The Healing Sunshine - Chapter 16 Part 3

Eventually, things will come to light Alas, when it happens is not always in our control.

Chapter 16.3 Lifes Tender Dependence (3)

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In J Chengyang’s memory, many things happened in the spring of 2003.

In March, he returned to his home country from Russia; an atypical pneumonia was spreading rapidly in Beijing, as well as Guangzhou and Hong Kong; and in the face of this disaster that no one was prepared for, the relationship between him and J Yi, in that early spring that was still frigidly cold, quietly began.

On March 20, the coalition forces primarily led by American and British troops finally launched military operations against Iraq. If it could be said that there was still at least a fig leaf covering the intention of the war in Afghanistan, then this war on Iraq had become a true military retaliation. Due to the spread of SARS in China, problems were encountered with the paperwork and procedures for J Chengyang to go abroad, and so, even after war had broken out, he still temporarily remained within the country, becoming an idler.

During this period, J Chengyang’s father also underwent a major surgery. At his hospital bed, in front of his several sons and daughters, he had requested, from his own mouth, J Chengyang to give up his current line of work. J Chengyang had not answered him.

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“Do you want Kung Pao chicken for dinner tonight?” J Chengyang asked on the phone.

He truly had nothing to do. While everyone was at home hiding away from the infectious disease, he was out alone, pushing a shopping cart in a supermarket that was practically empty of people, strolling around idly. As there were not many customers, the stock in the store was actually very low as well. There were barely a few boxes of things in a cooler unit that was several metres long.

“Sure.” The sound of J Yi’s breathing was a little heavy. She should have just run out from her lecture room and was hurrying to get to her next class. “Could you buy a bit more peanuts? I like eating the peanuts in Kung Pao chicken.”

“No problem,” he answered. “I’ll come pick you up after I’m done buying the stuff.”

“It’ll be an hour later than normal tonight. I was given an extra class at the last minute.”

“That’s okay. I can sit in the car and read through some material.”

The call was hung up, and he continued shopping.

However, for this type of supermarket that was seriously lacking in goods, the word “shopping” really could not be used.

In only a few short minutes, he took another two phone calls. One was from his Second [Older] Brother, who was also J Nuannuan’s father. In the phone, Second Brother’s word choices were quite intense and heated. The general gist of them was that Nuannuan had skipped classes for many days in a row already, and every once in a while, they would not even be able to find or get ahold of her. Second Brother and Sister-In-Law had discussed things and seemed to want to send her abroad earlier than planned, but then SARS had happened to occur right at the same time, so this matter had been delayed. However, they still could not set their minds at ease and wanted J Chengyang to help persuade Nuannuan.

“She idolizes you more than she idolizes me, this father of hers who wears a military uniform,” Second Brother had said. “Do you remember when she was small? She would always like to hold your hand and had said outright that she wanted to change dads.”

He remembered, but as a man who had never been married or had children, he truly was unable to carry out a conversation with a girl who had already gone through adolescence, especially when that conversation was about love and relationships and the future.

People who come from military families are not accustomed to using the telephone to communicate, so as soon as they finished talking about the matter, they hung up the call.

The second telephone call brought what could be considered good news. Some progress had been made on the matter of him going to Iraq. J Chengyang tossed the foodstuffs that he had bought into the trunk of the car and then drove directly to the television station, where he by chance ran into some political journalists of several major newspapers. They were all old acquaintances from when they had been stationed abroad and were familiar with one another, so they ended up chatting a little bit more.

Due to the impact of SARS, these people’s travel plans had also been held up. With nothing to do while they remained here in China, they were helping their colleagues cover some stories on SARS. The topic that one of these people was covering was “Scenes from Barred Schools” at the various major institutions of higher learning, and he had photographed many scenes of young couples pouring out their hearts to one another through an iron fence that separated them.

All of these were young love, couples who, amidst this type of fatal epidemic disease and highlighted against the fear all around, even more so could hardly wait to express the desire to hold on together and stay by one another’s side.

“You say, these young couples really aren’t afraid of death.” A male journalist looked through the photographs in his camera and showed them to J Chengyang. “I was watching. There were some who brought bag after huge bag of snacks for the other person, and there were also some who would kiss each other through the fence.”

These people were all political journalists, the same type as J Chengyang.

To put it simply, when these political journalists of China stepped foot into a battle zone, they would would automatically switch their traits over and become war correspondents, while during normal times, they would follow-up and report on the political situations of various countries. They had all seen great, significant scenes and witnessed partings in life and separations by death. To them, what truly conquered people’s hearts would forever be the genuine love and care that manifested in what appeared to be bleak, desperate straits.

