Translated by Julie O’Yang
*Below is a small collection of fortune cookie size reads I have gathered on the Chinese language www. I have been following Chinese web writing for a while now, especially the so-called Super Flash Fic. The genre enjoys its popularity thanks to the writers such as the Japanese Hoshi Shin’ichi, who brought “the stories to carry in your pocket” to real people. While Shin’ichi perhaps needed 3 to 4 pages to make his written behemoth alive and engaging, I’m thrilled to taste these tiny bites authored by the famous Anonymous. Hence my own title: S/he is “WANTED!”.
1. If A then B
When she was 12, she asked the teacher: “Teacher, can I love him?” The teacher laughed and said: “But silly child, you have to grow up first!” 10 years later, she got married soon after she graduated from university. On the day of her wedding she received a gift sent by him from overseas. Twenty years later, she read in the newspaper that he died of cancer. She went to his funeral together with her husband, she learned that he’d never been married. Thirty years later, she was cleaning up her house after her divorce. She found her old schoolbag, and in it she discovered a note. The regular line in his handwriting reads: I will wait till you grow up.
“Candy?” The young man offered her a toffee held between his pianist fingers. She took one and tasted the song in her mouth. She will never forget how to sing, she thought to herself. The next day, he offered her another candy, and then another one, and then another one… She promised herself that she’d count to 100 candies and 100 days. Then she’d tell him that in another life they were both cats. On the 99th day, the young man moved to another city. Years passed, she never heard from him again. On her XXth birthday, she got a new job and went to her office in the morning. Sitting down at her desk, she heard a familiar voice from across the desk: “Candy?” Silently she counted 100.
Mother and her little son walked in the snow. It was a cold, black night in Beijing, no traffic on the road. The little son pointed to a shadow on the zebra. “Mom, why is he standing here alone?” “Oh, I guess he just forgot how to walk home,” Mother answered casually. In the dark the motionless statue suddenly stirred, his frozen shoulders quaking. Big teardrops poured out of his deep-set eye sockets.
Blue is a colour. Since I met you on that day, it is a feeling.
He was the sole survivor of the air crash. The doctor said it was a miracle, since he didn’t even have to fix a single wound or scratch on him! In the car back home, she asked him how he did it. He grinned and said: “I had only one thought. Yeah. I thought: ‘If I died, who else would make her happy.’”
When the girl broke up with her boyfriend, she cried. Buddha appeared in front of her and asked her why she was sad. “He left me,” the girl answered. “Do you still love him?” Buddha asked. “Yes, I do,” the girl nodded. “Does he still love you?” Buddha asked. The girl started weeping again. Buddha then smiled at the girl. “You know, he’s the one that should feel sad,” Buddha said, “for you’ve merely lost somebody who does not love you. But he. He has lost somebody who loves him deeply.”