cloudless day..

---Chapter 2
Swinging on a swing in her childhood, swinging her memories all the way until now…

Inside the box, there laid a note addressed to Lei:
Lei Jie,
Ni wei se me wang le wo? Why didn’t you contact me? I’ve been waiting to give back your shoe, you know, the one you lost when we were running four years ago. Back then, we were young. Chasing you around just like little kids, well let’s be friends again. Four years since we’ve last talked… what coincidence that we met just now. Hey! I have an idea, heh… let’s go meet by the swings tomorrow at 3:00, after school. We can catch up!
Sorry about my bad phrasing and such, I feel kinda awkward since you know… it’s been so long? And we’re only twelve. This isn’t a note of love… hehehe.. ehh…
Well, here’s your shoe back! It’s underneath the pack of tissue paper.
-Zhou Jie Lun

“Well, I guess I’ll meet him since there’s nothing else I need to do.” Lei thought.

The following day, Lei and Jie met by the swings. Although uncomfortable at first, they gradually overcame the silence when Jie swung so high that he fell off the swing! Lei laughed so hard that she almost fell off too. Two hours went by and the sun began to set. After some laughs, they brought up old memories of childhood.

“Lei Lei, do you still remember how we met? Well, that’s a dumb question,” Jie chuckled, “I mean, after all, I’ve already brought back some of the past by giving you back the shoe.”

“Jie, yes I still remember. And how you wouldn’t stop kicking me in Sunday school! That really made me so mad!” Lei said.

All of a sudden, Jie’s expression turned cold. Lei turned around and screamed.
“Zhou Jie Lun. Ah ha! Is this your girlfriend?” Guo Fu Cheng questioned, turning to Lei, “My my, what young face. How old are you sweetie?”
“She’s twelve! Leave her alone!” Jie cried.
“Oh? Only one year younger than you, and well, three years younger than me. She would make a beautiful bride for my handyman.” Guo Zi smirked and called, “A-Du! Come out and show this girl who you are.”

From the other side, this rough-skinned man walked out, and stroked Lei’s hair, “Oh heh… a young girl for me, a sixteen year old hag.” He sniggered.

“Back off!” Jie screamed. As a thirteen year old, younger and weaker than the rest, he couldn’t do much expect run head straight into A-Du. Knocking the hag down abruptly, but with no where to run, he and Lei swung higher and higher on the swings, kicking down anyone who came near them. The gang finally left with Guo Zi threatening a warning, “Zhou Jie Lun, you better watch out, better not cry, or else… Fair warning, next time, you’ll get it good!”

Nine years later, as I walk by the swings, as I sit on them, I recall back upon the days when Jie saved me. Together, we were strong.

yet another one i found interesting..

A young man sat in the dark room, his head cupped in his hands. A notebook lay open on the ground next to him, a few words scattered through the fluttering pages, as if the writer could not find the perfect words to describe his subject. A solitary window was open, letting in a cool breeze.

As the sun rose slowly outside, a pair of sparrows landed on the powerlines outside the house, and began to sing.

The young man jolted awake at the sudden noise, and scowled when he saw where it was coming from. With a grunted curse, he went to the window and fastened it shut.

Kicking at the notebook on the floor, he headed towards the bedroom, his drawn, tight face softening involuntarily.

Peering in, he saw a young woman sitting up on the bed, staring out of the window. Jay approached her and sat beside her, his hand finding and grasping hers.

‘Look at those trees,’ she whispered, ‘how beautiful autumn is.’ Her eyes followed a single red leaf as it gracefully left its branch and descended to the ground.

‘I hate autumn,’ Jay said bitterly, ‘the leaves die, and after they’re gone the tree will have to survive winter alone.’ His hand tightened on her little one.

‘Everything must die someday, although it’s so hard when you have so much to leave behind.’ She trembled, ‘but death is a part of life, and it can be beautiful.’

Jay turned away so she wouldn’t see his trembling lips, and tried to believe her words.

‘Take me outside,’ she said, holding out her hands. Jay noticed for the first time that she was wearing her favourite white dress, the one she had on when he had first met her, two summers ago.

Heart aching, he carried her outside and, at her request set her gently down. She leant on him for a minute while she steadied her legs, and when she had gotten a hold of herself started off into the big sunflower fields near their house. She could’ve been a spirit, so pale and transparent as she was. Jay’s heart swelled with love as he watched her, and he feared it would overflow and sweep away his ability to be strong for the inevitable moment when he would have to let her go.

She had stopped and was waving to him, ‘Come on!’ she called, laughing.

They went to the old swing set. She swung quietly for a while, wishing that somehow her troubles would fly away. Jay sat with his back to her. He couldn’t bear to watch the thin white hands cling onto the swing, just like it was clinging at the life it loved so much. He couldn’t watch those eyes, for once dropping their forced cheerfulness and opening a window to the tortured soul within.

They walked, hand-in-hand, neither saying a word. After what seemed like a year, but in reality was only a few minutes, they arrived at an old, abandoned house. Jay remembered that it used to belong to an old couple who had lived together all their lives, and yet again he grew angry at God, or whoever was up there, for depriving him of that blessing.

