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This story will, of course, be featuring:
our beauty queen, Su Jixiang (vicks)
our handsome heartthrob Zhu Ge Xiao Pen (alec)
the very funny old man Su San (unknown)
the very strict old lady, Li Nai Nai (oso unknown)(zhu man fang? sorry, my
chinese isn't fantastic)
another old man, the 'housekeeper', Su Zong
a very stupid and dumbo secretary whom i dislike immensely in some parts of the
show, Wu You Li, because after some touching part he always emerges in the next
scene with some idiotic grin...it's annoying and amusing!!
Fong Ya Shi, a very sweet young lady who USED to like Xiao Pen
characters who live with Jixiang in the same house:
Luo Puo, a guy who's forever having more and more
'sexy' 'secretaries'
Mi Mi, Lu Lu, Fei Fei and Judy, his secretaries and bimbos, by the way
Li Ming Hua, Li Nai Nai's daughter-in-law, who's such a sweetie
her cute, funny, sharp, know-it-all daughter Li Hai Yan, who's a television
freak
Ah Qing, who's forever running after her hen-pecked husband
San Xian, her hen-pecked husband
“When will you be getting married?” Hai Yan said in a complaining voice.
Jixiang smiled. “Oh, soon,” she said, fingering the hem of her dress. Hai Yan sighed and shook her head. “You adults are all the same. Last time when Xiao Pen Ge Ge asked you to marry him, his grandfather came and spoilt everything. Then the next time you tried to get married you found out that you were ‘tang xiong mei’ (I don’t know how to translate). Now aren’t you anxious to get married immediately? Why do you keep taking your own sweet time about it?”
“My dear little busybody, for your information, we will be getting married in a month’s time. You may design my wedding gown and put up all the decorations if you want,” Jixiang said half-sarcastically. She got up and left a gaping Hai Yan. The moment she stepped out of the room she smiled unconsciously. Her life had been a dream since Xiao Pen came back. She hurried down the stairs and out of the big house, eager to see Xiao Pen again even though they had been apart for only a few hours.
She ran across the basketball court and was about to ring the doorbell when someone called her. “Jixiang!” with a delighted smile, she looked up to see Xiao Pen’s head popping out of the upstairs window. “Just had to see you!” she called up to him. “Quick, open the door!”
Xiao Pen’s head disappeared like a flash and in no time the door was open. “Hey,” Xiao Pen said, taking up her hand which wore a beautiful gleaming ring on the fourth finger. “Am I so attractive that you must see me every minute of the day?” he teased.
“Actually,” said Jixiang, putting on an innocent face, “all I wanted to do was to pull you out of the house to search for my wedding gown.”
Xiao Pen smiled indulgently at her. “Well, before you go, I still have some drawings I want to complete. It’s either you go by yourself or you stay here and wait.”
Jixiang sighed and relented. “Ok, ok, I’ll stay here with you.”
Holding hands, they made their way up to Xiao Pen’s room which was full of drawings and pieces of paper stuck on the walls. Jixiang examined the drawings while Xiao Pen took out sheets of blank paper and began to draw. “Xiao Pen?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you sure you want to get married so quickly?”
Xiao Pen looked up from his drawings and stared suspiciously at Jixiang, who avoided his gaze. “Yes,” he said firmly. “I won’t postpone the marriage again, Jixiang. Who knows what might happen? There’s no way you’re going to persuade me to delay it.”
Jixiang, who had expected this answer, sighed a little and went over to him. She hugged him from behind and put her chin on his shoulder. “What’s the matter?” Xiao Pen asked, putting down his pencil and stroking her hair.
“Nothing…it’s just that…I have a feeling that something horrible will happen – like you’ll leave me or something,” Jixiang replied, rubbing her head against his neck. He laughed and took hold of her hands. “That will never happen! Don’t be silly. I love you so much, how could I ever bear to leave you?”
Jixiang decided not to say anymore, but she continued to feel very troubled.
“Ok,” Jixiang said, busily dialing on her mobile.
After fifteen minutes, a Mercedes drew up. “There it is,” Xiao Pen said in supreme satisfaction. “Thanks for your assistance,” he said to the salesgirl, who simpered and blushed. The chauffer stepped out of the car holding an umbrella which was evidently meant for them. Xiao Pen took Jixiang’s hand and together they walked out of the store. “What a storm!” Jixiang said loudly to Xiao Pen. “I have never seen anything like it!” Xiao Pen agreed and held out the door of the car for Jixiang.
