eat one of my grandmother’s sticky rice cakes right now,’ Mother says, gazing into her pocket mirror as she retouches her lipstick, ‘or one of those deep-fried sesame twirls she used to make . . . I wasn’t always this confident. All those years you made me travel across the country with you, barefoot and pregnant, my personality was crushed. It’s only here, in this electronic dump of a town, that I’ve finally gained a sense of direction. Once Heaven is born, I want to open a chain of shops across the country, then buy ourselves a Foshan apartment and resident permits so that Nannan can go to a government middle school. My parents have no income now. They hired someone to help out on the fields, but the price of fertilisers and seeds has risen so much that they didn’t make any profit. The five thousand yuan I sent them this year kept them afloat, but it wasn’t enough to cover all my mother’s medical bills. Who knows how much more treatment she’ll need?’
When they have both eaten their fill, the conversation peters out. Father cleans his teeth with a toothpick while Mother checks the messages on her phone. The infant spirit watches the fetus shift position inside Mother’s womb. Nannan still hasn’t returned to the table.
‘Where has Nannan gone to?’ Mother says. She and Father look over their shoulders at the dark doorway.
‘Look, she’s over there, by the lake, under the willows . . .’ Father says.
‘Stop kicking me, little one – a family planning officer might see you!’ Mother says, rubbing her belly.
‘Don’t speak to the fetus like that – you’ll frighten it to death,’ Father says, wiping his glasses with a paper napkin.
‘Fetus? The baby’s four and a half years old. By the time it comes out it will be able to recite the Analects to you.’
KEYWORDS: Spring Festival, ghostly figures, firecrackers, Sacred Father of the Sky, stone baby, yellow mud.
SEEING MEILI STRUGGLE to stuff dumplings with her maimed hand, Kongzi puts down his chopsticks and offers to take over. The table is already laden with dishes of sliced pork tongue, braised trotters, stir-fried chilli prawns and drunken chicken.
‘I wish we still kept ducks, but the Heaven rivers are just too polluted,’ Meili says. ‘Those birds you reared in our last place tasted foul. Do you remember how wonderful it was back on the sand island when we could eat roast duck every day?’
‘Yes, it doesn’t feel right not being able to kill our own bird at Spring Festival.’
‘Don’t say the word “kill” on the eve of Chinese New Year. It’ll bring us bad luck. Here, have some of this Five Grain Liquor my assistant gave me. Let’s hurry up with these dumplings, or the food will get cold. Nannan, turn down the television and join us at the table.’
‘What about that sweet garlic you pickled?’ Kongzi says. ‘I’d love to try some.’
The room is clouded with cigarette and incense smoke. On a side table, three fat incense sticks are propped up in a bowl of rice, in front of three small paper tombstones on which Kongzi has inscribed the names of his father and his father’s parents. Around the bowl are offerings of cigarettes, boiled sweets and king prawns. Nannan ignores Meili and stays on her small bed, smiling and frowning at the televised Spring Festival Gala. She’s wearing the red nylon jacket and white scarf Meili bought her yesterday. Nannan had wanted a purple jacket but Meili managed to persuade her, after a heated argument, that red suited her better. On the studio stage, a Han Chinese woman is belting out a love song while girls in Tibetan and Uighur costumes dance around her in a circle. Nannan is only eleven years old, but this morning she got her first period. Meili was sitting in the yard plucking hairs from the pigs’ trotters when Nannan rushed out from the toilet pit with blood running down her leg. Meili presumed she’d cut herself, but when she removed her stained skirt and underwear, she discovered she was menstruating. She placed plastic bags and towels over her bed and made her lie down. She told her not to worry, that this is what happens to every girl when they become a woman. But it was no use. Nannan was inconsolable. She burst into tears and said she didn’t want to be a woman, and that she hated Meili for making her a girl. Kongzi went out to