Cao Yu's The Thunderstorm - Triceratops Home
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Puyuan Come back here.<br />
Chong Dad.<br />
Puyuan You tell your mother, I've already asked Dr. Ke from Germany to come<br />
examine her.<br />
Chong Didn't Mom already take your medicine?<br />
Puyuan In my opinion, your mother's mental state isn't normal. She seems fairly sick.<br />
(turns head to Ping) I think you're the same way.<br />
Ping Dad, I'd like to go rest a while.<br />
Puyuan No, don't go. I've got things to say to you. (to Chong) You tell her, Dr. Ke is<br />
a famous expert on neurological diseases, and I met him in Germany. When<br />
he comes, tell her he must see her. Did you hear me?<br />
Chong I heard. (walks two steps) Dad, is that all?<br />
Puyuan Go upstairs.<br />
[Chong exits from the dining room.<br />
Puyuan (turns towards Sifeng) Sifeng, I remember I told you before that if you don't<br />
have a reason to be in this room, you should leave.<br />
Sifeng Yes, Master. (also exits from dining room)<br />
[Lit Gui enters from study.<br />
Gui (looking at the Master, seemingly forced, seems unable to speak) M-m-mmaster.<br />
<strong>The</strong>—the guest is here!<br />
Puyuan Oh, please bring him to the guest hall first.<br />
Gui Yes, Master. (Gui exits)<br />
Puyuan Why is this window open?<br />
Ping My brother and I opened it.<br />
Puyuan Well close it. (wiping his glasses) I don't want the servants coming and going<br />
from this room as they please, I've prepared for a guest to rest here in a while.<br />
Ping Alright.<br />
Puyuan (wiping his glasses, looking at the Zhou compound's furniture) Most of the<br />
furniture in this room are things that your birth mother liked. I moved from<br />
the south to the north—I don't know how many times I've moved—and I was<br />
never willing to give them up. (puts his glasses back on, coughs) <strong>The</strong> way this<br />
room is set up now, I wish it looked the way it was thirty years ago. That way<br />
it would give comfort to my eyes. (paces to the front of the table, looks at the<br />
photographs) Your birth mother always liked to have the windows closed in<br />
the summer.<br />
Ping (forcing a laugh) But Dad, if you want to remember Mother there's no need<br />
to-<br />
Puyuan (suddenly raises his head) I've heard that you're doing something that you<br />
should be ashamed of.<br />
Ping (startled) W-what?<br />
Puyuan (softly walks to stand in front of Ping) Did you know what you're doing now<br />
is embarrassing to your father? Moreover—(stops)—it's embarrassing to your<br />
mother?<br />
Ping (at a loss) Dad.