The two of them dried themselves as the chauffer got into the front seat and pressed on the accelerator. “Are you ok?” Xiao Pen asked Jixiang concernedly. She smiled and laid her head on his shoulder. She had been having troubled feelings all day. She couldn’t really tell why; she just had them. Xiao Pen put his arms round her and laid his head on hers. I wish I could be in your arms forever, she thought.
Suddenly, the car stalled. “What’s the matter?” Xiao Pen asked the driver, who was trying his best to restart the engine. “I don’t know, sir. I think I’d better step outside and see what’s the matter,” he replied. “I’ll go with you. Jixiang, stay here and don’t move.”
Jixiang sat in the car, watching worriedly as Xiao Pen and the chauffer lifted up the bonnet. Immediately smoke rose from the engine. “Oh no, the car has overheated!” she groaned inwardly. “Do we have any water stored in the car?” She gathered from the driver’s alarmed expression that they did not. What were they going to do now? She watched the two men’s faces closely. The driver was saying something, and Xiao Pen nodded quickly, handing him the umbrella. Then he returned to the car. “The car has overheated,” he said. “Xiao Dong will be back with some water.”
It was getting very stuffy in the car, and Jixiang was getting overheated too. “I need to go out for some fresh air,” she said. Xiao Pen stared doubtfully at her. “Do you think you should go outside? It’s raining very heavily.”
“I’ll be fine! I’m not as weak as all that!” Jixiang said indignantly. She took an umbrella and opened the door of the car. At once wind rushed in and the car was freezing. Xiao Pen followed Jixiang out and slammed the car door behind him. “What a storm!” Jixiang exclaimed in delight. “As a young child, I’ve always loved rain! I remember my friends and I would play in the water when we were just up to our mothers’ knees. Of course, they would catch terrible flu’s later on…but I never did. I don’t know why! Maybe I had a charmed life back then.” She smiled and looked at the large drops of rain. It was getting colder and colder, and she was only wearing a tank top, but she didn’t mind. Memories of her childhood were very vivid.
“Here comes Xiao Dong,” said Xiao Pen in tones of obvious relief. “Get into the car, Jixiang, please. I don’t want you to catch a cold.”
Jixiang went obediently enough, for she was starting to feel very cold. Even though she was back in the stuffy car she continued to feel very cold, and by the time they reached home she was almost shivering. She was very glad to get into the warmth of her bed.
The next day, however, she was warm enough. Hai Yan was sent running to the Su house to inform them that Jixiang jiejie was down with influenza and high fever.
When the doctor arrived, he looked quite serious when the examination was over and told them that Jixiang’s attack of influenza was very grave. “She may recover in a month’s time,” he added, “if you will take good care of her. However, if left uncared for, she might die.” Everyone was startled at this. Jixiang…die? Of influenza? How could influenza have such terrible consequences?
Immediately Jixiang was given the best care anyone could ever give an invalid, but even so she refused to repair under their painstaking efforts. Xiao Pen was almost driven crazy by the fact that her temperature absolutely refused to drop.
One night her fever soared to such tremendous heights that they were forced to send her to hospital. Xiao Pen and Su San followed her to the hospital, both very worried about her. So did Ming Hua. They sat in the waiting room, anxious and tired, Xiao Pen so distraught that he could scarcely think straight.
For two days no news of Jixiang was brought to their ears. Then on the third day, a doctor walked into the waiting room and called out, “Mr Su?”
“I am he,” said Su San, leaping up with Xiao Pen and approaching the doctor. “How is my granddaughter?” he stared worriedly at the doctor, who didn’t look very happy. “I’m afraid she has gone into a coma,” he said gravely. “For the past two days she has been having extremely high fever, and now her body has to shut down to repair itself. I do not think there is any danger, so please do not worry.”
Please do not worry…! How could they not worry when Jixiang was in a coma? Xiao Pen walked away from the doctor in frustration and stared out of the hospital windows into the silent, dark night. For all he knew, Jixiang might remain in a coma for the rest of her life. How was he supposed to continue living if she lay in that bed in a comatose state? He groaned and leaned his head on his hand, wanting to charge into the hospital room and BEG her to wake up.
Then someone put a hand on his shoulder, and he turned round to see Su San. “Don’t worry, Xiao Pen,” he said, his own face lined with worry. “The doctor says we’ll be able to see her tomorrow. She’ll wake up soon.”
