Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 281

The sound of rapid footsteps drowned out what The Boss was saying. Zhen Qu’s eyeballs moved and refocused just in
time to see Du Yuesheng’s descendant get rammed to the ground. Suddenly, the pressure on his neck was gone. He
scrambled to his feet, to see the gang of men in leather jackets he’d seen earlier batter the machete flourisher and his
boss. The scream must have done it! Thought Zhen Qu.
The gang finally lowered their fists when the two men raised their hands in surrender. The leader of the gang brushed
his shoulders, approached Zhen Qu and said “Remember what we told you boy? We are glad to help anyone in need.”
As he turned to lead the bad guys away, the tails of his jacket fluttered to keep pace, Zhen Qu caught a flash of the gun
and the police badge on his waistband. He stared at them in awe.
“Zhen Qu! My little peanut”, a familiar voice startled Zhen Qu. His mother ran towards him and smothered him in
her arms. “We were so scared! We thought we would never see you again!” his father whispered. Zhen Qu looked at his
mother, who was fighting unsuccessfully to catch her dripping black eyeliner from staining her cheeks. Boy, was he glad
to see his family again.
As they walked back down the murky alley he caught sight of the old man who snored steadily while lying in the slush.
His mind made full sense of the poem now. The danger was the man who threatened to hurt his parents for their money,
the golden light was the gang that helped him. He smiled. He was reunited with his parents and that meant more than
anything else!