Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4-7 2019 | Page 26

Both of them kept silence. Chen Yiyang didn’t mention a word from what happened. And Guan Zheyu
believes that if Chen Yiyang wants to talk about it, he will mention it by himself. Therefore he didn’t ask anything.
Both just quietly sat there, drinking the tea Guan Zheyu poured.
“Do you wanna continue on writing the letter?”
After about ten or fifteen minutes, Chen Yiyang says awkwardly, to fill the silence.
“It’s there.” Guan Zheyu points at the table.
They once again look at the blank paper, thinking of what to write.
“Tell her this,” Chen Yiyang pulls a chair, “‘I totally understand that you want the best for your child.
However, you should notice that your son is your son, and you are you. You and your son are two independent
individuals. He has a different life, a different thought, a different dream from you. Even Though it might take a long
and hard time to get to it, he will still want to chase after his dreams. I believe that rather than being regret at not doing
something, it’s better to do it then feel regret. And I’m sure it’s the same for your child, too.’”
Guan Zheyu wrote down what he said, and they both added a couple more sentences to make it more
convincing. They kept on crossing out and changing what they wrote. When they finish the final draft, it is already
midnight.
Chen Yiyang quietly puts the letter under the carpet, where it’s supposed to be. Then went back to Guan
Zheyu house for the night.
After a night of sleeping, Chen Yiyang is much more calm, so he went back to his own apartment.
He went straight into his room, and shut the door.
After a while, someone knocked the door.
“Yiyang…” Ms. Chen came in.
“Mom? Why are you here?” Chen Yiyang didn’t expect to see his mother here, “Aren’t you supposed to be at
work?”
“Not today.”
She sits down next to him, and takes out a brownish envelope.
It’s the one he and Guan Zheyu wrote.
“Where did you get that from?”
“I saw a paper at the entrance under the carpet this morning, so I took it.” She paused, “I’ve read it already.”
Chen Yiyang looks at her.
“I saw the name on the envelope. I wrote it right?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Who’s Chu Yingxuan. And why is it under our carpet?”
Chen Yiyang scratches his head, thinking of how to explain it, “It’s… Umm… It’s a long story.”
Mrs. Chen sighs, “Anyway, I hope you know that your dad is just trying to make you a successful person. You
just need to communicate with him more often.”
Chen Yiyang nods.
“He’s just a harsh person, but he’ll never force you to take subjects you don’t like.”
Chen Yiyang nods again.
“Would you talk to him about it?”
“Fine, I will.”
“Great!”
They look at each other and smiled.
“So, do you want to tell me what’s the story of the envelope now?”
“Sure!”