“I really hope so, grandpa,” Xiao Pen said with a short, hard laugh. “I really hope so.”
He sat down by the bedside and fondled her white cheeks, gazing at her sadly. “I love you,” he said in a low voice. “You have to wake up. Please wake up.” He leaned forward and placed his lips on her cheek. “Please wake up,” he said against her cheek. His eyes closed and a tear fell from beneath his eyelids.
When he took away his lips, he touched her hand again and then held it tightly in his own. “Come on, Jixiang, you can do it. Move your finger,” he urged. “I know you can hear me. Move your finger. Please.” His voice was almost cracking with emotion and strain. Only four days and he was so tattered inside. What if this went on for months? How was he supposed to survive? He pressed her hand desperately, hoping fervently for some slight movement to tell him that she was going to wake up soon.
Suddenly his head shot up. He stared disbelievingly at
her hand. He could have sworn that he felt her little finger move…but then, he
reasoned, perhaps he had been wishing for her so much to move her finger that he
imagined it. But…impossible! It had been so real! It couldn’t have been a
figment of his imagination. “Do it again,” he said breathlessly. “Jixiang,
do it again! You can do it!” He watched her hand closely, never taking his
eyes off it.
It moved. Her little finger actually moved. Like an arrow he was out of his seat
and calling for a doctor.
Ten minutes later, Jixiang’s eyelashes fluttered and her eyes opened. She stared blankly at all the faces looking down at her, her expression puzzled. “Oh good,” said the doctor. “You’re awake!”
Xiao Pen sprang forward. “She’s awake?” he cried. He ran up to her and leaned over her. “Jixiang, you’re awake!” he said, his voice almost coming out in a sob. “You’re awake,” he said, holding her tightly and closing his eyes. He had never felt so relieved in his entire life. Thank God. Thank God that Jixiang was alive. In a fortnight’s time she would probably be discharged. Everything would be fine.
“Get her some water,” said the doctor, and a nurse came forward almost instantly with a glass of water. She held it to Jixiang’s parched lips, and Jixiang took it eagerly. Then, when she had drunk all she wanted to drink, she raised her head and looked confusedly at all of them.
She said the worst, most incredulous thing possible.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“Mr Zhu Ge, I propose that you leave for a moment,” said the doctor gravely. “We have to do a checkup on her.” He nodded to a nurse, who hurried Xiao Pen from the room out into the brightly-lit passageway. Su San, who was sitting there with Wu You Li, rose eagerly when he came out; however, Xiao Pen’s worried and downcast look chased away all hope. “What is the matter? Is Jixiang all right?” Su San asked worriedly.
“She seems to have lost her memory,” Xiao Pen said, heaving a big sigh. “She asked me who I was.”
There was a pause in which Su San and You Li exchanged agonized looks and Xiao Pen sat down heavily on one of those uncomfortable chairs which make your buttocks so cold after having sat on them for a few seconds. “She asked you who you were?” Su San echoed, totally bewildered. “But why should she do something like that?”
“I know as much as you do,” Xiao Pen retorted. “I was chased out of the room by a nurse.”
Later on they learned from the doctor that Jixiang, having gone through such a tremendous fever, had lost her memory. The doctor did not know how long it would take for her to regain her memory back, but he believed that it could be done. “I have told her what her name is,” he said, “and that you, Mr Zhu Ge, is her friend. At present, that is all she knows.”
Jixiang was discharged two weeks later, and nearly everyone turned up at the hospital to take her back home. She could not remember any of them, of course, but kept on nodding and smiling as they introduced themselves to her. While she was being borne out of the hospital by Hai Yan and Xiao Pen, Ah Qing nudged San Xian as they walked. “Don’t you think Jixiang might have remembered Xiao Pen?” she said in a loud whisper. “At least she should have done that.” San Xian tried to lower her volume, but she continued in her ‘whisper’ until Li Nai Nai (I shall continue to call her this) turned and silenced her with a glare.
There was a tall, athletic young man standing by the gate, looking at the hospital. As the party walked past him he couldn’t help but notice Jixiang, who looked exceedingly pretty that day. Jixiang, too, turned her head and looked at him, and there was an instant bond between them. He’s so handsome, Jixiang thought, and her heart began to thud dangerously in her chest.
