With his hand, Mr. Ho dipped the brush pen in the ink tray and make sure if the ink on the brush was evenly absorbed. He brushed a little on the tissue paper to see if the ink was well ground. After Mr. Ho was satisfied with everything, he then put the end of the brush pen into his mouth and holding it with his teeth begin to write. His head moved up and down or turned left and right with each stroke he wrote on the white damask. And his body swung with his head too. That looked so funny to Yu Wen. She had never had watched anything the same in her whole life! After each word was written, Dz Yun on the other end of the table would pulled the white damask evenly toward him to the edge of the table. Then along the edge, Dz Yuen pull the white damask downward slowly. Yu Wen opened her eyes wider and wider, because first she saw Dz Yun was standing, then bent down his knees, then slowly squat down, and then he sat on the floor. The whole sight looked so dramatically funny to Yu Wen! She wanted to laugh. But that would be very impolite to laugh out loud in front of her father-in-law. She swallowed her laughter and hold it hard. But when she saw her dear husband pulling the white damask down to his laps, and slowly Dz Yun with the white damask moved under the table and slide down on the floor. Finally he lied down on the floor under the table but still holding the white damask even and flat. The laughing gas made her ribs dancing in side her. she just couldn’t hold any longer. She had to escape from this room to somewhere to dump the laughing gas out. Otherwise her stomach will be exploded. Next thing Yu Wen knew was she bumped into Dz Yun’s younger brother, who married at the same day as Yu Wen, in the door way. Both of them exclaimed! “Oh!….” She didn’t even have time to make an apology, she ran into her room and lock the door and starting to laugh. She was laughing even when she was telling that story to her children in the later days.
Later Dz Yun told Yu Wen; when Yu Wen bumped into his brother, spontaneously together they cried: “Oh!”. That surprising “Oh!”was not too loud but loud enough to distract both Dz Yun and his father from their work. Mr. Ho’s brush pen accidentally brushed out a long tail on the last word that he was writing. Mr. Ho looked at the doorway, didn’t say anything but cleared his throat with some dry coughs. Then he told his son to get another piece of white damask and started the work all over again.
–to be continued–