Posté par ITgium le 19 mars 2013
A jùn mǎ 俊马 tale 故事
de François de la Chevalerie
At the time Xiǎo Yù (little Jade) arrived at the REDTORY (红专厂), the temple of the contemporary culture of Canton, a man standed at the entrance gate.
White-haired, tired-looking, ill-clothed, his face deeply lined and drawn, he was consulting a map, looking the way to go.
Xiǎo Yù came over in a such hurry that she slipped slightly in front of him.
The man is from Belgium, a native of the city of Gent.
He speaks mainly Flemish, poorly English, no Chinese, not a single word of Cantonese.
He knows he is alone in the world.
He is aware that he is even more lonely into the depths of China.
He looks at the sky, a tuft of cloud.
A gust of wind whips his face.
And now, Xiǎo Yù, she races past him like a lighting.
Maybe she knows the route to take ? He murmurs between his teeth.
Being push by his intuition, he follows her.
At that time, she enters at a gallery.
The paintings of Shirley Wong, a talented young painter from Guangzhou, adorn the walls.
Under the onslaught of a myriad of color, an African fragance.
Heckled by a blue sky, a glance to the old world, Europe.
A vision of modernity based on traditional grounds, china and elsewhere in the world.
That’s the Shirley Wong dream, a desire to comprehend through her paintings the today troublesome earth.
The young woman observes the painting, tracking every detail.
Behind, the man, taking notes.
Leaving the gallery, Xiǎo Yù steps into a building dedicated to the floral art.
There, a huge bunch of flowers designed by Huang Danqing, a native of Dianbai.
Her work, some wonderful bouquet that incorporates gracefully sweeping stems bound with a ribbon.
Xiǎo Yù smells scented aroma’s.
A feeling of happiness spreads in her soul.
But a couple of meters away, the man was tirelessly taking notes.
She turns abruptly her head suspecting an undesirable staring.
The man lowers his head.
The woman voluntarily went away.
This times, she pass through the library
She rushes immediately to look over the novels of famous writers :
Zhou Weihui (周卫慧) and Mian Mian (棉棉).
She rotates on her.
The man, looking at her, the eyes severe.
This time, she fells a real sense of fear.
She runs away, breathing deeply.
She falls suddenly into the arms of Gerardo Suchi Reyes, a tall, robust and well minded Mexican citizen and her salsa long time friend, Joy, a gorgeous lady with a lovely smile that lightens up her eyes
Gerardo embraces Xiǎo Yù warmly. He draws instantly with her the Cuban traditional salsa eight pas.
At a corner, the man watching his prey.
Having a busy day, Gerardo goes away.
Xiǎo Yù looks around.
His hand sliding the statue of a virgin, the man offers her a smile.
Frowning her eyes, she finds refuge instantly into a sculpture gallery.
Xu Hongfei, a little man, dark haired, having at his mouth his legendary pipe welcomes her.
Standing there among his created fat barefoot women made in stone or bronze.
Xiǎo Yù caresses the curves carefully.
Xu Hongfei laughs.
A gust of wind in the back.
She feels something.
At the foot of a tall and stout eternal lady, the man
Xiǎo Yù hides herself behind the sculptures, waiting patiently, a tense fearing in her mind.
Finally, she decides to look stealthily between two gaps.
In front of her, the man, his whole body, saturating the space.
She tries to disappear behind the screen of the heavy smoke produced by the Xu Hongfei pipe.
Unfortunately, the man was approaching, step by step, his notebook at his hand.
She leaves the gallery, running far away.
At the end of the street, a crew filming an outdoor scene halts her track.
The director rushes toward her.
- Don’t you not recognize me ? I am You Song, your old mate from college in Dongguan.
He gives to her a slight report of his today’s movie shooting, a romantic and unfortunate story : a weak man rejected by a strong Shanghai Lady. Being so deeply hurt, he ends up with his life jumping off from the twentieth floor of an hotel the Dianbai seashore city.
She wishes a blockbuster success to the filmmaker and then she pursues her way, turning her head, from time to time.
She gets inside a bar. She asks for a beer then two.
The man came inside, asking exactly the same.
She orders another beer.
One more. And so.
The man did the same.
Like a race between them.
She leaves the bar.
Outside, she meets a friend, Rebecca Xu, Director of a prominent wine company in Guangzhou.
- You know that wine is the best way to turn the men’s heads ! Tells Rebecca
Panicked by the presence of the man, Xiǎo Yù postpones the discussion.
This time, she goes into a restaurant, ordering the most spicy dish in our today time.
She seems to revive.
But the man enters at the restaurant, sitting just behind.
She asks for the bill.
She stands off, fleeing into the street, escaping desperately in the street, crying, asking for help.
In front of her, a canvas of a woman dazzling and dark, dignified and frivolous, steamy-hot and icy-cold, painted by a glorious man, Sà bīn (萨宾).
She whispered : I learned that reality, for me, is about what’s happening on the inside.
At that moment, a music slips into her ears, a sadness song, carried by the Deng Linjun voice.
Xiǎo Yù walks slowly towards the source of the music, an empty bar.
Chairs and tables facing a stage.
Suddenly, the screen lights up.
She went though raising her arms as her hour glory once happened.
Suddenly, a hand touch her shoulder.
She turns around.
She tries to escape.
He takes her arms, starting dancing a sublime valse.
Under the spotlight, they exchanges glances, discreetly.
A waiter waved his hand telling them that the bar has to close his doors shortly.
Minds emerge from a seeming void, eyes brighten, frowns disappear and lips begin to mouth the familiar words.
- Have you found your way ? she asks.
The book falls at their feet.
Through the pages, her eyes, drawn thousand of times.
Add: No128, Yuancun If Heng Lu (the Fouth of Yuancun Rd), Tianhe District, Guangzhou (entry of Linjiang Avenue, Zhujiang New Town)