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Photograph after photograph. Unfamiliar faces that brimmed with youthfulness continuously flashed by inside the camera.

“Wait.” J Chengyang suddenly spoke. “Let me see the previous picture.”

The photograph shifted back. What he saw was not the embracing young couple in the photo, but rather, the young girl in the corner who was looking on from the side. The side profile of the girl’s face was the foreground of the photograph

“The foreground of this one is pretty good. This young girl just happened to turn her head to look at that young couple, so I snapped a picture.”

“Email this one to me.” J Chengyang gave a gentle tap to the side of that girl’s face with his fingertip. “Forget it. Come to my office and sit for a bit, and while you’re at it, give me a copy of the photo.”

That male journalist let out a laugh. “What’s up with this? You’re so rushed about it. How did the photo touch you?”

J Chengyang’s eyes were somewhat enigmatic, and his smile was reserved and poised. “You not only have to give that photo to me, you also need to delete your file of it.”

“Huh?”

“You photographed my girlfriend.” He was very upfront.

That male journalist paused blankly for a moment, then exchanged a look with the other two people beside him. The three then turned their eyes onto the photograph and stared intently at it for a while. Only then did they seem to figure out what J Chengyang had actually said. Someone reached out an arm and threw it around J Chengyang’s shoulders. “Whoa, you rascal, you’re good. Oh yeah, you’re really good.” Although they were sighing feelingly like this, there was still a feeling in all of them that those words were a bluff.

After all, J Chengyang was simply too well known in this professional circle of theirs, but he did not really link himself in any way to women. He gave off a feeling that he tended to stay away from women.

For instance, when men sit together, they will always nonchalantly throw out some jokes about sex, but J Chengyang would never really participate in those conversations. Sometimes when there was a gathering or something similar of everyone, people would always deliberately play random matchmaker with a person here and another person there. Most of the people who were still single would go along with it, giving it a try to see if there might be any inclination to develop it into a real dating relationship. J Chengyang, though, was yet again an exception to this.

Now, completely out of left field, he suddenly had a university-student girlfriend.

Hmm, so it turns out the one who doesn’t normally parade his “talents” in front of everyone is actually the one with the greatest “skill.” Everyone was thinking this.

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Inside a multi-level bookstore, J Yi wandered about, asking where the world maps could be found. Following the directions she had been given and finding that shelf, she discovered that there were three different versions. In the end, she selected the largest one. After she had paid and stepped back outside, she received a phone call from Nuannuan. She stuffed her world map into her backpack while pressing the answer button. “Hello? Nuannuan?”

“Xixi.” J Nuannuan’s voice sounded somewhat choked up as she coolly spoke J Yi’s name. “I’m going to ask you a question.”

“What’s wrong?” J Yi detected that something was not right.

“Are you living together with my little uncle?”

Nuannuan’s question was like a depth charge that had suddenly been dropped to the bottom of a lake, instantaneously shattering all tranquility with its explosion.

J Yi’s heart clenched fiercely. “No, we’re not living together.”

Yes, they were indeed staying under the same roof right now. However, it was only because J Chengyang was unwilling to let her stay in the dormitory and wanted her to avoid coming in contact with a large number of people that he was temporarily having her stay in his home. But, she did not know how she could explain this.

There was a slight tremor in J Nuannuan’s voice. She was already crying. “I saw your clothes in my little uncle’s house. Don’t tell me I saw wrong.”

“J Chengyang’s worried that if I stay on campus, I’ll come into contact with too many people, so he’s having me stay at his home for now. We’re not living together”

“Who said you could call him J Chengyang?!”

“Nuannuan.” J Yi felt that even her heart was beginning to ache. “Please listen to me explain everything slowly to you. Please believe me”

“J Yi, are you even a human being? How can you even be with my little uncle?” Sobs choked Nuannuan’s voice. She did not want to listen at all to any of her explanations. She only wanted to fire questions at her, to demand to know why J Yi would do this.

“You’re my best friend. How can you be together with my little uncle? Have you gone crazy? Are you crazy?!”

“I’ve always liked him, and he likes me, too”

“Don’t even talk to me about those things! My little uncle has gone mad, and so have you! You’ve called him uncle since you were a kid. How can you live together with him? You’re just too horrifying, J Yi. You don’t care about me at all! Did you ever think about me? I’ve idolized him since I was a kid. I idolize him more than I do my own father You never even thought about me at all” J Nuannuan’s words were completely disjointed and incoherent, and she was choking from sobbing so hard. “How can you just go and live together with my little uncle? ”

The J Chengyang in her mind had grand, noble ideals. There were absolutely no flaws in his integrity.

He absolutely could not have any blemish to him. He was different from everyone else.

