OPEN YOUR MASK, PRINCESS!
Episode 6 MOON REPRESENTATIVES MY HEART
Hong Kong, September 2004
The sound of a lute with the sound of a heart-wrenching melody rang out from Liang Jia's room. A space that
filled with luxurious interiors, decorated with glamorous furniture coated in pure gold. Dazzling to the eye, but it seems gloomy for the owner. He actually felt the room with all the available comforts was like a prison. Ever since her youngest daughter disappeared, her world has collapsed. No more sincerely engraved smiles from
lip arch. If she had to smile at her husband, it was just a mask. The more often he smiled, the more his heart hurt.
Liang jia was good at picking the strings of the lute, playing a lyrical song that burned emotions. That was all he could do to calm down.
“Ni wen wo ai ni you duo shen, wo ai ni you ji fen..” lyric song is sung by Liang Jia in a lyre tone quote.
“Yue liang dai biao wo de xin..” the clear grain in both eyes fell. He intentionally did not wipe it. Letting drop by tear drop wet his collar. This song reminded her of Yue Hwa's enthusiastic smile when she got a gift of a set of hanfu dress. At that time Liang Jia allowed him to watch fireworks
in traditional markets during the celebration of the moon festival.
He stopped the lute and immediately got up from sitting. Her step towards the closet and grabbed the hanfu dress that had not changed hands on the Ywe Hwa.
“It should be two more weeks you wear this.” Liang Jia clutched tightly to the dress, his knees felt weak to withstand the weight of the body then he prostrated. He kissed the traditional costume of Guinness while confusing the name Ywe Hwa.
Tok…
Someone knocked on Liang Jia's room door. But the 46-year-old woman was already dissolved in tears. His hearing was off guard from the screams of the door outside.
“Young master, it looks like the mistress is on break.” Xiao Jun's bodyguards tried to persuade him to hurry
get out of there before Mr. Li finds out where they are here. But Xiao Jun insisted on staying because he was worried about the situation of Lady Li who had long locked himself in the room.
“You go, I'll catch up with” Xiao Jun feels uncomfortable being followed wherever he goes.
“Sorry Young Master, I dare not. If the big master knows, the servant can be wretched.” The bodyguard looked down
begging for mercy. He hoped that Xiao Jun would stop his stubbornness.
“Then you stand guard outside, let me know if anyone comes. I'm going to enter for a moment.” Xiao Jun broke through the defenses of his bodyguards trying to prevent him from acting determinedly. However nimbly Xiao Jun passed the thin and tall man. His guard could only sigh resignedly, if it was discovered by the Great Lord then it was over.
Liang Jia did not realize his room had been infiltrated by people. She was still immersed in crying while hugging Hanfu Yue Hwa dress. The tragic sight that melted Xiao Jun's heart, he understood very well the loss. Liang Jia had only lost 1 daughter, yet the still-boy Xiao Jun had to lose a father, parting ways with his siblings even being forced to disown his birth mother. Now she must call Liang Jia Mother, while the mother who gave birth to her must be called Bibi. What fate is playing them so hard? Is there anything worse than his life right now? That is what he often asks in his heart.
“Mother...” Xiao Jun started a conversation that made Liang Jia's cry pause.
“Xiao Jun... I didn't hear your arrival.” Liang Jia tried to calm down and acted as if wailing
his sadness did not happen.
Xiao Jun kowtowed, “Sorry I sassy to break into mother's room. I'm afraid mom has been a few days
not being with us, is mom not feeling well?
Liang jia pulled Xiao Jun's arm gently, she did not let the boy kneel.
Just as he was about to wake up, Xiao Jun glanced sideways. On the floor lay a child's clothes
woman, he was fixated for a moment until Liang Jia also realized what caught Xiao Jun's attention.
Liang Jia picked up the dress then stood her back to Xiao Jun. His mind rages, he
afraid that Xiao Jun would report this to her husband.
“That's a daughter's outfit Mother?” Xiao Jun asked in a soft voice.
“Xiao Jun please don't tell your father about this. He'll be mad if he finds out I'm still
reminiscing about my daughter.” Liang Jia turned around and grabbed Xiao Jun's hands. He hopes to gain mercy or even understanding from his adopted son.
“Mother rest easy, I won't tell anyone.”
Liang Jia smiled with relief. He believed in Xiao Jun's words, his premonition saying that son
this Wei Younger was reliable and had a good heart. He hugged the boy, venting a longing that did not reach his owner. Like a moon that hopes to meet the sun, although sacrifice is not necessarily the opportunity can be realized.
Xiao Jun let the mistress that Mother called by him tightly hug him. After all, he and Liang Jia were victims. He actually misses the arms of his biological mother very much, but is too risky for his mother if he is determined to vent the longing. He did not yet possess any strength from the status of Mr. Li's son, it would not be enough to protect his mother. Then he better not make trouble for the woman he loves.
“I can help mommy treat your longing for sister Ywe Hwa.” Xiao Jun looked at Liang Jia with
seriously however made Liang Jia confused.
“What do you mean Xiao Jun?”
“Give me those clothes, I'll wear them for you.” Without hearing Liang's approval
Jia, he had already snatched the clothes from Liang Jia's grasp. His steps turned towards the bathroom in the corner of the room room. He looked at the clothes before wearing them. Yue Hwa was indeed the same age as her, so this outfit was definitely fit to wear. It was the fate of his lineage to serve the Li family, even his father was willing to sacrifice to protect the daughter. Xiao Jun thought he would also try to comfort Madam Li's grief.
“Xiao Jun.. You don't have to.” Liang Jia shouted in front of the bathroom door. He was riled at the sacrifice of Xiao Jun, where perhaps a boy should lower his pride in wearing female clothes. What if her husband found out, he might be accused of forcing Xiao Jun to do all this.
Xiao Jun stepped out wearing a hanfu suit. Liang Jia sparkled at him, his imagination aiming at Yue Hwa. Spontaneously he hugged Xiao Jun. now the two were silent in each other's minds.
“Should Ywe Hua wear this cheerfully. He likes crowds, watching fireworks, eating traditional snacks. Who would have thought this year he couldn't make it happen.”
Xiao Jun returned Liang Jia's embrace. He is still in memory with his parents. Last year
he could still make paper lanterns with his father. Light a candle and throw it in the river during the moon festival. If he knew it was the last time he spent a wonderful moment with his mother's father. But regret is useless, everything that happens will not be repeated again.
Wo di jing ye zhen, wo di ai ye zhen, yue liang dai biao wo de xin…
This feeling of mine really, as well as my love, the moon represents my heart…