Life and Death are Wearing Me Out

go ahead.”
    “I’ve selected your spot. It’s ten paces behind your mother’s grave.”
    “Then I can be at peace, Father. I was born a Lan and will be a Lan ghost after I die.”
    We knew she wouldn’t eat anything we brought, but we bought as much nutritious food as we could. Kaifang, in his oversize policeman’s uniform, rode us over to Ximen Village in an official sidecar motorcycle. Chunmiao was in the sidecar, with all the cans and bags we’d brought in her arms and packed around her. I sat behind my son, gripping a steel bar with both hands. He wore a somber look; the glare in his eyes was chilling. He looked impressive in his uniform, even if it was too big for him. His blue birthmark beautifully matched his blue uniform. Son, you’ve chosen the right profession. These blue birthmarks of ours are perfect symbols for the incorruptible face of the law.
    Gingko trees lining the road were as big around as an average bowl. The stems of wisteria planted in the center divider were bent low by the profusion of white and dark red flowers. The village had undergone dramatic changes in the years I’d been away. And I was thinking, anyone who says that Ximen Jinlong and Pang Kangmei were responsible for nothing good did not see the whole picture.
    My son pulled up in front of the family compound gate and led us inside.
    “Are you going to see Grandpa first or my mother?” he asked frigidly.
    I wavered for a moment.
    “Tradition demands that I see Grandpa first.”
    Father’s door was shut tight. Kaifang stepped up and knocked. No sound emerged from inside, so he walked over to the tiny window and rapped on it.
    “It’s Kaifang, Grandpa. Your son is here.”
    A sad, heavy sigh eventually broke the silence.
    “Dad, your unfilial son has come home.” I fell to my knees in front of the window. Chunmiao knelt beside me. Weeping and sniveling, I said, “Please open the door, Dad, and let me see you. . . .”
    “I don’t have the face to see you,” he said, “but there are some things I want to say to you. Are you listening?”
    “I’m listening, Dad. . . .”
    “Kaifang’s mother’s gravesite is ten paces behind your mother’s. I’ve piled up some dirt to mark the site. The old dog’s grave is just west of the pig’s; I’ve already framed it out. Mine is thirty paces north of your mother’s; I’ve framed it too. When I die I don’t want a coffin, and no musicians. Don’t notify any friends or relatives. Just get a rush mat, roll me up in it, and quietly put me in. Then take the grain from the vat in my room and dump it in the hole to cover my face and body. It all came from my plot of land, so that’s where it should return to. No one is to cry over my death; there’s nothing to cry about. As for Kaifang’s mother, you make whatever arrangements for her you want, I don’t care. If there’s still a filial bone in your body, you’ll do exactly as I ask.”
    “I will, Dad, I won’t forget. But please open the door and let me see you.”
    “Go see your wife, she only has a few days left. I should have another year or so. I won’t die anytime soon.”
    So Chunmiao and I stood beside Hezuo’s kang. Kaifang called to her and then stepped outside. Knowing we’d come, Hezuo was ready for us. She was wearing a blue jacket with side openings that had belonged to my mother — her hair was neatly combed and her face washed. She was sitting up on the kang. But she was almost inhumanly thin; her face was bones covered by a layer of yellow skin. With tears in her eyes, Chunmiao called out Big Sister and laid the cans and bags on the kang.
    “You’ve thrown your money away on all that,” Hezuo said. “Take it back with you and get your money back.”
    “Hezuo . . .” Tears were streaming down my face. “I treated you terribly.”
    “At this point, talk like that is meaningless,” she said. “You two have suffered over the years too.” She turned to Chunmiao. “You’ve gotten old yourself.” Then she turned to me. “Not many black hairs on your head anymore . . .” She coughed, turning her face red. I could smell blood. But then the jaundiced look returned.
    “Why don’t you lie back, Big Sister?” Chunmiao said. “I won’t leave, I’ll stay here and take care of you.”
    “I can’t ask that of you,” Hezuo said with a wave of her hand. “I had Kaifang ask you to come so I could tell you I only have a few days left, and there’s no reason for you to hide yourselves