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It couldn’t possibly be a ghost that caused such great delight. So I also licked my finger, poked a hole in the rice paper, and looked.
To my surprise, a man and a woman, completely naked, lay together on the floor. The man was moving on top of the woman – sometimes like a fish caught on a hook, sometimes a bird flying against the wind – exactly as described in TheArt of Love by Master Mysterious Hole. Now the woman seemed to be struggling under the man’s pressure and thrusts. Although in the dark I couldn’t clearly see her face, from her slaughtering-the-pig cry, I was sure she was in great pain. I had to press my hand tightly against my mouth to stop from exclaiming. Strangely enough, though frightened, I felt my heart beating faster, my ears and cheeks burning, and heat crawling up from between my legs. I nudged Spring Moon, but she kept waving a dismissive hand.
The wrestling and moaning went on and on until suddenly the man let out a sharp cry. After that, he went limp on the woman’s body.
Oh, my heaven, he must have given up his soul!
I nudged Spring Moon, then placed my hand against my throat and made a slaughtering gesture. Again, she waved her hand impatiently. Now the man, as if awakening from a slumber, rolled over to lie beside the woman. The two were now facing each other, with the woman’s back toward us. The man started to fondle her breasts very gently. The woman let out small moans but made no move to stop him.
Just then an insect – a butterfly I supposed – probably flew in from the window (the other one facing the courtyard), and began to hover above the couple. The woman instantly sat up and tried to catch the dancing creature. It was then that I saw her face.
I covered my mouth and tried very hard not to call out.
Pearl!
I turned to look at Spring Moon and found that she was doing the same with her mouth. Moments passed before she shoved me out of the corridor. When we’d finally groped our way out of the temple and found ourselves in the garden, we broke into a run.
When we were safely back in Spring Moon’s room, she pointed to my trousers and said excitedly, ‘Xiang Xiang, look, your trousers are wet.’
I turned, snatched up my trousers, and examined them. ‘It’s the dew.’
‘Yes,’ she chuckled, ‘but the dew from your golden gate.’
9 (#ulink_ee256b57-6433-5819-9646-02f978c57732)
The Art of Pleasing (#ulink_ee256b57-6433-5819-9646-02f978c57732)
One week later, five days before my ‘big day,’ Pearl invited me to go to her room for some last-minute advice on stirring the clouds and rain.
Once I sat down, she threw me a sharp glance. ‘Xiang Xiang, you better be ready for your Big Master Fung when he comes to chop your melon. Don’t screw up your first time, otherwise you’ll be in big, big trouble. Not only will Mama and De punish you, so will Big Master Fung, since he’s paid a lot.’
Pearl went on to tell me that if some customers were dissatisfied with the sister’s service, they’d ‘smash the cave’ – wrecking the prostitution house – and the poor sister had to pay for all the losses.
Some silence, then I remembered the haunted garden and blushed deeply.
‘What is it, Xiang Xiang?’
I felt as if a firefly were caught in my throat.
‘Is there something you want to ask me?’
Finally I was able to manage, in a whisper, ‘Sister Pearl, was … the man in the garden … Jiang Mou?’
She cocked an eye at me. ‘Xiang Xiang, be careful what you say! No one can find out.’
I nodded. ‘Did you let me and Spring Moon see you on purpose?’
She smiled, looking very mysterious under the yellowish light of her bejewelled lamp.
‘So do you love Jiang Mou?’ I took her silence as yes. ‘Then why don’t you marry him and leave Peach Blossom?’
‘Because he’s poor and he’s already married.’ Pearl sighed, her fingers caressing her luminous jade bracelet. ‘Don’t think about love, Xiang Xiang. Love never lasts; think about pleasure.’
‘But that doesn’t last either.’
‘But unlike love, it won’t bring pain afterwards.’ She looked at the clock. ‘We’d better start our lesson now.’
Pearl led me to sit beside her in front of the vanity table. ‘Xiang Xiang,’ she said, carefully studying our reflections in the mirror, ‘now you know about the clouds and rain.’
I nodded.
She went on, ‘The most important thing is to tease. Because if you let those chou nanren get there too quickly, they’ll be disappointed. Remember, their wives all have the same cinnabar crevices as we do. But we have the art of coquetry to excite. You tease not only in how you look, but also in the ways you move, even when you’re sleeping.’
‘But Sister Pearl, sleeping has no movement!’
‘But we feign sleep to seduce. Have you not heard of the phrase “crabapple sleeping in spring”? It means a beautiful woman sleeping seductively. And it’s spring that makes all the difference—’
‘Why?’
‘Because spring is the season for lust, for the stirring of love!’