Xiao Pen noticed an aloofness in Jixiang’s attitude towards him and grew increasingly worried and afraid. What if she refuses to go on with the wedding? He wondered to himself. What will I do then? What can I do to bring her memory back? In order to do this, he brought Jixiang to all their favourite haunts…but nothing came back. When he asked her to try and remember, she closed her eyes, frowned, opened her eyes, looked around, and shook her head with a sad smile. Xiao Pen was almost running out of ideas and patience. Hai Yan also tried by bringing her to the kitchen and introducing all the pots and pans to her…but to no avail. Ming Hua got her to play some tunes on the piano, but it was useless too. Jixiang could remember absolutely nothing.
In the end, Jixiang made a decision. She thought over it and tried to think of another way out, but could think of nothing.
Xiao Pen was extremely worried. Ever since Jixiang left the hospital, she had been totally unlike her former self, but today she seemed particularly quiet. “Are you all right?” he ventured to ask.
Jixiang took a deep breath and steadied her voice. “Xiao Pen, I’m sorry. I can’t marry someone I don’t know anything about so…” she looked away from the anguish in Xiao Pen’s eyes. “Sorry,” she said lamely. “I can’t marry you.”
Xiao Pen blinked once or twice, scarcely believing what he was hearing. She…wanted to break off their engagement? How could this be? He reached out to grasp her hand desperately, but her hand slipped out of his like an eel. “I’m sorry,” she repeated. “Honestly, I really am. But I just don’t know you. It’s like asking me to marry a stranger…I can’t do it.”
“You could get to know me!” Xiao Pen cried, wrecked
with pain and fear. “Don’t leave me, Jixiang, don’t leave me! You must
remember…you WILL remember in time! Don’t break up with me now…you’re
breaking my heart, you know that?”
Jixiang looked at him helplessly, not knowing what to say.
“You can’t leave me,” Xiao Pen whispered. “What am I supposed to do
without you? Wasn’t the three years separation enough? Must we part again?”
He was at the verge of tears. I can’t cry, he thought. I want so much to
cry…but I can’t cry in front of her. Oh heaven, Jixiang, don’t leave
me…please! He had millions of things he needed to say to her, but he could
only stare at her, begging her…pleading her not to leave him.
Jixiang didn’t know what to do.
She decided to leave the basketball court and walk around for a while. How stifling everything was here! Everyone was so interested in each other’s affairs, no one let her have any privacy, so many people crowded into one house! Jixiang wondered how she could have managed to live like that in the past, for Ming Hua had told her that she had been living with them for years.
She was so preoccupied in her thoughts that it came as a shock when she looked up and saw a bicycle coming straight at her.
With a scream, Jixiang sidestepped and crashed into a wall. The bicycle stopped and the cyclist said concernedly, “Are you ok, miss?”
Jixiang, breathing hard, glanced up at him and looked straight into the eyes of the young man she had seen at the hospital. Her eyes widened and she stood very still, wondering if she was seeing correctly. The cyclist got off the bike and held out his hand to her, his eyes twinkling warmly. “Hi. Didn’t I see you at the hospital a few weeks ago?” he asked cordially.
He had remembered her! Jixiang smiled and nodded, not trusting herself to speak. How incredibly handsome he looked…
“I’m Wong Lee Hom,” he introduced. (in all honesty, I don’t much like lee hom’s looks) “What about you?”
“Jixiang,” was all Jixiang said.
Lee Hom nodded. “Nice name! Jixiang, why don’t we go out for lunch together? It’s not even twelve-thirty yet,” he said. “I’ll treat you, and we will be able to get to know each other better. What do you say?”
Jixiang nodded happily.
Xiao Pen gasped and turned livid when he saw Jixiang walking into the basketball court with a stranger, arms linked. Her companion was evidently telling a joke of some sort for she was laughing. Xiao Pen turned away from the window, feeling sick. Why did fate have to be so cruel to him and Jixiang?
Jixiang looked up and saw Xiao Pen standing with his back facing the window. A strange look came across her face and she hesitated before saying to Lee Hom, “Thanks for the great day out. It was very enjoyable.”
“Do you need me to walk you to your room?” Lee Hom asked, smiling genially at her. She shook her head and smiled back. “No thanks, you have done quite enough for me already. I hope to see you soon.” They made plans for going out again the next day, and then Lee Hom took his leave. Jixiang put her hands in her jeans pocket and walked round the basketball court again. She could understand what Xiao Pen was going through. She wished heartily that she had not lost her memory in the first place.
