Alex was a friend of mine in my childhood. It was because of the relationship
of his father with my uncle that we met. Before their family came back from H.K.,
in the sixties, Alex’s father and my uncle were not only partners in business,
but also close friends.
Their family settled down in Guangzhou afterwards, and Alex’s father entered
a government unit. They were satisfied with their father’s higher salary and a
certain savings brought back from H.K.
Every year when my uncle cameback from H.K., he usually met them and went out
to have a trip together. Alex and I were acquainted with each other at that time.
And we gradually became friends. At the beginning, Alex was bashful like a girl.
His eyes were fair and clear, always lowered with shyness. We were getting along
very well.
One day, while we were talking, my uncle looked at us with smile and said to
me,“Would you mind if Alex become your boy friend?” We were just about eleven
years old, and had accepted an orthodox education. So I was not willing to hear
the theme of a conversation like that, at that time. I got a little angry. I
criticized my uncle who was not like a sinner. He grinned from ear to ear and
wanted to continue the joke. Then I ran away with real anger.
On another occasion, we came back from YueXiu Park by tricycle, and went
to have dinner at PanXi Restaurant. Alex and I followed my uncle and sat on
one tricycle. That day, to show that the spiritual life in the motherland
was better than that in H.K., I wore a red scarf over my white shirt collar.
Alex and I had a carefree talk. The topic included everything. We talked about
our schools and subjects. We talked about the hardships that I came across when
I applied to join the Young Pioneer. About the invisible pressure because of
myfather’s political problem, on the insistence of my grade adviser’s, I
was not allowed to join the Young Pioneer until the end of fourth grade at
primary school. I was proud when I was finally allowed to join the Young Pioneer.
When my uncle saw me so glad and in a high state of excitement, he could not
help saying, “You two are very suited to each other.” This time, Alex was blood
red with shyness and stopped talking at once. I jumped from the tricycle and gave
my uncle one hit, and criticized him. I told him that his capitalist idea was very
serious and that he always thought nothing but these bad thought which were at
sixes and sevens. Uncle laughed heartily. “It is the objective law of the history
development. How come only the capitalists have that?” I was not good at argument,
especially with him. I sat with my back against him, without saying a word, until
we reached the destination.
From then on, each time I met Alex; both of us were not as ease. And it seemed
that we talked less, especially when we faced the elders. When Alex’s mother saw
me, her eyes were full of smiles. She liked to talk with me. And she invited my
mother and me to visit their home.
Then came the “Culture Revolution”. As a “Capitalist of H.K.”, my uncle
almost broke off all relationships with us. Alex and I did not keep in touch from
then on. But I heard of their situation sometimes through the relatives and friends
of mine.
Misfortunes came to their family. It was said that the “Rebels” had arrested
Alex’s father, who had been accused of being the so-called “detective coming from
H.K.” Eventually he died from the persecution. Alex’s mother was jobless and her
health was worse than before. His little sister was weak and often got ill. The
savings that they brought back from H.K. almost ran out, so they only had little to
eat and their life got difficult day by day. Even though as a middle school student,
Alex was forced to Hainan Island to be an “Educated Youth”.
I was forced to Zhanjiang area to be one of the “Educated Youth” at the same
time. This was because I belonged to the “Black Seven” children, considered as
an “Enemy of the Class” by the “Revolution Red Guard”.I felt very upset in
those days, and always thought of the lives of happiness that Alex and I had in
the past, because Alex was the same kind of “person” as me.
At the beginning of these venties, I returned to Guangzhou to see my parents.
I also went to see Alex’s mother. I nearly could not recognize her. She was only
forty years old, but her hair had almost turned grey, and her skin was wrinkled.
I found her hands were thin and weak while she grasped mine. Only her kind eyes
still showed the same charm and gentleness as that in the past time. “My God,
it’s you!” she said, when she saw me, she was overjoyed and said to me at once
warmly, “Alex has come back from Hainan Island.He just went out to buy something
and will be back soon.” She asked me to have lunch with them.
I felt embarrassed by the situation, but wanted to see how Alex had changed.
So I decided to stay there for a while. I was afraid of making them sad, and could
only ask about their latest situation. Alex’s little sister sat closely near her
mother, her glistening eyes were big and pretty, but she said nothing.
An hour later, I stood up and said goodbye to them. Alex’s mother drew me to
her and said, “Don’t go, please, Alex is coming back soon”. I felt awkward from
head to foot when I heard what she said, and insisted that I had to go. Alex’s
mother held my hands and walked a long way with me. She waved to me when I looked
back. She stood there until I left. I felt sad when I saw her grey hair waving in
the wind.
From then on, I did not see Alex’s mother and his sister again, nor have I
met Alex. But their kindness and gentleness stays in my mind, and will never
be forgotten.










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