With a dreamy expression, Pearl slightly parted her lips, then the delicate tip of her tongue reached to touch her upper lip – like a rosebud emerging from a deep hole. ‘We sisters are like good cooks who mix the five flavours harmoniously into a delicious soup.’
‘I like soup.’
‘Xiang Xiang, you don’t know; do you? Before you came to Peach Blossom, all you did was study. Not much use for you now, is it?’
I said dreamily, ‘My parents always wanted me to be the first woman zhuang yuan.’ Number One Scholar.
Pearl stared at me pityingly, then spoke again, a little sharply, ‘I’m also teaching you to be the Number One Scholar of charming those chou nanren. Have you forgotten that your “examination” is coming next week with Big Master Fung?’
She went on, ‘A woman’s most fascinating feature is her eyes.’ Pearl lowered her eyelids and peeked down at me. Her pupils, looking glazed, slowly moved around as if she were drunk. Her eyes possessed a kind of magnetism that pulled me toward her like her lover clinging to her body. I felt colour rising to my cheeks.
‘Xiang Xiang, you told me your baba taught you kung fu?’
I nodded.
‘So think about your eyes as weapons for sexual kung fu. Attack like a tiger and retreat like a virgin.’
While I was trying to digest this recipe for sexual kung fu, Pearl was speaking again, ‘Always look exciting. The worst is spiritless eyes they are like fish left out of water for days.’
I giggled.
She gave me a chiding look. ‘Xiang Xiang, you have to gaze at your customers until they feel their bones are pickled in vinegar, until they are so numbed that they have no power left to resist you. Of course, if a customer likes modest women, then you’d pretend to be shy, breaking away your gaze from time to time. That’s why in Peking opera … Xiang Xiang, are you paying attention?’
‘Baba!’ I burst into tears and ran from Pearl’s room.
The next afternoon when I went to visit Pearl, she said nothing about my abrupt departure the day before. We sipped the tea she poured and sat absorbed in our own thoughts. Was she also thinking about my baba? I’d always been curious to know what was inside Pearl’s head. However, although she was very nice to me, she still remained as mysterious as the halo behind Guan Yin’s head.
Pearl seemed in no mood to be the teacher today. She nursed her cup for long moments before she stood up from the sofa. ‘Today I better teach you how to walk. Remember, never rush, but move leisurely, like this.’ She began to pace, her steps delicate and small. ‘This is called “shredded steps of the golden lotus.” Try to picture lotuses blossoming under your feet, or bending with the wind in the golden twilight.’
I closed my eyes and tried. But what flashed across my mind was my baba, my mother, and I rowing a boat on the West Lake covered with lotuses. Mother, looking very pretty and happy, bent her slender torso and, with her delicate fingers, reached to spread the leaves. Baba picked one of the flowers and pinned it on her hair dyed gold by the twilight …
Now Pearl went to rest by a wall. ‘When you stand, your body should be slightly slanted – but not stooped – as if drawn to something. Moreover, it should also be in constant motion – your backside swaying, your fingers twisting a handkerchief, your fingertips stroking your teeth, your eyes darting around.’
I blurted out, ‘Sister Pearl, I’m confused. My mother used to teach me just the opposite. She warned me never to sway my body, for it’s very unladylike. She liked to quote the saying “A swaying tree has fallen leaves; a swaying woman has an ill fate.”’
Pearl sighed heavily. ‘Yes, your mother was right. But now we’re no ladies, but whores.’
A long, sorrowful silence.
She stared at my feet. ‘Xiang Xiang, your feet are the only flaw of your whole body; they’re a little big.’
I immediately slid them under the table.
‘Good, always hide your flaw. But never forget to show off your good features. So if someone has a really nice figure,’ Pearl thrust out her chest, ‘like me, then I always lean forward. This is called “offering the body to preach the Dharma.”’ Pearl pinched my cheek. ‘Xiang Xiang, sex is our only power over men. Even when you have sex with the ugliest, one-of-his-feet-already-inside-the-coffin customer, try your best to act as if he were the only man left under heaven. Remember what I teach you and you’ll enjoy your ming ji status until the day you die.’
I nodded emphatically.
She came back to sit down by my side. ‘Xiang Xiang, have you noticed in our country, nothing expresses itself directly, but always in a meandering way?’
I tried to respond, but Pearl waved me into silence. ‘In China, corridors are not built in a straight line but always winding.’ She glanced outside the window. ‘So when we walk along, we’re always in suspense about what we’ll run into: a moon-shaped gate inside which are nestled clumps of bamboo, or a tiny gourd-shaped opening through which your eyes can discern a distant mountain shrouded in the mist.’
When I was reflecting on this, Pearl went to take out the qin and put it on the table. I went to sit opposite her, my heart instantly filled with joy.