She sat down and read the two huge words ‘bu hui’ which were about to fade soon. Frowning, she tried her best to remember what had happened then. Suddenly a sharp pain shot through her head and she cried out.
*Flashback*
“Jixiang, look at that. I saw that Su Xiao Pen ‘writing’ these two words this morning,” Li Nai Nai said. “Do you think he could have written this for you to see?”
“No…! No, why should he?”
“Yes, why should he? He lives so near us, a telephone call would do…why should he write these big words for you to read?” Li Nai Nai, thus coming to her own conclusion, felt far more comfortable.
*End of flashback*
Jixiang’s head shot up. That was a memory flashback! She stared at the big words. Yes, Xiao Pen had written them…but WHY? Why had he written them? What had she done to him?
Her headache was still very painful, and she held her head in her hands as she got up and stood staring at the words. “Jixiang.” She turned round to see Xiao Pen standing behind her, his face very white. “What’s the matter? Is your head hurting you?” he asked in deep concern.
“I just…remembered something,” Jixiang faltered. “You were the one who wrote these words, weren’t you?”
Xiao Pen nodded, his eyes huge. “You remembered?” he asked in disbelief.
“Yes. I felt this sharp pain in my head, and then I remembered this.” Jixiang pointed to the ‘bu hui’.
Xiao Pen grew unbelievably excited. “Then…come with me, quick!” he said, reaching out and grabbing her hand. He pulled her up to his room, and let her stand in the centre, staring at the drawings on the walls. “Do you remember anything?”
The pain grew worse, and tears filled Jixiang’s eyes, but…
*Flashback*
“Jixiang! What are you doing?” Xiao Pen asked, annoyed.
“I’m drawing!” Jixiang said innocently.
“Can’t you stop drawing your pigs? You’re going to ruin my walls!” Xiao Pen said angrily, snatching up the red paint and trying to cover up the drawing. “Look, the paint have mixed together already! Stop spoiling the walls! I spent so much time painting them!”
“Hey, I spent time painting them too!”
“Jixiang, stop it! What is Ye Ye going to say when he finds out about this?”
“When Ye Ye finds out he’ll just love me more!”
Just then the door opened and Su San walked in with Su Zhong and Wu You Li. Xiao Pen, in a fright, stuttered, “Ye Ye…don’t be angry…Jixiang, she…”
“Hey! These drawings are really good!” Su San said approvingly. “I must say your drawing has improved!”
“Ye Ye, it was me who drew them, it was me,” Jixiang said excitedly.
“It was? Wow!” Su Zhong and Wu You Li added their praises to the ‘lovely’ drawings, and then the three men walked out of the room. Xiao Pen couldn’t help a half-smile, but regained a serious expression the moment they left the room. Then Jixiang dragged him to a wall and began to draw his outline.
*End of flashback*
Xiao Pen took Jixiang’s hand and made her sit down. “Are you all right? You’re so pale!” he said anxiously.
“I’m all right…I remembered!” Jixiang said breathlessly. She told him what she had recalled, and he listened closely. “Jixiang, I think everything is going to come back to you soon!” he said in delight, putting his arm round her.
*Flashback*
“All right. I’ll wait with you.”
“Really?” Jixiang looked at him in surprise.
“I’ll accompany you no matter how long you want to wait.”
Jixiang held out her little finger with a grin, and they linked their fingers together as a form of promise. “How long is this promise for?” she asked, laying her head on his shoulder and looking at him curiously.
Xiao Pen leaned his head on hers. “Ten thousand years,” he replied.
“Loving you for ten thousand years?” Jixiang laughed.
*End of flashback*
She had actually remembered!
Jixiang stared at the pathway, littered with trees on both sides. It was indeed a beautiful place.
*Flashback*
Jixiang turned to see the familiar face of the person she had been thinking about and missing crazily for the past three years. Was it him? Could it be him? Then, slowly, he took off his sunglasses and looked at her. She could feel the nerves in her body tingling and the hot tears rising up to her eyes.
“Miss, please continue.”
She took a deep breath and steadied herself. “I want you to know,” she said, her eyes never leaving his face, “that in this world there will always be someone who will be waiting for you. No matter what the time is…no matter where you are…you can be sure that there is such a person.” Eyes locked with his, she saw the smile which consisted both of happiness and pain combined curling up the corners of his mouth. She smiled back in reply and tears fell from her eyes.
