Hepatitis
It was an old couple. Both of them had their backs hunched slightly. They each sported the same grey hair and ragged clothes. The old lady was clutching onto a walking stick made from bamboo, whereas the old man carried a large haversack on his back. At a glance, one could tell that the seemingly travel-worn and weary old couple were beggars in Zhonghai.
This kind of low-income earners was not uncommon in such a big city like this one. Most people became numb to the sight of themâmany would just ignore or themor pity them from afar.
Right now, the old lady was standing at the entrance of Starbucks. She was staring at an advertisement signboard placed beside the window. A colorful piece of advertisement poster was pasted on top of the signboard.
The advertisement featured a cup of aromatic white mocha and a cup of green tea Frappuccino with tempting white cream on top.
The old ladyâs eyes betrayed a hungry desire for the beverage. The pair of murky eyes on that dry, wrinkled face was lost in a daze.
The old man beside her knew what she wanted. He heaved a heavy sigh and reached out to softly pull his partnerâs hand, then said with resignation, âOnce weâve earned enough money, Iâll be sure to buy one for you to let you have a taste.â
Upon hearing this, the old lady hurriedly shook her head and said, âIâm just looking. I donât really want to drink it. Itâs not worth it.â
âI know youâve got a sweet tooth.â The old man grinned.
The old lady pretended to be angry and reprimanded him, âDonât waste your money. Letâs go.â
The old man had nothing else to say. Although he felt guilty towards his partner, the couple truly didnât have money to spare. It was already rare for them to be able to eat three consistent meals in the city. How would they ever have enough for a drink that costs more than what their meals were worth? Besides, going into the shop would also pose a problem.
Right at that moment, Rose, who had been watching from the side all along, appeared in the path of the old couple. She smiled and said, âGranny, this is for you.â
As she spoke, Rose presented the strawberry lemon juice which she had only taken one sip from before the old ladyâs eyes. She wanted to give it to her.
The old lady was taken aback. She didnât understand why a beautiful young lady would appear out of nowhere and suddenly wanted to give her a drink. Then, she realized. She shook her hands quickly and said, âYoung Lady, thereâs no need. This is too expensive, I canât accept it.â
To the old couple, a drink that cost less than ten dollars a cup was a luxury that they could not afford.
The old man beside her was also touched. âYoung Lady, we appreciate your kindness, but we really canât accept it.â
âJust take it as my act of filial piety towards you, my elders. Please allow a nasty woman like me to do some good in her life. Do me a favor and donât reject this.â Rose ignored the old ladyâs rejection, and forcefully stuffed the drink into the old ladyâs arms.
[TL note: In,?
filial piety
?(Chinese: ć,?
xiĂ o
) is a virtue of respect for oneâs parents, elders, and ancestors.]
The old couple was deeply moved, especially the old lady. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her wrinkled face was filled with joy. Her strong reaction wasnât for the drink that she had been yearning for, but rather, it was for her soul which had been deeply touched.
Both of them were around 60 years old. They were wanderers who moved from place to place begging for enough money to have a meal. They had been despised by many, and had suffered many hardships. If not out of desperation, they would never have chosen to spend their lives in such a pitiful state.
It was as if just when the entire world had forgotten about old people like them, suddenly a lady appeared and gave them a sweet drink with a smile on her face. The kind of consideration that was showed for them was too much for the old lady to handle.
âLady, thank you. But donât go saying things like that. Why would such a kind lady like you need to accumulate any good deeds? That is something done only by vicious people,â the old man said sincerely as he held onto his partner.
Rose smiled weakly, her heart filled with bitterness. If she chose not to bring it up, who wouldâve guessed that she was a leader in the underworld? Who could tell that she was a woman with bloodstained hands? Her actions wouldâve sentenced her to multiple death sentences in this year alone.
Just as Rose was about to say goodbye to the old couple, Yang Chen who had been watching by the side walked over and said, âYou canât give them this drink.â
The old couple and Rose were bewildered. Rose couldnât understand why Yang Chen would oppose to it.
Yang Chen winked at Rose and stepped forward, handing the drink in his own hands to the old man, âI havenât touched my cup yet. Take mine. The one in the old ladyâs hands was already drunk from. Please return it to my woman. She likes it.â
The moment he finished his sentence, not even waiting for the old couple to react, Yang Chen had already stuffed his cup into the old manâs arms, and took back the one that was in the old ladyâs hands.
