The Garlic Ballads

him.’ “
    “You make it sound so easy. Why don’t you tell them?”
    “Don’t think I won’t,” he replied testily. “Tonight. And if your father and brothers don’t like it, we’ll settle it like men.”
    It was a cloudy evening, hot and muggy. Gao Ma wolfed down some leftover rice and walked out onto the sandbar behind his house, still feeling empty inside. The setting sun, like a halved watermelon, lent its red to the scattered clouds on the horizon and the tips of the acacia and willow trees. Since there wasn’t a breath of wind, chimney smoke rose like airy pillars, then disintegrated and merged with the residue of other pillars. Doubt crept in: Should he go to her house or not? What could he say when he got there? The dark, menacing faces of the Fang brothers floated before his eyes. So did Jinju’s tear-filled eyes. Finally he left the sandbar and headed south. A lane he had always felt was agonizingly long suddenly seemed amazingly short. He had barely started out, and already he was there. Why couldn’t it have been longer—much longer?
    As he stood in front of Jinju’s gate, he felt emptier than ever. Several times he raised his hand to knock, but each time he let it drop. At dusk the parakeets raised a maddening din in Gao Zhileng’s yard, as though taunting Gao Ma. The chestnut colt was galloping alongside the threshing floor, a newly attached bell around its neck clanging loudly and drawing loud whinnies from older horses off in the distance; the colt ran like an arrow in flight, trailing a string of peals behind it.
    Gao Ma clenched his teeth until he nearly saw stars, then pounded on the gate, which was opened by Fang Yixiang, the impetuous and slightly preposterous second son. “What do
you
want?” he asked with undisguised displeasure.
    Gao Ma smiled. “Just a friendly visit,” he said, sidestepping Fang Yixiang and walking into the yard. The family was eating dinner outside, surrounded in darkness that made it impossible to see what was on the table. Gao Ma’s courage began to desert him. “Just now having dinner?” he asked.
    Fourth Uncle merely snorted. “Yes,” Fourth Aunt said impassively. “And you?”
    Gao Ma said he had already eaten.
    Fourth Aunt roughly ordered Jinju to light the lantern.
    “What do we need a lantern for?” Fourth Uncle said abusively. “Afraid you’ll stuff the food up your nose?”
    But Jinju went inside and lit a lantern anyway, then brought it outside and placed it in the center of the table, where Gao Ma noticed a willow basket filled with flatcakes and a bowl of thick bean paste. Garlic was strewn about.
    “Are you sure you don’t want some?” Fourth Aunt asked.
    “I just ate,” Gao Ma replied, glancing at Jinju, who sat with her head down, neither eating nor drinking. Fang Yijun and Fang Yixiang, on the other hand, were loading up flatcakes with bean paste and garlic, then rolling them and stuffing them into their mouths with both hands until their cheeks bulged. As he noisily smoked his pipe, Fourth Uncle watched Gao Ma out of the corner of his eye.
    Fourth Aunt glared at Jinju. “Why don’t you eat instead of sitting there like a block of wood? Are you trying to become an immortal?”
    “I’m not hungry.”
    “I know what’s going on in that sneaky mind of yours,” Fourth Uncle said, “and you can forget it.”
    Jinju glanced at Gao Ma before saying in a strong voice, “I wont do it—I wont marry Liu Shengli!”
    “Just what I’d expect from a slut like you!” Fourth Uncle cursed as he banged his pipe on the table.
    “Who
do
you want to marry?” Fourth Aunt asked her.
    “Gao Ma,” she said defiantly.
    Gao Ma stood up. “Fourth Uncle, Fourth Aunt, the Marriage Law stipulates—”
    “Beat the bastard up!” Fourth Uncle cut him off. “He can’t come into our home and act like this!”
    The two brothers tossed down the food in their hands, picked up their stools, and charged. “Using violence is against the law—it’s illegal!” Gao Ma protested as he tried to ward off the blows.
    “No one would blame us if we beat you to death!” Fang Yijun countered.
    “Gao Ma,” Jinju said tearfully, “get away from here!”
    His head was bleeding. “Go ahead, beat me if you want. I wont even report you. But you can’t stop Jinju and me!”
    From her seat across the table, Fourth Aunt picked up a rolling pin and struck Jinju a glancing blow on the forehead. “Doesn’t the word ‘shame’ mean anything to you?