Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4 - 7 2018 | Page 235

“As much as there were stars on a beautiful night sky, as much as there were grains of sand on a
beach.” That was always how much he told his mother he loved her. But it was not after long that he knew
he was wrong. The innumerable numbers of stars on dark night sky seemed so limited and scarce when he
looked up at the night sky the day he was forced to let go of his mother’s hands. Why was he given such a
fate, and why did
the world beat him till he turned green and purple with scars and bruises? He would do anything to tell his
mom once again that his love for her was incomparably full, that numbers of stars and grains of sand were
just blankness that would eventually be in discovered in limited numbers by scientists or whoever.
The one thing Lu Yuan knew for sure is that his mother had given him the spirit of Sun Wu Kong
inside him, and he had always believed that. That was the only thing that gave him the power to confront
the things that were too difficult for a young boy like himself to face.
His mother used to tell him, “When your friends are mean and you want to cry, just remember
that there is a Sun Wu Kong by your side to defeat every monster that you encounter.”
He recalled to how he used to smile like an angel whenever his mother told him that, because he
always believed it to be true. The spirit of Sun Wu Kong that existed deep inside him was the last thing that
gave him a spark of hope in life, and he knew by his heart that it was his fate destined by the world for his
last present from her to be the series of books about Sun Wu Kong.
An episode about Sun Wu Kong fighting King Paramita had run through his mind by the time he
arrived at school. He arrived early at school and decided to walk around the school garden before classes
started, since it was one of the things he always did when he wanted to be alone sometimes.
The garden didn’t look at all large or fancy, but pink and red roses bloomed in the co