Song of the Silk Road (30 page)
He pointed to his lips. “What about here? They miss you, too, Lily.”
Immediately my mouth went to his. After lingering for moments, I detached myself, now worrying again. Alex’s kiss was definitely different—devoid of his usual abundant
qi
.
qi
.
“Alex, tell me honestly, how do you feel?”
“Cold and a headache, otherwise OK.”
“Don’t worry, the doctor said you’ll be fine.”
“Hope so, since my plan to marry you still hasn’t changed.”
I smiled, then began to rub his hand. “How was breakfast?”
He rolled his eyes. “Horrible. The nurse treated me like I was her baby.”
“How so?”
“She kept blowing off steam from the porridge with her thick, wet lips before she fed me. I swear I saw her saliva shooting into the congee.”
“Then why didn’t you eat it by yourself?”
“Because she wouldn’t let me!”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Alex, she’s not treating you like her baby, but her boyfriend. She likes you. Excited, too. I bet you’re this hospital’s first Barbarian patient,” I teased. “What don’t you like about her? She’s young and lively, not bad looking, either.”
Alex made a face. “Are you kidding me, Lily? Have you lost your mind?” He paused, then said, “I don’t care whether she’s young or lively, old or ugly, pretty or horny. I only want you, Lily. If you still don’t get it by now.”
“Sorry, Alex, just kidding.”
He cupped my face and looked deeply into my eyes. “And thank you for saving my life, twice. How am I going to repay you in this life?”
“Alex, this time it’s the Japanese doctor who rescued you, not me.”
“Who’s this doctor?”
“Remember the guy who took pictures with a big camera? He was the one who held your head above water as he swam back to the shore.”
“Yes, I remember.”
Some silence, and Alex spoke again. “Sorry that I failed to retrieve Lop Nor’s necklace. I know it means a lot to you.”
“Alex, I feel guilty enough for your near drowning, so please don’t apologize again, ever.” Then I saw tears in his eyes. “You all right?”
“Lily, I made a promise to take very good care of you and protect you, but I failed. It turned out that you’re the one who’s been protecting me, twice. I’m so sorry. . . .”
“Alex, please. Accidents happen. . . . ” I paused, then said, “Maybe it’s better that Lop Nor’s necklace is gone.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s reunited with him, where it belongs. I believe this is a sign telling me it’s time to let go of this tragedy.”
Alex nodded.
As I was leaning over to kiss him, a voice jolted me to a halt. “Hi. Morning.”
I turned and saw Akira Muramachi.
I introduced the two men and told Alex this was the person who had saved his life.
“Thank you for saving my life, doctor. I owe you.”
A warm smile rose on the Japanese’s deeply tanned face. I noticed his teeth were white and neat. I also noticed that jealousy was gradually spreading on my young lover’s face.
“Akira, please. And Alex, thank your girlfriend. She’s a brave woman. She was about to jump into the lake to save you had I not stopped her in time.”
Alex lifted my hand to his lips. “I know, I’m the lucky guy.”
Akira spoke again. “I’ve just come to check if you’re OK. I don’t trust hospitals in remote parts of China. May I?”
“Of course,” Alex and I said simultaneously.
He leaned close to examine Alex’s head. “Just want to make sure that they changed the bandage and that the wound is clean. You seem fine.”
After some pleasantries, Akira threw me a meaningful glance. “I think I should leave you two alone. Lily, you have my hotel phone number. So in case you guys need me for anything, just let me know.”
I took his hand and smiled gratefully. “Thanks, Akira, it’s very kind of you.”
Alex chimed in a loud, “Thank you again for saving my life, doctor.”
I watched Akira leave the room, then turned back to my young lover. “Alex, this man is your
jiuming enren
, life-saving noble man. But I didn’t hear much enthusiasm in your voice.”
jiuming enren
, life-saving noble man. But I didn’t hear much enthusiasm in your voice.”
“I’m sorry, Lily, I’m still not feeling well and I’m just not myself. Please forgive me. You think he dislikes me now?”
I took his hand and smiled. “Alex, are you jealous?”
Suddenly a strong current of
qi
surged in his voice. “What do you think? I have to be cautious. First Chris, then Lop Nor, and now this doctor photographer Akira!”
qi
surged in his voice. “What do you think? I have to be cautious. First Chris, then Lop Nor, and now this doctor photographer Akira!”
Now my lover talked like a boy whose favorite toys were being snatched away one by one. I burst out laughing.
He cast me an annoyed glance. “What’s so funny? Don’t make fun of me, I’m serious. Men like you too much!”
“Relax, Alex. You’re just so cute.”
“Maybe so are you in this doctor Amiba’s eyes.”
Knowing that he deliberately mispronounced Akira’s name, I burst out laughing again.
