Wang Anyi - The Song of Everlasting Sorrow

The next time Kang Mingxun showed up, Mrs. Wang did not go into the kitchen to avoid him. She sat on the sofa reading a cartoon version of the Dream of the Red Chamber . Wang Qiyao and Kang Mingxun couldn’t help but feel awkward and fell back on making small talk about the weather. When the baby woke up crying, Wang Qiyao asked Kang Mingxun to hand her a clean diaper. To her dismay, her mother got up and, taking the diaper out of Kang Mingxun’s hand, scolded her.

“How could you have the gentleman do this kind of thing?”

“I don’t mind,” explained Kang Mingxun. “It’s not like I’m busy with anything else. . ”

“Right, let him help out,” Wang Qiyao added.

Mrs. Wang drew a long face. “Don’t you have any manners? How could you ask a gentleman like him to lay his hands on these filthy articles? He is decent enough to treat you with respect and come to visit; but don’t take it as a sign that you can walk all over him. Show some tact!”

Stunned by the innuendo in her mother’s sudden attack, Wang Qiyao burst into tears. Mrs. Wang became even more incensed.

She flung the diaper in her daughter’s face, screaming, “I try to help you save face, but you just don’t seem to care! You demean yourself, and it’s all your own doing! If you want to lead a life of shame, go ahead! Nobody’s going to be able to help you if you don’t help yourself!”

With that, Mrs. Wang also burst out crying. Kang Mingxun was thoroughly bemused; he had no idea what had brought this on. Not knowing what else to do, he set about trying to mollify Mrs. Wang, “Please don’t be upset, Auntie. You know that Wang Qiyao has a good heart. . ”

His words made Mrs. Wang laugh.

She turned to him, “Mister, you are very perceptive. Wang Qiyao does indeed have a good heart. She has no choice. Where would she be if she didn’t have a good heart?”

Suddenly Kang Mingxun realized that he was the object of her wrath. He stepped back and stammered something inaudible. At this point, the baby, whom no one had been tending to, began to howl. Of the four people in the room, three were now in tears. Aghast at the chaos, Kang Mingxun felt impelled to say, “It is less than a month since Wang Qiyao gave birth. She should still be resting and we should try not to make her upset.”

Mrs. Wang laughed coldly. “Oh, so Wang Qiyao should be resting this month, should she? That’s funny, I didn’t know. With no man around to rely on, how is she supposed to be able to rest? Will you explain that to me?”

Those words brought an abrupt end to Wang Qiyao’s tears. When she had finished changing and feeding the baby, she said, “Mom, you said I lack tact; but what about you? How do you think it looks when you say such things in front of our guest? After all, it’s not as if he has anything to do with our family. You’re the one who is demeaning me — and yourself! At any rate, I’ll always be your daughter!”

Mrs. Wang was dumbstruck. By the time she was ready to respond, Wang Qiyao cut her off. “This gentleman has the decency to come by and pay his respects. I would never dream of making any unseemly demands on him — and neither should you! All my life I’ve had no one to rely on but myself; I make no other claims besides that. I’m sorry to have troubled you to help out during this difficult time, but I promise you that I will repay you for your trouble.”

Her remarks were directed at her mother, but they were also meant for Kang Mingxun. Mother and daughter both fell silent for a time, until Ms. Wang wiped away her tears and murmured bleakly, “I see I’ve been worrying too much. Well, you are almost through your first month, and it looks like I’m no longer needed here.”

Even as she spoke, she began to gather up her personal effects. Neither Wang Qiyao nor Kang Mingxun dared say a word to persuade her to stay. They watched in shock as she packed her things and placed a red envelope on the baby’s chest. She went out the door and down the stairs; then they heard the sound of the downstairs door closing, and she was gone. Inside the red envelope were 200 yuan and a gold pendant.

When Mr. Cheng arrived, he found Wang Qiyao out of bed cooking dinner in the kitchen. He asked where Mrs. Wang had gone. Wang Qiyao told him that her father was not feeling well and, since it was already almost a month since the birth, she had persuaded her mother to go home to look after him. Mr. Cheng noticed her swollen eyes and guessed that she had been crying, but he decided not to press her and simply let things go at that. With Mrs. Wang gone, the mood that evening was a bit dull. Wang Qiyao was not very talkative and answered Mr. Cheng’s questions absentmindedly, leaving her guest rather down. Mr. Cheng sat off to one side and read the newspaper. He read on for quite some time and the apartment grew quiet. He thought that Wang Qiyao must be asleep, but when he looked over he saw that she had propped her head against the pillow and was staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought. He quietly approached to ask what she was thinking. The last thing he expected was for her to jerk back and ask him what he wanted. There was alarm in her eyes and a distant look that made Mr. Cheng feel like a stranger. He retreated to the sofa and went on with reading his newspaper.

All of a sudden, rowdy noises broke out from the longtang outside. Opening the window to look out, Mr. Cheng saw that a crowd had gathered around a man holding up a weasel he had caught in his chicken coop. After recounting the beast’s crimes, the man carried it toward the entrance to the longtang with the crowd following close behind. Mr. Cheng was about to close the window when he caught the scent of osmanthus blossoms in the air; it wasn’t terribly strong, but the fragrance went straight to his heart. He also noticed the narrow span of sky above Peace Lane — a deep, deep blue. He felt exhilarated.

Turning to Wang Qiyao, he said, “Let’s have a banquet to celebrate the child’s one- month birthday.”

Wang Qiyao did not say anything at first. Then, breaking into a smile: “Is that cause for celebration?”

“Yes,” Mr. Cheng said more earnestly. “A first-month birthday is always a happy and auspicious occasion!”

“What’s so happy and auspicious about it?”

Mr. Cheng did not know how to answer. Although she had been the one to crush his excitement, he pitied her. Wang Qiyao rolled over away from him.

After a pause, she continued, “Let’s not fuss over this one-month celebration. Let’s simply make a few dishes, buy a bottle of wine, and invite Madame Yan and her cousin over. They have been good to me, coming to see me and all.”

That was enough to put Mr. Cheng back in high spirits. He pondered what kind of soup and dishes they should serve. Wang Qiyao objected to virtually every one of his suggestions, and he had to start from scratch. They became more animated as they argued back and forth about the menu and gradually things went back to normal.

On the afternoon of the dinner Mr. Cheng left work early to pick up the food for that evening. They put the baby to bed early and chatted as they cooked. Mr. Cheng saw that Wang Qiyao was in a good mood, which also put him in a good mood. They arranged the cold dishes in a delightful pattern, garnishing the plate with purple radishes.

Wang Qiyao declared, “Mr. Cheng, you’re not only a great photographer, but you can cook too!”

“And you didn’t even mention what I’m best at. .”

“What’s that?”

“Railroad engineering.”

“I practically forgot your true calling. You see, all along you have been entertaining us with your hobbies, and hiding your real talent!”

“It’s not that I was trying to hide it…. I just never get the chance to show it off!”