‘See, Xiang Xiang,’ she said, beginning to play, ‘qin music meanders, too.’
Now Pearl glided her fingers on the instrument. ‘This fingering is called “the cicada calling for autumn.” When the cicada flutters its wings, it makes a lingering tone.’ She stroked the strings again. ‘And this lingering tone is “the monkey climbing up a tree,” because a monkey climbing a tree alternates between halting and ascending.’
Finally she stopped the strings with her hand. ‘Because of its meandering melodies, when the playing is over, qin music continues to reverberate in your heart … If only we could make the same impression on men’s hearts.’ An insinuating smile played on her lips. ‘Then all the stinking males will pour the money from their fat pockets into ours. Otherwise why not just stay home and fuck their wives, which is free?’
I giggled, although I had no idea how a man would feel when fucking his wife.
Pearl cast me a chiding look. ‘You know, Xiang Xiang, although we sisters are looked down upon by those decent women, don’t you know they also envy us?’
‘I can see that, Sister Pearl, because you’re so much more beautiful than them and have all these pretty clothes and jewellery.’
‘Xiang Xiang, what you said is true, but there’s more to it. These decent women secretly admire us. For we can display our feminine beauty to our heart’s content without rebuke from stodgy Confucian husbands. Besides, you know the proverb, “To be virtuous, a woman should have no talent in anything.” But we’re not virtuous so we can cultivate and display our accomplishments. Men need wives to give them children but they also need us to do what their yellow-faced old ladies can’t – stir their hearts, tease their senses, and nourish their souls with our music, dance, and painting. Maybe we’re despised, but we don’t need to play stupid like those wives they leave at home.’
Now her expression turned mischievous. ‘I can act horny and stir up the clouds and rain with any man I want while those women are stuck with one, even after he’s dead!’ When she finished, she burst into cheerful laughter as if she was truly happy to be a prostitute.
I joined her in laughing. We kept giggling until tears spilled from our eyes and we had to stop to catch our breath.
When we finally calmed down, Pearl waved her jade-bangled hand. ‘Now you can take a break.’
Feeling restless, I thought I might go out into the courtyard. But it was raining, so I peered through the lattice at the raindrops hitting the leaves. After a few minutes when the rain stopped, I went out and strolled along the courtyard to appreciate its winding path. Then I sat down on a stone bench inside the small pavilion and looked through a vase-shaped opening, hoping to see a distant mountain shrouded in the mist.
Then I felt hungry and headed to the kitchen. When I stepped over the threshold, a rich aroma wafted into my nostrils. Ah Ping was not in sight. Now, my stomach suddenly ambushed by pangs of hunger, I went up to the boiling cauldron, ladled its content onto a plate, and helped myself to the delicacies.
When I was devouring noisily, Ah Ping came in.
I looked up at her. ‘Aunty Ah Ping, this is delicious. Is it a new dish?’
To my surprise, her face turned white.
‘Something wrong?’
She didn’t reply, but kept shaking her head.
I teased her. ‘It must be something really good reserved for a special guest, right? But don’t worry, I only took a bite. It’s really tasty, so what is it?’
Still ignoring my question, she went up to the basin and began to clean.
I continued to eat for a while before a thought entered my mind. ‘Do you see Guigui? I want to share with him some of these goodies.’
Ah Ping avoided my eyes, pointing to the plate in front of me, then my stomach.
‘But where’s Guigui?’
She pointed again, this time more emphatically.
It took a few seconds before the bomb exploded. ‘You mean …’
She kept nodding and wiping the pots. Then she poured from a huge pot into the basin. The kitchen was instantly filled with the sound of splashing water.
Tears streamed down my cheeks. ‘You cooked Guigui?!’
She was still nodding and wiping the pots.
‘Oh, how could you do that? You’re disgusting!’
Now she was noisily banging the pots around.
‘Oh my heaven, you cooked Guigui and I ate him!’
I dashed out of the kitchen and vomited until there was nothing left in my stomach except bile. Then I cried my heart out. ‘Oh, Guigui, I’m so sorry. How could I have known she’d cooked you? I didn’t know it was you!’
When I finally stopped, I took off my Guan Yin pendant and muttered a long prayer. First I asked for the puppy’s forgiveness, then I pleaded with the goddess to send him to the Western Paradise, where he could soon be reborn as a human and reunite with me.
Finally calmed by my prayers, I dragged my feet back to Pearl’s room. Once I sat down next to her on the sofa, I burst out crying. ‘Sister Pearl …’
‘Something wrong, Xiang Xiang?’
My grief poured out.
Pearl pulled out her handkerchief and wiped my face. ‘Please tell me what’s wrong.’
‘Aunty Ah Ping cooked Guigui and I ate him!’