*End of flashback*
Xiao Pen, too, was remembering that emotional moment. Tears came into his eyes as he thought about it, then about the first time they had met. He had been expecting a fat middle-aged lady from Hai Yan’s account of her ‘ah yi’, and had SO not been expecting a beautiful young woman dressed in white. The second he had seen her he had fallen in love with her – and that love had strengthened through the years of testing and trials.
“But Xiao Pen…” Jixiang’s voice interrupted him.
“Yes?” he asked, turning round to look at her.
“There’s Lee Hom…” she swallowed hard. “I…can’t be so unfair to him, Xiao Pen. He likes me a lot.”
Xiao Pen scowled. I can’t even ask for a happy life with her, he thought bitterly. Why does it have to be so difficult just to be with her? “There’s just one more place I want to take you to before we go back home,” he said, dodging what she had said. “Come with me.”
The old house where the fight between him and Liu Hai…the time when he had been forced to express his love for Jixiang, the time when Ya Shi had been spilled with the ‘acid’. The memories came back to him more vividly than ever as he took in the surroundings with a sad, melancholy smile. How far they had gone since then. It seemed eons and eons ago…
Jixiang stood motionless, her eyes travelling from one object to another. And in a flash, everything came back to her. Her childhood, her transplant to Shanghai, the families in the old house, the arrival of Xiao Pen, the betrayal of Liu Hai, the third party Ya Shi, the interfering grandpa, the terrifying moments of thinking they were first cousins, the long separation, the time when he came back to her…everything was revealed to her and she clutched at Xiao Pen, dizzy with the memories. “I remember everything!” she said breathlessly. “I remember everything.”
Xiao Pen gasped and held her tight. “Everything?” he repeated in astonishment.
“Everything!” Jixiang said, nodding vigorously. “My whole life…” she stared up at him, her eyes glittering with tears. Yes…his handsome, well-beloved face was familiar to her again. He was her fiancé, her love, her soulmate. How could she ever have forgotten him and thought herself in love with…Lee Hom?
Jixiang shrank back. “I’m sorry, Lee Hom, but I’ve been through so much with Xiao Pen, and he loves me so much that to leave him would be 1000 times more unfair than leaving you,” she said firmly. “I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you in any way, but I can’t help it.” She released herself gently and walked away from him, not trusting herself to look too long at his face.
* * *
Xiao Pen watched closely from his upstairs window. Jixiang stood in the middle of the basketball court and looked up at him. The two of them stared at each other for a long while, then suddenly a bright smile burst out on Jixiang’s face. Xiao Pen left the window and came running down to her.
“I’m so sorry for having hurt you like that, Xiao Pen,” Jixiang said, taking both his hands in hers and looking at him seriously and lovingly. “Not in a million years would Lee Hom or Liu Hai or any other guy measure up to you in my heart. Never.”
Xiao Pen’s eyes glowed and he held her hands even tighter. “I know that,” he replied, “and I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Xiao Pen held her close in his arms, thanking God that she was restored back to him. The journey towards being with her had been toilsome; he had met with countless obstacles; but at the end she was still his, and that was something to be grateful for.
As Jixiang felt the pressure and warmth of Xiao Pen’s arms, she closed her eyes and mutely promised herself that no matter what, she was never going to leave him again. Not for anyone…not even if the earth broke apart and the sea dried up. Because she belonged to him and him to her; no one ever belonged to each other as much as the two of them.
And from every window, faces looked out at the couple embracing, and hearts were warmed. In the future, the story of the love between Zhu Ge Xiao Pen and Su Jixiang would be constantly repeated in little Hai Yan’s family – and couples would be touched and strengthened by that story – as Su Xiao Pen and Jixiang were by Li Mei and Su San.
Jixiang and Xiao Pen believed it with all their hearts. Throughout their married life they never failed to be there for one another, and although there were obstacles and countless little arguments, their love remained always in all its freshness and sweetness.
The Moon Represents My HeartYou asked me how deeply I love you
How limitless is my love?
My love is deep; my love is real
The moon represents my heart
You asked me how deeply I love you
How limitless is my love?
Go and see; go and think;
The moon represents my heart
A light kiss has already touched my heart
The deep love has taught me until today
You asked me how deeply I love you
How limitless is my love?
Go and see; go and think;
The moon represents my heart