He suddenly noticed she wasn’t holding his hand anymore; she had gone up to the old house and was looking at the small tree in the front yard, which was laden with white blossoms.

‘Isn’t it lovely?’ she exclaimed softly as Jay came to join her.

‘The man who lived here planted it for his wife. He said the blossoms reminded him of her. They’re called Qi Li Xiang, or Orange Jasmine.’

‘Qi Li Xiang,’ she breathed, ‘what a beautiful name.’

She sat down on the front porch and gazed up at the pure white flowers. ‘Sit with me, Jay.’

As soon as Jay sat down, a strong gust of wind hit the tree and hundreds of white petals rained down upon them.

Jay looked at her and saw her fear of death fading, as if the soft petals had washed it away. He felt comforted and began to feel as if he could, perhaps, let her go.

On the way home he caught her hand and whispered in her ear, ‘I really do love you, my little Orange Jasmine.’

He wrote her poem that night.

She left him in the morning.

Fan fic i found.. ''Qing Tian''

Foreword

The typical story with a pair of star crossed lovers. No, this story may seem common, but to understand the meaning, you must understand love.

My name is Lei Ling, 21 years old. Six years ago, I was the quiet typical student. I had everything materialistic; my parents weren’t poor. I was the richest student in my private boarding school. It was an all female institution as my parents didn’t want me to get mixed in with males. No dating, no love; I must concentrate on my studies.

At fifteen years old, I felt nothing. It was all apathy in the blue skies. No clouds, no signs of anything; it was all blue. I kind of liked it that way, but some part of me yearned to feel the feeling that everyone claimed to be so wonderful. Back then, I didn’t believe in love. I guess I still don’t now, but it’s different.

I met the perfect man. He wrote me a song called “Cloudless Day.” Unfortunately, our end can’t be said of anything. It wasn’t happy, it wasn’t sad; I don’t think I even know how it ended. If it ever ended, it would be like that song. It’s an unfinished story. It’s still on going.

I still don’t believe in love.

Chapter 1
The small yellow flower from the story was wandering since the day she was born.

“It’s a girl!” the nurses yelled through the doors of the Hospital of Shanghai. With that said, cheers came from all over the hospital ward. “Ah… since your dad’s in America, you poor little girl, I’ll give you this,” the doctor placed a yellow jewel flower in the baby’s hand.

Eight years later…

“Lei Ling,” the teacher called in Sunday school. “Ah! I’m here!” Lei said. Turning around, she growled to the boy sitting across the table, “Stop kicking me! What do you want you stupid kid!” “Lei Ling! This is church. Please watch your mouth.” The teacher strictly spoke. Frustrated, Lei glared at the boy, who in turn smirked at her. Throughout the whole class, the boy kicked her; this conflict did not continue in that one class, but also throughout the rest of the year.

July 8, 1996. I could never forget that day.

After Sunday school that day, the boy stood outside the waiting. Casually leaning against the tree outside the small Church, he watched everyone leave from Sunday’s ceremony. That day, he overslept and could not make it in time for Sunday school. The last one out of the door was Lei Ling.
“Lei Ling!” he cried, “I’ve been waiting for you!”
Glaring at him, she responded coolly, “What do you want? I don’t even know you. I thought today I would have some peace, no more kicking, but you’re still here. Must I see you every Sunday?!”
“Aww.. Lei Lei, you surely don’t mean that, now do you?” he grinned and took her hand in his. “You don’t know who I am? We’ve been in the same class every Sunday for a year and you still don’t know who I am? Well, I’m Zhou Jie Lun.”
Still angry, Lei continued walking home.
“Wait! I’ll walk you home Lei Lei!” Jie Lun yelled, following after her footsteps.

She started running home, and he chased after. It was quite a site for passerbies: two young kids chasing after each other, one in a white blouse and navy-blue skirt, and one in a baggy style. While they ran, the girl’s left leather shoe fell off. The shoe was never to be returned for quite awhile.

Lei Ling never thought to pick up her shoe. Jie Lun never returned it, not even after Lei moved that winter.

Four years later, she enrolled in a private all-girls boarding school; Jie Lun attended a public school across the street of the private institution. The day that Lei moved into the dorms, all eyes were on her. No one cared about who she really was; they just knew that she was the one of the wealthiest girl in the whole nation. The boys in Jie’s school all wanted to court her. To them, she was a ticket to free dates, free cars, free everything, but to Jie…

A boy dug a memory from four years past. As his chauffeur pulled up to Lei’s school, the girls were all in awe. He was the most shuaiest and handsomest boy. Even more, he pulled up for Lei and handed her a box.
“Eh, who are you? What’s in this box?” Lei queried.
Winking, he replied: “Open it.” With a wave, he left. The girls were in trance even more.
“Ahh! Open it!” the girls all squealed, “He’s so diao! What finess that irradiated from that guy!”
Only one girl was unimpressed. “Hmph! His eyes, so chinky, how can anyone think that guy is handsome?” A-Yue grunted.
That night, when Lei opened the box, memories overflooded her heart.
“It’s him.”

HEI SE mao..yii..