Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 417

“There’s no hope in finding papa or my gege anyways. I knew this myth was just some merchant’s selling techniques.” I crossed
my arms and let out a huff, waiting for the incessant rain to end. “Moreover, I don’t even know where mama hid her piece of
Jade - almost everyone owns Jades in Shanghai! ”
“Do you mind me sharing my umbrella with you? The rain is unlikely to stop in a short period of time.” A stranger offered,
disrupting my blabber. “Oh! Thanks, how nice of you! ” I smiled. At that very moment when our eyes met, it was as if I was
electrified. A sense of extreme familiarity overwhelmed me. The man had hazel eyes like me, which was odd in Shanghai. I
awkwardly wiped my clammy hands on my dress, then habitually rubbed the stone hanging on my neck again. I was desperate
to identify any part of him I found familiar. It was also then I felt a sense of melancholy, matching the solemnness of the sky as it
slowly caged me in, creating mixed emotions in me. I couldn’t help but turn to the stranger, halting us both into a stop. The man
seized me by my wrist. “You felt that didn’t you” he stuttered, looking straight into my eyes. “Are you here to… find a piece of
Jade?” I choked out. “Yu…Ling Xin?” the man whispered. “Wait...Is this…Li Shun? Gege, is that really you?”
“ … And that was how I decided to try and find the pieces of Yin and Yang Jades to fulfil mama’s last wish, yet I couldn’t even
find one.” I said, as I trailed my fingertips on the sand. “I didn’t know about the myth of the Yin and Yang Jades, but I know
exactly where they are. Take a look at this.” My brother smiled, pulling out a piece of jade tied up by a string around his neck. “It
has been here since the day we separated.” I stared with wide eyes at his piece of Jade which glistened in the sun, and gasped - it
was the other half piece of Jade. How stupid of me. Why hadn’t I ever given a thought to the stone on my neck? I carefully
untied the knot on the brittle string with shaking hands and watched as the Jade slid out, gracefully lying on my palm. I held out
the piece of Jade towards the other piece on my brother’s hand. A force pulled them both forward. ‘Click!’ the Jades sealed
seamlessly.
Sharing a silent smile, we watched as a bead of lustrous-gold circled the completed piece of jade, lingering for a second before
vanishing into infinity.
“What are you thinking meimei? You’re smiling like an idiot.” “Not telling you,” I stuck out my tongue at gege, then ran down
the streets of Old Shanghai with him chasing behind. I rubbed the completed piece of Jade in my palm, and silently wished that
our papa and mama are happily reunited up in eternal paradise, watching us chasing each other like kids, with a smile on their
faces, just like how the myth of the Yin and Yang Jades promised we would be.