29
Return of the Parents
I
spent the next two nights dozing off on the bench in the same corner of the small hospital. The following day in the afternoon, while I was watching Alex sleep, I heard a small commotion outside the hospital room. Wondering what was happening, I turned and saw Frank and Donna walking in with Plump. I immediately stood up to greet them. Donna shook my hand, hers cold as the Black Dragon Pond, but to my surprise, Frank pulled me to him and gave me a hug. Then they went to look at Alex.
spent the next two nights dozing off on the bench in the same corner of the small hospital. The following day in the afternoon, while I was watching Alex sleep, I heard a small commotion outside the hospital room. Wondering what was happening, I turned and saw Frank and Donna walking in with Plump. I immediately stood up to greet them. Donna shook my hand, hers cold as the Black Dragon Pond, but to my surprise, Frank pulled me to him and gave me a hug. Then they went to look at Alex.
An audience of curious hospital staff and patients had already assembled to gawk at the foreigners.
Plump waved them away with an authoritative air. “Go back to work or your beds. Don’t disturb our honorable guests!”
After the small gathering dispersed, I asked Plump, “How did you know to bring his parents here? You speak English?”
She giggled, looking very happy. “Miss, no English. Who else will they come for except your boyfriend who’s half ghost?” She lifted her hands. “Although I don’t speak English, I can use sign language!”
I smiled. “Right. Thank you.”
She winked. “You lucky girl! Handsome boyfriend and rich parents!” Then she went outside the room and closed the door.
Donna scrutinized her son for a moment before a suppressed scream shot out from her collagen-enhanced lips. “Oh, my God, his head is bandaged!”
Just then their son woke up, probably having heard the noise, and felt the annoyed
qi
from his mother.
qi
from his mother.
Both parents took their turn to kiss Alex, then the father asked, “How are you feeling, son?”
Alex sat up, a tired yet big smile blooming on his sunken face. “Hi, Mom. Dad, I feel OK. Thanks for coming right away.”
“You’re our son, Alex,” both parents enthused.
Then their beloved son grabbed my hand and pressed it on his chest. “Lily has been caring for me the whole time, without her, I . . .” He stopped, too choked with emotion to continue.
I saw Donna’s face darken as Frank laid his thick palm on his son’s shoulder.
I stepped outside the room to let the trio enjoy their parents-and-son minireunion in privacy. A few minutes later when I re-entered the room, Frank announced his plan—to bring Alex back to New York right away so he could be treated at Columbia Medical Center in a private room by real nurses and world-leading specialists, instead of this dirty bed in a dingy, remote hospital.
Concern spread on Alex’s face. “Then what about Lily?”
Frank turned to me. “You can come with us if you want. We’ll pay for your ticket.”
I wondered if “paying for my ticket” was also a subtle suggestion that I was too poor for their son.
I smiled. “Thank you, but I need to stay here to finish a few things.”
Donna was frowning at me, and I was pretty sure she was dying to ask me what the hell was I doing in China all by myself. I pretended not to notice her questioning glance in the hope of discouraging her itchy tongue from wagging—or slashing. I guessed she was relieved that I’d turned down Frank’s offer to go back with them.
Although Alex clearly did not want to leave me behind, in his present state, he seemed to have lost his power to insist otherwise.
That evening, I went back with Alex’s parents to stay at the Welcome Guest Hotel. I was not eager to accept their seeming generosity, but I did not think I could take yet another night sleeping on a hospital bench. I wanted to be with Alex, but at that moment what I needed most was to restore my depleted
qi
with a comfortable bed, a hot bath, and something satisfying to eat.
qi
with a comfortable bed, a hot bath, and something satisfying to eat.
Early next morning, Frank told me that he’d booked tickets the night before and that they would be leaving in the afternoon. After breakfast we took a car together to the hospital to pick up Alex.
An hour later when we arrived at the Urumqi airport, I was upset to see that the parents had arranged a wheelchair for their son. Maybe it was the right thing to do, because Alex did look weak and tired. But it was heartbreaking to see my young lover looking like an invalid. Worse, Donna insisted that she push the wheelchair all the way inside the lobby—to show off her motherly love to compete with my romantic one.
Inside, the four of us waited anxiously with other passengers who were chatting, reading newspapers, smoking, or bickering.
As I was about to talk to Alex, Donna signaled me to step aside to a quiet corner. Under the airport’s ghostly fluorescent light, her cosmetic-surgery-enhanced face looked drawn and harsh.
I blurted out a question before she had a chance to spill hers. “Donna, I think Alex is fine, so why a wheelchair?”
She gave me a cold stare. “Alex is not fine. He might have a concussion, and things might get complicated. I’m his mother and I’m concerned.”
“And so am I, Donna.”
This statement seemed to have greatly offended her. “Lily, I’m going to be blunt. I think you must leave Alex alone. You have caused him enough harm already.”