But when she discovered that J Chengyang and J Yi were together, that he was cohabiting with a girl who should actually belong to a younger generation, a generation where the girl should be like his niece, and this girl was also her own best friend, it became that the person she most revered and her best friend, together at the same time, had betrayed and deceived her. Everything she had believed was utterly shattered, and as if floodwaters were washing over her, wreaking havoc, all of her levelheadedness and resolve were swept away.

It was more terrible than if the heavens had collapsed.

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J Yi was no longer able to speak. Tears surged forth uncontrollably from her.

She merely stood in front of the doors of the bookstore, completely at a loss for what to do. It was as if someone had reached a hand in beneath her ribs and taken her heart into a vicious grip.

Never before had she seen such a J Nuannuan. Every explanation she had once come up with in her mind was useless. She had imagined countless reactions that Nuanuan might have, but the type she feared most was this onethe most real and genuine type of anger.

There were no words J Yi could say in response. She did not even dare repeat what she had said before, did not dare say that she loved J Chengyang, for fear that this might provoke Nuannuan.

The way Nuannuan completely snapped was utterly beyond what she had imagined. She had never heard Nuannuan cry like this. That vulnerability from having her beliefs and faith shattered in a single moment and the despair that came from her made J Yi feel that she was a sinner who had betrayed friendship.

A sinner through and through.

“Xixi, how can you be with my little uncle? Did you even think about me? ”

Nuannuan had completely broken down already with her sobs and would only over and over repeat this.

J Yi’s mobile phone slowly drained of its battery, and the phone call cut off.

With tears coursing over her cheeks, she stared at that blackened screen. Racing out of the building that the bookstore was in, she wanted to flag down a taxi. In such times, though, taxicabs were basically luxury items. After running for several blocks, she saw only one taxi that was already occupied, and she chased after it for a long time until it had driven further and further away.

At last, she had run until she was exhausted of strength, and beside the road, helpless and not knowing at all what she should do, she could only lower herself slowly into a crouch.

Nuannuan’s accusing questioning at the end was still lingering in her mind. Her voice weak from crying, Nuannuan had told her, “You never even thought about me. J Yi, you never thought about me at all”

Sentence after sentence, Nuannuan’s words played back in her mind, like a knife stabbing into her heart again and again.

She never had brought Nuannuan into consideration. She had always selfishly hidden away these feelings, treating them as a secret. Everything had blown up too quickly, and none of it had been within what she had imagined. All along, she had called him J Chengyang, had refused to address him as Little Uncle J. In the bottom of her heart, she had always resisted and fought this taboo. She had neglected the fact that he was actually someone who belonged to a generation senior to hers. She had neglected that he was the little uncle whom Nuannuan, her friend whom she had grown up with, revered and loved dearly. This was because she had always believed that this secret love she held, this one-sided love, would certainly fade away and disappear as she grew up.

She had previously even envisioned that one day, she would attend J Chengyang’s wedding, and when the guests and his good friends who were coming and going had gotten him drunk, she would tell him, “J Chengyang, I’ve always liked you. Since I was really little, I’ve viewed you as my only aim and idol.”

These were all things that she had thought out already.

But everything had changed.

Everything had begun unfolding and moving in the direction of happiness. She had a tender dependence towards him, had been immersed in this love and relationship that she had never even dared hope for before, and had neglected the very essence of the entire matter. Their generations and seniority were different, and since childhood, their interaction had been like family. He had always been her uncle. But in the end, things had left their control, and they had turned this relationship into one of love that exists between a man and a woman.

For anyone, this change would be one that was difficult to accept, and people would even think in the dirtiest of directions

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The newsstand and buildings around her were long closed already, and there were not many idle people out on the street, either.

Because her emotions earlier on had fluctuated too intensely, J Yi now felt somewhat lightheaded. She tried hard to calm herself. Then, she began searching for the nearest bus stop. As she tilted her head up to look at the sign at the bus stop, tears still swirled in her eyes. Incessantly, she prayed that, as soon as possible, she could find a bus route that would take her home. Luckily, there were many buses in this direction that would go to J Chengyang’s home. Finally, after transferring between two buses, she got off near Jishuitan Bridge.

When she had walked to the little road by the community compound that J Chengyang lived in, suddenly, a vehicle’s headlights shone directly into her face.

A car came to an abrupt stop right in front of her.

J Yi dazedly stood where she was. Against the brilliance of the headlights, she saw J Chengyang get out of the car and, without speaking a word, stride towards her. Anger that he was finding difficult to suppress filled his deep eyes. “Why did you shut off your phone? Why didn’t you call me first and let me know where you were?”

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