Eternal Mountain: Selected Tibetan Stories of Jin Zhiguo (永恒的山：金志国西藏短篇小说选) by Jin Zhiguo

Author:Jin Zhiguo
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ①短篇小说-小说集-中国-当代-英文
Publisher: China Intercontinental Press
Published: 2013-08-15T00:00:00+00:00

"Your husband has been dead for a long time."

"You killed him."

"Yes, I killed him."

The liquor in the bottle overflowed on the floor.

"I hate you."

"I know."

"My husband has no descendants. You also cannot make me have a son."

"I have a son."

"But your wife has never given birth to a boy for you."

"She is old, much older than me."

"Why did you marry her?"

"The prefecture head arranged it."

"Is the 'outcast' your son?"

"Maybe, I forget."

"You are a devil."

Large parts of the floor around the bottles were wet, and the liquor in the trogue was still dripping.

He deftly put one hand inside Droma's clothes. Droma sat woodenly, murmuring:

"I have told the prefecture head."

"What?"

"I said you killed my husband."

"Nobody here knows it."

"Now it is public. The public security commissioner said they would investigate."

"I should have killed you too."

Droma stood up slowly, and went toward the low cabinet beside the door. When she turned round, she was holding the amazing Thangka painting in front of her chest.

"Your soul is doomed to go to hell. I do not want you to suffer more torture. Leave now."

The "outcast" drank his liquor from his own bowl, standing on the roof of the cottage far away from the village. He looked at the dark blue night sky, the moon hanging over the old elm in the village, sorrowful stars at a remove from the moon, distant peaks with the snow of many years accumulated, and the village looking as if it was floating in water. He saw the bonfire under the old elm, a ghostly figure stumbled out of Droma's home and disappeared in the dark lane. He heard the sound of singing, the laughter, men's shouting, women's echoes like the sound of silver bells, the sound of flowing river water, the horrible cry of owls, and the sound of his own heartbeat. He smelt the taste of alcohol, sweat, flowering wheat, Bangjin flowers, begonia, lilac and azalea which were blossoming for the last time in the year. He felt depressed and anxious. He remembered the dialogue he had with Caiga's wife along the hill path in the morning.

"Hello, sister. Where are you going?"

"Hey, young guy. You scared me," she said to herself. "I am really unlucky to meet such a Jonah." She spat.

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