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Fanyi Why would your brother be worried I was ill?<br />
Chong Mom!<br />
Ping Are you better?<br />
Fanyi Thank you, I just came downstairs.<br />
Ping Oh, I was going to leave for the mine tomorrow.<br />
Fanyi Oh. (stops) That's very nice. —When will you be returning?<br />
Ping It's not certain, maybe two years, maybe three. Oh, how is this room so<br />
muggy?<br />
Chong <strong>The</strong> window's already open. —I think, there's probably going to be a big<br />
rainstorm coming.<br />
Fanyi (stops a moment) What will you do at the mine?<br />
Chong Mom, you forgot, Brother specialized in mining science.<br />
Fanyi Is that the reason, Ping?<br />
Ping (takes the newspaper and reads it, covering himself) I couldn't say, it seems<br />
like I've lived in this house too long. I'm getting really bothered by it.<br />
Fanyi (smiles) I'm afraid it might be because you're a coward.<br />
Ping What do you mean?<br />
Fanyi This room was haunted, you've forgotten.<br />
Ping I didn't forget. But I've come to loathe living here.<br />
Fanyi (laughs) If I were you, I would loathe everyone here, and I would leave this<br />
dead place, too.<br />
Chong Mom, I don't want you to talk like that.<br />
Ping (sullenly) Hah, I don't even hate myself enough, so I how should hate other<br />
people? —(sighs) Little brother, you should go to your room. (stands)<br />
[<strong>The</strong> study door opens.<br />
Chong Don't go, this is probably Dad coming.<br />
[Sounds from inside: (the study door is half open, Zhou Puyuan enters, says<br />
with half his body hanging inside the door) I mean we should do it like this,<br />
no problem, great, goodbye, I won't see you out.<br />
[<strong>The</strong> door opens, and Zhou Puyuan enters. He is about 50 or 60, his temples<br />
already whitening, and he wears oval, gold-framed glasses, and a pair of<br />
black, hawk-like eyes flash beneath them. Like all characters that started their<br />
own business, his dignity before his descendents seems particularly<br />
formidable. <strong>The</strong> clothing he wears is still the new clothing from twenty years<br />
ago: a large, official-style cotton jacket, beneath which is a white silk shirt.<br />
<strong>The</strong> collar of the long gown is loosely buttoned, exposing the flesh of his<br />
neck. His clothing smoothly fits his body, and is tidy, without dirt. He is a<br />
little fat, and his back is slightly bent. His face is pale, his jowls sag, and his<br />
eye sockets are a little sunken. His pupils have brilliance flashing within them,<br />
yet he often shuts his eyes in exhaustion. His face brings many years of<br />
worldly experience and weariness. <strong>The</strong>re is a kind of cold, threatening light in<br />
his eyes, and an occasional cold smile on the corners of his lips, and you can<br />
see his everyday imperiousness, self-conceitedness, and stubbornness. <strong>The</strong><br />
arrogance and rashness from his youth have already been covered by the deep<br />
wrinkles on his face, and not a single trace of them can be found. Only his<br />
salt-and-pepper hair still preserves the elegance of bygone days, shiny and