Fiction: Group 3
Days passed. I figured out neither the matter between my grandparents, nor the way back to where I
belonged. I could only continue to stay and work in the fields, still seeing my grandfather every day. I often
put aside my job and chatted with him, which gave me a heart-warming feeling since I had never seen him
except in the graveyard. Sometimes I saw him stopping at his usual site, dressed in the traditional Chinese
kung-fu clothes. I had to admit I had never thought about grandfather being a master of martial arts.
This day was no ordinary working day. grandmother and I went downtown. The urban area was much
more advanced than our village but traces caused by the civil war could still be seen.
“I hope our country will continue to thrive. It seems that Hong Kong is a much better place than China.”
Grandmother sighed after seeing a group of beggars entreating for food.
“Well, yes. If you move to Hong Kong, you can work in a factory. Nevertheless, there will be a lot of
people like you rushing to Hong Kong, causing the British government to ban immigration about 20 years
later. I think Hong Kong is a really nice place! There’s a mixture of different cultures and developed
technology, so if you work in Hong Kong, I bet you’ll earn a lot! Hong Kong is a part of the Pearl River
Delta, thus it is very convenient to return here!” I just could not stop when my birthplace was mentioned
and I had to get grandmother to move or else everything would be different! But it seemed like I had
spoken too much.
“O-oh, I see. Hong Kong seems quite well. But how can you know a lot about Hong Kong?”
Grandmother gave me a confused look.
“U-um, I’ve lived in Hong Kong before. Those are only my predictions,” I answered with a pounding
heart. Then we started our journey back to the village.
“STOP! Hello, two young ladies. I see you clutching quite a lot of valuables here. You won’t mind giving
us some, huh?” A group of gangsters stopped us on the way back to the village.
“I see you two quite delicate. Let’s go and have some fun after this, shall we?” the head of the gangsters
commanded gruffly.
We tried to run, but it was all in vain. They were too strong. We could only surrender. We leaned on the
wall helplessly with our heads drooping.
As I was thinking this was the end of us, a powerful cry came from behind. It was grandfather!
Two members fell down instantly after his side kick. His speedy actions reminded me of Yip Man, a famous
Nanquan warrior who was portrayed in various movies. His athletic movements with very stable, low
stances and unique hand techniques impressed all of us. All of the gangsters fled as fast as they could. He was
our hero.
“Are you two fine?” grandfather asked worriedly.
We nodded. My grandmother was stunned by his bravery and said, “Thanks a lot. Are you also returning to
the village? Let’s go home together and I’ll cook you dinner to show my gratitude. And, sir, what’s your
name?”
He replied, “Lo-Kwok-Shing. Nice to meet you.”
“Poon-Chi-Mei. Nice to meet you too!” As they grinned at each other, I knew they were going to fall
into a river called love.
Going back, the whole bridge was already there, and it was eventually the time for me to leave.
“Hey!”I put down my chopsticks while having dinner. “I’ve to go back to my homeland. Don’t miss me. I
love you two and thank you for your care,” I said. “I’ve made you a linen bag. It’s not expensive, but it
represents my thankfulness. It’s under my bed. See you! ”Then I ran into the river, and found the portal…
The clock hanging on the wall of grandmother’s Chinese house struck ten. I had just gone for a few
minutes. Grandmother was telling us how she met grandfather. “…We were almost robbed, but Kwok-
Shing saved me. I cooked dinner for him with a friend of mine, but she left us soon. She gave me a bag and
left a key which I had kept till now. We moved to Hong Kong and named Ling after her….” I ran into the
room and grabbed the things that I had left in the past. Suddenly, I realized the key from Granny matched
the hole where all the things began.