Rose finally understood what he was doing and smiled. Her eyes glimmered as she stared at Yang Chenâthey were filled with a thick passionate love.
The old couple were speechless at his act. Gratefully, they thanked Yang Chen and Rose repeatedly. They were trembling so much that one couldnât tell whether they were happy or sad.
Yang Chen passed the drink to Rose and said, âLetâs go and find somewhere to eat for dinner.â
With a wide smile, Rose nodded her head. She followed Yang Chen back to the car, whereas the old couple stood behind them waving their bony arms to bid them farewell.
After they got into the car, Rose was still staring out from the window. The old couple was pushing the drink towards each other by the streets.
The old lady wanted to let her husband try the first sip, but the old man insisted that she drank first. They acted as though it was a rare treasure and were afraid to deplete it of its worth.
In the end, the old lady gave in and finally took two sips, then passed it to the old man for him to try.
The old man took a small sip. A smile emerged on his dry, wrinkled face. He nodded, probably to say that it was indeed tasty, then insisted that his partner finish the rest.
Rose saw everything with her eyes. With deep thoughts, she said, âJust look at them. Although they have led difficult lives, at least they have each other forever. And theyâre still so in love with each other even at old age. No matter how tough life gets, being able to look into each otherâs eyes with their kind of love trumps it all.â
âEnvious?â Yang Chen had mixed feelings as well. Instead of starting the car, he just looked out of the window with Rose.
âYes, a little.â Rose softly said, âFor richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish each other for an entire lifetime. Many have spoken these words on their wedding day. But how many of them actually see their vows through to the end?
âI was just thinking, if I can live with you forever, but in return I would have to work a lowly job and earn enough just to live, I would still feel that life is still worth living.â
âYouâre letting your thoughts run wild again. Arenât we together now? I never even thought of ever abandoning you.â Yang Chenâs heart ached for her. He reached out his hand and held on tightly to one of Roseâs slender hands.
Rose turned her head around and looked at Yang Chen apologetically, âSorry, maybe I oversimplify things. Or maybe Iâm not easily content. If we really had to worry about our livelihood, perhaps I wouldnât even be thinking about all this.â
Yang Chen took a deep breath and suddenly snatched over the cup of drink from Roseâs hands. Then he sent the tip of the straw back to Roseâs red lips, saying, âCome, have a sip.â
Rose just assumed that he was trying to cheer her up. So she smiled and took a sip.
Right after she had taken a sip, Yang Chen took the drink back. He, too, bit on the straw and took a sip.
Rose blinked her watery eyes and asked curiously, âHubby, do you want to drink it too? Why donât you just buy another cup?â
Yang Chen placed the drink back into the drink holder in the car and smiled, saying, âWhy? You donât like me using the same straw as you?â
âNo, thatâs not what I mean.â Rose pouted. âI justâ.â
âThen what? Worried that I have a disease? Or do you have a flu and donât want to pass it to me?â Yang Chen asked all at once.
Rose helplessly said, âYou know thatâs not what I mean. I was just thinking that if you like it, we can always buy another cup.â
Yang Chen extended his finger and gently scratched Roseâs tender face. He said, âBabe, Iâm trying to tell you that, even if I canât be like that old man and accompany the women I love all the time, Iâm still willing to share everything I have with you. Whatâs mine is yours, and vice versa.
âEven if you contracted hepatitis, I wouldnât hesitate to share a drink with you. Iâll contract hepatitis with you. If we have anything, weâll share it together. If we donât have anything, then weâll do without it together as well. That simple.â
This manâs casually spoken words made Roseâs lips feel a little dry. Her heart that originally felt slightly desolate was suddenly warm and fuzzy. It made it difficult for her to breathe, yet she was willingly suffocating in it.
âHow can you say something like that? I donât want to contract hepatitis with you.â After a while, Rose finally calmed herself down. She rolled her eyes at Yang Chen shyly.
Yang Chen scratched the back of his head awkwardly. âHey, I was trying my best to be romantic. You didnât even bother to play along, Dummy.â
Rose let out a laugh. She swiftly hit Yang Chen for a few times. âStop teasing me. Letâs hurry up and find something to eat. Iâm hungry. Also, donât call me âdummyâ!â
âAlrighty, letâs go, Dummy!â