Mingmei Yip - Song of the Silk Road

When we were ready to go again, Alex insisted that he drive; I’d suffered enough for him and needed the break. He was, as usual, so stubborn that I gave in.

After a few minutes on the road, he asked, “Lily, after what we’ve been through, I think you owe it to me to explain why we are here.”

I reached over to smooth his hair. “Alex, actually… it’s something kind of complicated.”

“You think I’m too young to understand?”

“No, not that. But…”

He cut me off. “Lily, I care about you very much, so I want to know what’s happening in your life. When you are by yourself, I worry all the time that you might be cheated, or hurt. So I came with you, but I have a right to know why we are here.”

“All right, then I’ll tell you.”

So I let go of my normal caution and spilled out the whole story to him: my dead parents, my strange aunt and her even stranger bequest, even the money I was going to be rewarded. Except that I lied about the amount. Instead of three million, now it became a mere one hundred thousand.

Alex looked deep in thought for seconds. “Wow. Unbelievable. Sounds like something out of an adventure novel! You are very brave. I’m very proud of you, Lily.”

“There’s really nothing to be proud of. I am doing it for the money.” I felt I had to be honest about this but was still afraid of what he might think of me.

“No, you aren’t. You do this because you want something different in life. I’m glad you finally told me about this. I’ll help you get your money. And don’t worry if you don’t, I still love you. Promise.”

I chuckled.

“Lily, you’re different from other women I know. I knew it when I first laid eyes on you in Xian.”

“You did?”

He nodded. “Yes, definitely. Now will you tell me all the rest of the details?”

So I went on to tell Alex more details of my trips, including Lop Nor and the blind fortune-teller, even Chris. Everything—except, of course, I left out Floating Cloud, the hanging-upside-down-lotus, and the Diamond Sutra and Gold Buddha.

Although he expressed great sympathy for Lop Nor, his expression betrayed some jealousy. “So this herbalist was in love with you?”

“Alex! It’s you who wanted to know more about my trip.”

He made a face. “I can’t help it. And that Chris…” Suddenly he lifted one hand and did a heavy punch in the air.

I chuckled at his childish outburst. “Alex, don’t be so violent! You haven’t even met Chris. Why you hate him so much?”

“Because he’s a liar and cheater, and he took advantage of you.”

“Maybe. But he’s also helped me.”

“I know. All these men loving you. What about the fortune-teller?”

“Alex! That master’s almost a hundred years old.”

“All right, all right. How was I supposed to know his age?”

To distract him, I asked, “You want me to take you to Soaring Crane someday to have your fortune told?”

“Yes, I’d like him to predict how many children we’ll have.”

“Alex!”

“Sorry, just dreaming. Is that allowed?”

Finally we arrived at the place marked by my aunt on the map. It had once been a bustling stop for weary travelers on the Silk Road, but now all that was left were a few sun-bleached walls and depressions in the sand. Alex pulled off the road and parked in a deserted courtyard. Not a tree was in sight, so we donned our straw hats to ward off the scorching sun. Mindy Madison’s document stated that the treasure was buried under a high wall. But low walls were all that I could see.

Puzzled, I asked Alex, who was now examining a dark green lizard crawling on one of the walls, “I don’t see any high walls here, do you?”

He made a sweeping gesture with his arms. “Right here.”

“What do you mean?”

“Lily, these walls were high when they were built, but tumbled down years ago.”

I looked around more carefully and realized that, of course, he was right.

Walking slowly along each wall and examining them closely, I finally stopped in front of one with a drawing of a woman with long, black hair.

I waved to Alex. “Come take a look!”

He hastened over to me.

“Look, this graffiti must be a sign, or a code. I think we should try digging under this wall.”

Alex went to get a shovel from the truck, hurried back, and began to dig. In a few minutes, part of a painted face began to emerge. My heart skipped a beat while I took out my camera to snap pictures. With quick motions of his arm, Alex swept off the sand and pulled out a metal box. On the cover was the face of a girl with long, black hair. Alex immediately snapped it open but, to my utter disappointment, the only “treasure” was a dusty clump of long, black hair.

Alex laughed, lifting up the hair and pouring the dust from the box. “Lily, so this is the treasure we risked our lives for?”

Was this a perverse joke from my aunt? From my backpack, I took out one of Mindy Madison’s envelopes, tore it open, and read the instructions:

This hair must be sent to the Hidden Spirit Temple in Beijing. The nuns will know what to do with it.

I could not imagine what the temple would need this clump of hair for. So that the bald-headed nuns could make wigs to go out at night to sing karaoke or moonlight at forbidden establishments after midnight?

Now I seriously questioned whether I should continue this journey. I knew the Hidden Spirit Temple; it was in all the guidebooks. It would be easy to send the box and its peculiar contents there. Yet the demands from my aunt seemed to be getting more and more outrageous, even bizarre. The only thing that was real so far was the fifty thousand dollars, some still sitting in my bank account with the rest now in my pocket. But I had no regrets, for it was this trip that led me to Alex.

I took a few more pictures of the site, asked Alex to take some with me in them, then stowed the tin box in my backpack.

Alex’s excited voice rose in the air. “Lily, let’s stay here tonight.”

“Why?”

“I want to make love with you here.”

“Why here?”

“Because these walls will protect us from the wind and dust so we can watch the stars.”

“What if other couples think the same and try to camp here, too?”

“Then we’ll have a sex orgy.”

“Alex!” I slapped his shoulder. “Is that what’s always on your dirty mind?”

We kidded around for a while before he held my shoulders to stare into my eyes, his expression serious. “Lily, can’t you tell by now I’m a very devoted lover? You ever see my eyes wandering around?”

I chuckled. “Because there’re no other women around in the desert! I’m not so sure when you’re back in the city….”

“Lily, stop it. I don’t like to be teased about this. I’m a one-woman guy, period.”

“All right, all right, relax, Alex, I believe you.”

The sky was getting dark, so Alex parked the truck next to the tallest wall, then took out our small tent from the vehicle. I watched with relish as my lover set up the tent, working with deft hands and a determined expression. Then with our small propane burner we cooked canned beans and Spam to go with the now-stale buns given to us by the restaurant owner. Alex had told me he had started to learn to cook when he was ten. Any girl who’d be his wife would have not only a secure life but also a full stomach for sure. But hopefully without the extra pounds!

After dinner, Alex spread a blanket on the ground and started to take off my clothes. Embarrassed now that we were standing naked face-to-face, I shifted this way and that so he wouldn’t have the complete “Open-the-door-and-see-the-mountains” view.

“Lily, please.”

I pretended not to understand. “Please what?”