My cheeks felt hot. I shot back, “What do you mean to leave Alex alone?” and saw disgust rising in her dead blue eyes like those of a gutted fish.
“You know what I mean.”
“Sorry, but I don’t. I was the one with Alex the whole time during the accident and after, not you or your ex-husband. If I’d listened to your advice and left him alone, you wouldn’t be so lucky as to see your son alive today. Besides, Alex is the one who won’t leave me alone, not the other way around. Ask him.”
“But it was because of you that he ended up in this horrible accident.”
“Did I put a gun to his head to make him come to China?”
“I don’t know what you did, but right now my son is certainly bewitched. I’m sure it’s just a moment’s infatuation for an older woman.”
With her beaconlike eyes, she surveyed me from head to toe and then back up. In my T-shirt and worn blue jeans, with hair piled up loosely on my head and no makeup, I must have looked—if not ugly—downright poverty-smelling-plain. My hand moved involuntarily to smooth my hair.
Now her tone softened a notch. “Lily, you’ve taken enough of him. Please give me back my son.”
I heard my voice climbing in the air. “Donna, I think this is for Alex to decide. Not you or Frank.”
“He’s still a child. He doesn’t know what’s best for him!”
A young Chinese couple turned to stare at us, then whispered to each other. I shot them a dirty look and they hurried away.
In fact, Donna was the real target of my menacing look. I just used the couple as substitutes to show her that, though I might not have money, I was not to be bullied.
“Donna, you’re wrong. Alex is quite sure of what he wants.” My voice adamantly remained in a high register to match hers.
“He’s only twenty-one. Don’t you know that a twenty-one-year-old’s mind changes like the weather?” She paused to scrutinize me again. “Pretty soon it will be someone else for him. So please don’t try to find him after he’s back in the U.S. with us. Just leave him alone.”
I blurted out, “Donna, do you really love Alex or is it just a show?”
She looked—or feigned—shock. “What a question! Of course I love him. He’s my son, for God’s sake!”
“All right, but you have a strange way of loving someone.” I sighed and walked back to Alex and Frank, my heartbeat accelerating, followed by Donna’s clicking high heels.
I bent to kiss him. “You OK, Alex? You comfortable in the wheelchair?”
“I don’t know. I’m tired and not feeling well.” Alex grabbed my hand and buried his face in my palm. “Come back to me soon. Don’t make me wait.”
I smiled while Donna cast us a disgusted how-can-you-two-bea-match look. Frank was quietly smoking his cigarette, looking out at the runway through a glass door, pretending not to see or hear anything.
Just then a loud male voice blasted through the airport’s PA system:
“China Southern Air 208 will be boarding soon. Passengers on this flight please proceed to gate number eight.”
Three pairs of feet and the four wheels dragged nervously to the gate where the parents and son showed their passports and boarding passes.
Frank extinguished his cigarette and extended his hand. “Lily, thanks so much for taking care of Alex. Hope to see you again sometime in the future.”
After that, he pulled me to him for a bear hug.
Reluctantly, Donna also extended her bony, perfectly manicured, witchlike hand, “Good-bye, Lily, and thanks,” followed by a ghost hug.
“Good-bye and take care,” I said to the couple, then bent down to kiss Alex again, this time on his lips, lingering despite the flames shooting from his mother’s eyes.
Several heads turned to watch us. Two teenage girls held hands and giggled.
Alex looked up at me. “Please come back as soon as you can. I’ll miss you.”
“I will.” But I really had no idea how much longer I needed to stay in China before I could go back.
And then they were gone.
When I finally arrived back in my little cottage, I plunged onto my bed and cried my heart out. Now it seemed that just as I’d finally found someone I truly cared for, he had slipped away from my grasp like fish through a torn net.
For several days I couldn’t focus and cried much of the time, missing Alex terribly. Then one day I walked two miles to the post office to call the U.S., but no matter how hard the operator tried, the phone line just refused to cross the Pacific Ocean to reach New York. Alex must be in a hospital, being treated with million-dollar equipment surrounded by renowned, white-coated doctors and waited on hand and foot by a procession of pretty, flirtatious, and suffocatingly nurturing nurses. I was very tempted to book a flight back to New York to smash the equipment, shove off the doctors, push away the nurses, and pull Alex into my arms.
But of course this was merely fantasy. My urgent task at the moment was to fly to Beijing to settle everything with Attorney Lo and Mindy Madison so I could collect the money. Laozi said, “More things are spoiled at the end than in the beginning,” so there was no room for more mistakes, let alone romantic distractions. I also told myself that I was worn down and needed to eat better, maybe slaughtering a fat chicken or gutting a fish to cook myself a delectable, nutritious meal.
After two more days’ rest, I finally felt ready for the grand finale of my journey while trying to ignore my heart’s longing for Alex. Deep down I feared that Donna could be right, that her son’s love for an older woman was just a moment’s infatuation.
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