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TheoldhomeIrememberedwasnorintheleastlikethis.Myoldhomewasmuchbetter.Butifyouaskedmetorecallitspeculiarcharmordescribeitsbeauties,Ihadnoclearimpression,nowordstodescribeit.Andnowitseemedthiswasalltherewastoit.ThenIrationalizedthemattertomyself,saying:

Homewasalwayslikethis,andalthoughithasnotimproved,stillitisnotsodepressingasIimagine;

itisonlymymoodthathaschanged,becauseIamcomingbacktothecountrythistimewithnoillusions.

ThistimeIhadcomewiththesoleobjectofsayinggoodbye.Theoldhouseourclanhadlivedinforsomanyyearshadalreadybeensoldtoanotherfamily,andwastochangehandsbeforetheendoftheyear.IhadtohurrytherebeforeNewYear'

sDaytosaygoodbyeforevertothefamiliaroldhouse,andtomovemyfamilytoanotherplacewhereIwasworking,farfrommyoldhometown.

AtdawnontheseconddayIreachedthegatewayofmyhome.Brokenstemsofwitheredgrassontheroof,tremblinginthewind,madeveryclearthereasonwhythisoldhousecouldnotavoidchanginghands.Severalbranchesofourclanhadprobablyalreadymovedaway,soitwasunusuallyquiet.BythetimeIreachedthehousemymotherwasalreadyatthedoortowelcomeme,andmyeight-year-oldnephew,Hung-erh,rushedoutafterher.

Thoughmotherwasdelighted,shewasalsotryingtohideacertainfeelingofsadness.Shetoldmetositdownandrestandhavesometea,lettingtheremovalwaitforthetimebeing.Hung-erh,whohadneverseenmebefore,stoodwatchingmeatadistance.

Butfinallywehadtotalkabouttheremoval.Isaidthatroomshadalreadybeenrentedelsewhere,andIhadboughtalittlefurniture;

inadditionitwouldbenecessarytosellallthefurnitureinthehouseinordertobuymorethings.Motheragreed,sayingthattheluggagewasnearlyallpacked,andabouthalfthefurniturethatcouldnoteasilybemovedhadalreadybeensold.Onlyitwasdifficulttogetpeopletopayup.

"

Youmustrestforadayortwo,andcallonourrelatives,andthenwecango,"

saidmother.

Yes."

ThenthereisJun-tu.Eachtimehecomesherehealwaysasksafteryou,andwantsverymuchtoseeyouagain.Itoldhimtheprobabledateofyourreturnhome,andhemaybecominganytime."

Atthispointastrangepicturesuddenlyflashedintomymind:

agoldenmoonsuspendedinadeepblueskyandbeneathittheseashore,plantedasfarastheeyecouldseewithjade-greenwatermelons,whileintheirmidstaboyofelevenortwelve,wearingasilverneckletandgraspingasteelpitchforkinhishand,wasthrustingwithallhismightatazhawhichdodgedtheblowandescapedbetweenhislegs.

ThisboywasJun-tu.WhenIfirstmethimhewasjustoverten—thatwasthirtyyearsago,andatthattimemyfatherwasstillaliveandthefamilywelloff,soIwasreallyaspoiltchild.Thatyearitwasourfamily'

sturntotakechargeofabigancestralsacrifice,whichcameroundonlyonceinthirtyyears,andhencewasanimportantone.Inthefirstmonththeancestralimageswerepresentedandofferingsmade,andsincethesacrificialvesselswereveryfineandtherewassuchacrowdofworshippers,itwasnecessarytoguardagainsttheft.Ourfamilyhadonlyonepart-timelabourer.（Inourdistrictwedividelabourersintothreeclasses:

thosewhoworkalltheyearforonefamilyarecalledfull-timers;

thosewhoarehiredbythedayarecalleddailies;

andthosewhofarmtheirownlandandonlyworkforonefamilyatNewYear,duringfestivalsorwhenrentsarebeingcollectedarecalledpart-timers.）Andsincetherewassomuchtobedone,hetoldmyfatherthathewouldsendforhissonJun-tutolookafterthesacrificialvessels.

WhenmyfathergavehisconsentIwasoverjoyed,becauseIhadlongsinceheardofJun-tuandknewthathewasaboutmyownage,bornintheintercalarymonth,andwhenhishoroscopewastolditwasfoundthatofthefiveelementsthatofearthwaslacking,sohisfathercalledhimJun-tu（IntercalaryEarth）.Hecouldsettrapsandcatchsmallbirds.

IlookedforwardeverydaytoNewYear,forNewYearwouldbringJun-tu.Atlast,whentheendoftheyearcame,onedaymothertoldmethatJun-tuhadcome,andIflewtoseehim.Hewasstandinginthekitchen.Hehada

round,crimsonfaceandworeasmallfeltcaponhisheadandagleamingsilverneckletroundhisneck,showingthathisfatherdotedonhimand,fearinghemightdie,hadmadeapledgewiththegodsandbuddhas,usingtheneckletasatalisman.Hewasveryshy,andIwastheonlypersonhewasnotafraidof.Whentherewasnooneelsethere,hewouldtalkwithme,soinafewhourswewerefastfriends.

