Qiu Xiaolong - A Loyal Character Dancer

In a way, the incident was like a grinder rasping at his illusions about a career in journalism and contributed to his decision to quit. His timing could not have been better. In the early eighties, few made up their minds to let go of an iron rice bowl-a job in a state-run company. That gave him a good start, and the guanxi he had accumulated as the Wenhui reporter helped a lot, too. He made tons of money. Then he met Zhenzhen, a college student. She fell in love with him. They got married, had a daughter the following year, and his business further expanded. He had no time for poetry by the time the anthology came out. On impulse, he sent Wen a copy with his business card enclosed. There was no response. He was not surprised.

On one occasion, he asked a Fujian businessman to take to her three thousand Yuan anonymously. She would not accept the money. Engaged in one business battle after another, he had no time for sentiment. He thought he had forgotten about her.

He was astonished when, several days earlier, she suddenly walked into his office. She had changed a lot; she was hardly different from an ordinary peasant now. In his mind’s eyes, however, she remained what she had been at sixteen, the same oval face, the same infinite tenderness in her eyes, and the same slender fingers that had held up the red paper heart. It did not take him a minute to make up his mind. She had helped him at the darkest moment of his life. Now it was his turn to help her.

Liu paused to take a drink of his tea.

“So to you,” Chen said, “she has become an idea-a symbol of your lost youth. It does not matter that she is no longer young or beautiful.”

“The difference in her appearance makes it all the more touching.”

“All the more romantic, too.” Chen nodded. “What did she tell you about herself?”

“That she had to stay away from the village for a few days.”

“Did you ask her why?”

“She said that she did not want to join Feng in the United States, but she was afraid she had no choice.”

“What did that mean?” Chen inquired. “If she had no choice, why should she have come all the way to you?”

“I did not press her. She broke down a couple of times during our talk. I think it’s about her pregnancy.”

“So she never really explained.”

“She must have her reasons. Perhaps she had to think about her future, and she could not do so in the village.”

“Has she spoken to you about her plans?”

“No, she hasn’t. She does not seem in a hurry to leave.” Liu added reflectively, “Married to such a bastard as Feng, her change of mind would not be surprising to me.”

“Well-” Chen guessed that it would be probably useless to push Liu any more in that direction. She could have stayed here without having to make any explanation. “Let me tell you something she has not told you. She fled from the village because she got a phone call from Feng, saying her life was in danger from gangsters.”

“She did not tell me that. I did not ask her, and she did not have to.”

“It’s understandable that she did not tell you everything, but we know she came to you with the intention of staying for a few days-not to think, but to hide from the local triad.”

“I’m glad she thought of me in her need.” Liu lit a cigarette.

“According to our information, she was supposed to call Feng, her husband, as soon as she found a safe place. So far she has not done so. Now she won’t join him even if we guarantee her safety. So she must have made her decision.”

“She can stay as long as she likes,” Liu said. “Do you suppose she will have a good life there?”

“A lot of people think so. Look at the long line waiting for visas at the American Consulate in Shanghai. Not to mention those people like her husband who sneak out.”

“A good life with that bastard?”

“But he is still her husband, isn’t he? And if she remains here-with you, what will others think?”

“What matters is what she thinks,” Liu said. “When she came to me in need, the least I could do was to shelter her.”

“You have done a lot for her. I’ve seen her passport picture. She looks so different today. Almost like another woman.”

“Yes, she’s been resurrected. Too romantic a word, you will say.”

“No. It is the very word, except that we are not living in a romantic age.”

“Romance is not something out there, Chief Inspector Chen. It is in your mind,” Liu said, shaking his head. “I’ve told you what I know, as you have requested. What do you want to tell me?”

“Let me level with you, Liu,” Chen said, despite the knowledge that he could not. “I admire your intention to help her, so I would like to say something personal.”

“Please, go ahead.”

“You’re playing with fire.”

“What do you mean?”

“She is aware of your feelings for her, isn’t she?”

“I liked her-as early as in high school. It was such a long time ago. I do not have to erase the past.”

“But your feelings are the same, whether for the queen in high school, or a middle-aged woman pregnant with another man’s child,” Chen said. “You are Mr. Big Bucks and a lot of women would fall for you head over heels. Let alone after what you have done for her. She cannot help returning your affection.”

“I’m afraid I do not see your point, Chief Inspector Chen.”

“No, you do not see it. As long as you can indulge yourself in reliving your high-school dream, treating her as part of your memory, and as long as she is content with being your insubstantial dream stuff, existing only in your remembrance of the past, things may work out between you two. But in time, she will have recovered enough to be a real woman. Flesh and blood. So on a romantic evening, she may throw herself into your arms. What shall you do?” Chen grew sarcastic in spite of himself. “Will you say no? That will be most cruel. If you say yes, what about your family?”

“Wen knows I’m married. I don’t think she will do that.”

“You don’t think so? So you’ll let her stay as an ex-schoolmate for months, for years. Yes, you are happy to help. But will she be happy when she has to suppress her feelings all the time?”

“Then what the hell am I supposed to do? Turn her away? Send her to the husband who abused her?” Liu retorted angrily. “Or let some gang chase her around like a rabbit?”

“That is what I want to discuss with you.”

“What?”

“The threat from the gangsters. They are frantically searching for her at this very moment. Whatever the police bureau’s reaction to my report, and I have to make a report, you know that, I’m sure the gang will soon learn that she’s staying here with you.”

“How?” Liu demanded “Will the police pass the information to the gangsters?”

“No. But the triads have inside connections. Just as they have learned about Feng’s deal, they will get wind of Wen’s whereabouts. During the last few days, Inspector Rohn and I have been followed everywhere”

“Really, Chief Inspector Chen!”

“On the first day, Inspector Rohn was nearly run down by a motorcycle. On the second, a staircase broke down as we were leaving. On the third, a few hours after our visit to a pregnant Guangxi woman, a gang abducted her, mistaking her for Wen. Detective Yu was almost poisoned in a Fujian hotel. Finally, the day before we came to Suzhou, we were almost caught in a police raid set up to entrap us at the Huating Market.”

“Are you sure these incidents were all attributable to gangsters?”

“These were no coincidences. They have ears inside the police both in Shanghai and Fujian. The situation is serious.”

Liu nodded. “They are infiltrating the business world, too. Several companies here have hired gangsters to collect their debts.”