The adultery definitely occurred. Although no one can be sure about the place and time, everyone knows it happened. Late one night, the writer took part in a meeting in a small, unlit room. Emotions ran high even among the most intelligent during the two hours and twenty-five minutes of this meeting; afterwards, opinions about this reached a consensus. Once the fact was established, Madam X virtually lost her freedom. Why do we have to say ‘‘virtually’’? Because, ostensibly, those of us on Five Spice Street did not stop her freedom of movement: we weren’t brought up to be like this. If someone goes about corrupting public morals, we certainly wouldn’t club her to death. We were well-mannered people. Our people just lowered their heads and didn’t look at her when they met her. When she went past, we all stared at her thin, frail back and cast a lot of cryptic looks. The staring could last for a long time (an hour at most). We expected that she would eventually sense it and figure it out by herself. We expected to restrict her activities in this indirect way, because we were very patient people. But it didn’t work for a long time. This woman remained callous. Even though groups of people were staring at her behind her back, her activities were still as unbridled as those of a three-year-old, and she was even wilder in what she said. More often than not, she’d take a flying leap while walking, despite all the people watching.
Now everyone sees the big changes in Madam X since this affair began; they couldn’t be any clearer. The writer didn’t have to do any investigating.
One big change was that in a short time her vision was restored. Almost everyone on Five Spice Street can confirm this. There were, of course, still a few questions. For example: Why did she still look as if she were floating when she walked? Why didn’t she look at anything while walking on the street? But her vision really was restored: especially when she talked with people, her eyes were almost ‘‘a pair of shining stars’’!
About two or three days after the adultery began, Madam X was selling peanuts in the snack shop. As she weighed the peanuts, she struck up a conversation with the widow in the little felt hat. She wasn’t looking either above the old woman’s head or at the ground, but was looking right at the old woman’s face. For some unknown reason, she insisted on calling the woman “Young Miss Chen,’’ as if she were deliberately trying to please her or as if the woman she saw really was a young girl-or maybe it was a little of both. The old woman was very excited. She blushed, and sweat appeared in the folds of her skin. She kept shrugging her shoulders, as if trying to produce a certain pose. ‘‘Her eyes are really strange. After being blind, they are now even brighter. I bet that they’re just like a micro- scope-truly incredible!’’ This old woman said this to everyone.
Among the others who verified that Madam X had regained her sight were the young coal worker and the widow’s forty-eight-year-old friend. The coal worker asserted that Madam X’s treatment of him had progressed from friendship to ‘‘intimacy,’’ and also that when they parted (they met at the snack shop), she had pounded him hard on the back three times and called him her ‘‘acrobatic boy.’’ Because of these three slaps, the coal worker’s back felt funny for several days. The forty-eight-year-old friend said, ‘‘Formerly, she acted so inconceivably superior as a result of her eye disease. She must have been secretly anguished and despairing. Yet, I could not forgive her for the disgraceful thing she’s done. The fact was unfortunately a fact, and it was unrelated to her eyes. There’s no way I can sympathize with her. Even if her eyes were never bad, even if from the very beginning she could see people, even if she hadn’t ignored me when I went into her home, I still couldn’t change my mind. I can’t compromise my principles. How come her eyes weren’t better either sooner or later? Why now? This can’t help her one bit. Madam X miscalculated this time!’’
Madam X herself was indifferent about having regained her sight. It also wasn’t certain that she had recognized this change. The enraptured people on Five Spice Street thought this was exciting, much like the adultery itself. After meals, they stood next to the road across from the snack shop, waiting for Madam X to emerge, and then they dashed madly across in front of Madam X, shoving her until she almost fell down. They did this to see how much sight Madam X had recovered and thereby to take another step in figuring out the subtle link between this change and the ‘‘adultery.’’ This work was very interesting. Once it started, it didn’t stop. Everyone showed striking tenacity and desperation. Day after day, they indulged in this. Madam X had a rough time: she didn’t dare go outside. Maybe when she was walking, some guy would rush at her like a bullet that she couldn’t dodge. Who knows?
