It seems that this place were ultra-quiet again? My last post was posted in April, 2016?
No, lately I am quite busy, busy writing a story that only entertain myself. As one gets older, one needs something to exercise one’s brain. Many old people play cards, chess or puzzles etc. Certainly, many people just simply read. I read, but also write stories (in Chinese).
When I was young, I had a dream to be a writer or a journalist as many other kids did (and do). BUT, a dream is only a dream. Priority goes, one has to have food on the table and a roof over the head first. We are human, our biologic requires us to eat, sleep, and…poop. So, I gave up my dreams in order to mobilize my best ability to get food and a shelter. For years, I did my best to provide myself, then my family food and shelter. Now, I am getting old approaching the retirement age, once again, I picked up my own dream to be a writer.
My story is really not for anyone else. I do not care of whether anyone read it. As a young kid, I used to construct stories out of my own imaginations. Those stories were naive, sometimes quite silly. Thus, I never told my stories to anyone else in order to avoid embarrassments. Now, I have passed my prime, I have been ‘insulted’ by people who think they knew the best many times one way or another. Thus, my skin seems thicker. Here, a story that is only to entertain myself. I enjoy writing it very much.
Someone once asked me what I was writing. I am writing about a young kid grows up somewhere in the middle of China. He is not a poor kid, instead, he is a materially rich kid. He is an illegitimate child of his father, however the only male decedent of his blood-line. His father himself had many issues with the rest of extended family due to the inheritance. To protect their inheritance, both father and the child chose hiding in a little town pretending they were Taoist priests. The thing is that this child does have some extraordinary abilities to understand people. He has very strong ESP (extrasensory perception, such as “I can see ghosts” etc). This makes him a ‘little fairy’, at least, in the eyes of ordinary peasants in a closely knitted countryside community.
Here is the key points of the story: 1. A fraction of Taoism called 全真, which means ‘truly pure’. To be a ‘Truly Pure’ priest, one should never drink alcohol, no marriage, a vegan etc. But, the kid loves lattes and cheese burgers. Does a cup of latte or a cheese burger makes him not pure? 2. This kid is an interracial kid, so he does look a bit of exotic to many Chinese. But, he can’t speak any other languages than Mandarin; 3. The kid has an extraordinary IQ, but he hates schools. He is a delinquent student who really likes nothing else, but Kong-Fu. 4. The only person who can ‘leash’ him is his father, but his father is a happy-go-lucky Taoist. Psychologically speaking, the kid is afraid of his father. His father knows that his son is a paranormal psychic. Deep-down, he himself is afraid of his son.
The last point makes the story a bit of tricky. How can an unconcerned father lead a ESP son not falling into the dark-side in the modern China?
To make the story readable, I am exercising my brain daily:)
Here, it is my story if you can read in Chinese (simplified)