. Can't say half share? Best all his, child. Afraid not that much good fortune." Ended hearty laugh. Fan Jiashu didn't know respond. Feng Xi tugged lapel, winking grimacing. Fan Jiashu smiled joyfully, feeling inexpressible delight.
From that day, Shen family treated Fan Jiashu almost own, allowing come go freely. Fan Jiashu agreed Auntie Shen conditions: Feng Xi study not perform, Fan Jiashu pay tuition provide fifty dollars monthly household. Triple-Short Shen eat drink home; if out perform, his business, but not bring disreputable friends. Auntie Shen added, "He's lazy nature. Food, drink, roof, why go Heavenly Bridge earn thirty fifty coppers?" Fan Jiashu thought reasonable, mind ease.
Few days later, Feng Xi had student-style dresses made. Fan Jiashu personally took Women's Vocational School supplementary class, giving new school name: "Feng Xi." School half-day studies, half-day needlework, women missed schooling sought employment. So Feng Xi, older, not unusual. Already knew characters, could manage lessons. But few days, clamored Fan Jiashu buy things: first, wristwatch; second, high-heeled shoes; third, white silk scarf. Classmates had; couldn't without. Fan Jiashu, thinking starting school not wanting lose face or interest, bought. Two days later, Feng Xi asked two more: fountain pen, tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses. Fan Jiashu laughed. "Haven't learned English letters. Need fountain pen? That aside, neither nearsighted farsighted. Why glasses?" "Fountain pen writes Chinese too," said Feng Xi. "Glasses plain glass. Wear even not nearsighted." Fan Jiashu smiled. "Needless say, classmates have, so must. As long study well, don't mind. Buy. What else classmates have don't? Say all, get together." Feng Xi thought, smiled. "One thing, afraid might not approve." "Approval one thing," said Fan Jiashu. "First say what." "See seven eight ten classmates wear gold rings," said Feng Xi. "Like one too."
Fan Jiashu gazed face long while, smiled. "Tell, how worn? Worn wrong, might become the butt of jokes." "What hard understand?" said Feng Xi. Extending little finger, hooked. "This finger, right? What wrong?" "What mean?" asked Fan Jiashu. "Explain." "Since ask," said Feng Xi, "tell. Means signal of remaining single." "What's that?" Fan Jiashu asked. Feng Xi lowered head, darted room. "Forget buying then! Why ask much? Asking makes people awkward." Fan Jiashu smiled Auntie Shen. "Tuition money not wasted. Few days school, Feng Xi learned tricks." Auntie Shen only said, "It's this modernizing age," giggled.
Next day Sunday. After lunch, Fan Jiashu took Feng Xi shopping. Bought fountain pen plain glasses, jewelry shop solid gold ring. Put glasses immediately, clipped fountain pen lapel, kept ring pocket, unworn. Fan Jiashu escorted home, first asked why not wearing. Feng Xi Fan Jiashu talking room; Auntie Shen routinely absent. Now Feng Xi took Fan Jiashu’s hand. "Understand everything. Can't pretend dense about this?" Handed small ring box, extended left hand. "Put on me." Fan Jiashu smiled, "Yes." Holding Feng Xi’s hand left, pinched ring two fingers right. "Which finger?" asked. Feng Xi smiled, raising ring finger, lips pursed. "This." "You're confused," said Fan Jiashu. "Yesterday said signal of remaining single. That ring finger?" "I know," said Feng Xi. "You're dense one. If little finger, why ask put on?" Fan Jiashu took ring finger, gently slid ring on. Looking, smiled. "Wearing this, you'll bear my name, understand?" Feng Xi thrust finger up, securing ring, turned ran small table window, laughing gleefully.
"Don't laugh," said Fan Jiashu. "Question. Tomorrow school, classmates see ring ask who, what say?" Feng Xi laughed. "Thought something serious, asking so properly. What big deal? Answer casually." "Alright," said Fan Jiashu. "Suppose classmate. Ask, 'Hey, Miss Shen, congratulations! Something new hand. Who he?'" "One gave ring," said Feng Xi. "How meet? Tell courtship?" "He cousin," said Feng Xi. "Cousin him. Do?" Fan Jiashu laughed. "Do. But how become cousin?" "Saying avoids much trouble!" said Feng Xi. "Have cousin?" "Do," said Feng Xi. "But much too young, hundred years minus thirty." "Why so happy today?" asked Fan Jiashu. "Happy. Aren't you?" said Feng Xi. "Honestly, been on tenterhooks all along. Now completely at ease. Why not happy?" Seeing her true feelings流露, wholly innocent, Fan Jiashu also overjoyed. Lying small wooden bed, raised feet footboard, swaying restlessly. From adjoining room, Auntie Shen asked, "Laughing since returned. What funny? Tell." Feng Xi said, "Not today. Know tomorrow." Seeing Feng Xi delighted, Auntie Shen assumed Fan Jiashu given more money. Insisted stay dinner, went nearby restaurant order dishes, let Feng Xi keep him company alone. Fan Jiashu also felt conversation flowing. After dinner, thought leaving several times sat back. Finally, hat hand, sat another thirty minutes before leaving.
Returning home past midnight, Fan Jiashu entered room, turned light. Writing desk lay small, square, floral-patterned silk handkerchief. Picking, smelled a rich, alluring fragrance—clearly woman's. Could cousin-in-law left? Examining, saw three embroidered initials corner red green thread: "H.L.N." Cousin's wife Chen Huifang; initials didn't match name. So not hers. If not, what other woman such handkerchief room? Deeply puzzled. Just then, Liu Fu brought tea. "Young master, out long today. Stranger came see." Presented small visiting card. Fan Jiashu took, suddenly realized. So handkerchief belonged female visitor no prior contact. Indeed unexpected encounter. Who woman? Next chapter.