Idon'

tknowwhatwetalkedofthen,butIrememberthatJun-tuwasinhighspirits,sayingthatsincehehadcometotownhehadseenmanynewthings.

ThenextdayIwantedhimtocatchbirds.

Can'

tbedone,"

hesaid."

It'

sonlypossibleafteraheavysnowfall.Onoursands,afteritsnows,Isweepclearapatchofground,propupabigthreshingbasketwithashortstick,andscatterhusksofgrainbeneath.Whenthebirdscometheretoeat,Itugastringtiedtothestick,andthebirdsarecaughtinthebasket.Thereareallkinds:

wildpheasants,.woodcocks,wood-pigeons,'

blue-backs'

."

AccordinglyIlookedforwardveryeagerlytosnow.

Justnowitistoocold,"

saidJun-tuanothertime,"

butyoumustcometoourplaceinsummer.Inthedaytimewe'

llgototheseashoretolookforshells,therearegreenonesandredones,besides'

scare-devil'

shellsand'

buddha'

shands.'

IntheeveningwhendadandIgotoseetothewatermelons,youshallcometoo."

Isittolookoutforthieves?

No.Ifpassers-byarethirstyandpickawatermelon,folkdownourwaydon'

tconsideritasstealing.Whatwehavetolookoutforarebadgers,hedgehogsandzha.Whenunderthemoonlightyouhearthecrunchingsoundmadebythezhawhenitbitesthemelons,thenyoutakeyourpitchforkandcreepstealthilyover."

Ihadnoideathenwhatthisthingcalledzhawas—andIamnotmuchclearernowforthatmatter—butsomehowIfeltitwassomethinglikeasmalldog,andveryfierce.

Don'

ttheybitepeople?

Youhaveapitchfork.Yougoacross,andwhenyouseeityoustrike.It'

saverycunningcreatureandwillrushtowardsyouandgetawaybetweenyourlegs.Itsfurisasslipperyasoil."

Ihadneverknownthatallthesestrangethingsexisted:

attheseashoretherewereshellsallcoloursoftherainbow;

watermelonswereexposedto

suchdanger,yetallIhadknownofthembeforewasthattheyweresoldinthegreengrocer'

s.

Onourshore,whenthetidecomesin,therearelotsofjumpingfish,eachwithtwolegslikeafrog."

Jun-tu'

smindwasatreasure-houseofsuchstrangelore,allofitoutsidethekenofmyformerfriends.Theywereignorantofallthesethingsand,whileJun-tulivedbythesea,theylikemecouldseeonlythefourcornersoftheskyabovethehighcourtyardwall.

Unfortunately,amonthafterNewYearJun-tuhadtogohome.Iburstintoteatsandhetookrefugeinthekitchen,cryingandrefusingtocomeout,untilfinallyhisfathercarriedhimoff.Laterhesentmebyhisfatherapacketofshellsandafewverybeautifulfeathers,andIsenthimpresentsonceortwice,butweneversaweachotheragain.

Nowthatmymothermentionedhim,thischildhoodmemorysprangintolifelikeaflashoflightning,andIseemedtoseemybeautifuloldhome.SoIanswered:

Fine!

Andhe—howishe?

He'

snotatallwelloffeither,"

saidmother.Andthen,lookingoutofthedoor:

"

Herecomethosepeopleagain.Theysaytheywanttobuyourfurniture;

butactuallytheyjustwanttoseewhattheycanpickup.Imustgoandwatchthem."

Motherstoodupandwentout.Thevoicesofseveralwomencouldheheardoutside.IcalledHung-erhtomeandstartedtalkingtohim,askinghimwhetherhecouldwrite,andwhetherhewouldbegladtoleave.

Shallwebegoingbytrain?

Yes,weshallgobytrain."

Andboat?

Weshalltakeaboatfirst."

Oh!

Likethis!

Withsuchalongmoustache!

Astrangeshrillvoicesuddenlyrangout.

Ilookedupwithastart,andsawawomanofaboutfiftywithprominentcheekbonesandthinlips.Withherhandsonherhips,notwearingaskirtbutwithhertrouseredlegsapart,shestoodinfrontofmejustlikethecompassinaboxofgeometricalinstruments.

Iwasflabbergasted.

tyouknowme?

Why,Ihaveheldyouinmyarms!

Ifeltevenmoreflabbergasted.Fortunatelymymothercameinjustthenandsaid:

Hehasbeenawaysolong,youmustexcusehimforforgetting.Youshouldremember,"

shesaidtome,"

thisisMrs.Yangfromacrosstheroad...

.Shehasabeancurdshop."

Then,tobesure,Iremembered.WhenIwasachildtherewasaMrs.Yangwhousedtositnearlyalldaylonginthebeancurdshopacrosstheroad,andeverybodyusedtocallherBeancurdBeauty.Sheusedtopowderherself,andhercheekboneswerenotsoprominentthennorherlipssothin;

moreoversheremainedseatedallthetime,sothatIhadnevernoticedthisresemblancetoacompass.Inthosedayspeoplesaidthat,thanksto