Reality was far bleaker than imagination. When Cheng Shi followed Old Jia back to his so-called "ho," he discovered the man had no job at all. When money ran low, he picked through garbage or took odd jobs.
His outfit? All fake.
Truly "Old Fake" indeed.
For a boy raised in an orphanage, this "ho" was almost unbearably run-down — worse than even the attic storage room where he used to be locked up.
No warm little bed. No clean desk. No playmates. Just four walls, one bed, one table — missing a leg corner.
The entire place didn't contain a single electrical appliance. Oh wait — there was the ceiling light that flickered on and off.
Yet strangely, when little Cheng Shi took this all in, he wasn't dejected. Not even disappointed. He simply asked, flat and calm: "Where do I sleep?"
Old Jia pointed at the dark end of the sleeping platform: "You take the inside. I'll take the outside."
"Oh."
Without even undressing, little Cheng Shi climbed up, pulled the greasy quilt over himself, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
Old Jia stared at the boy, then glanced at the blazing sun outside, and shook his head with a smile. He closed the door and left.
Since this was Cheng Shi's dream, Jiang Wui had no idea where Old Jia went. He only knew that shortly after the man left, the little fox-cub Cheng Shi popped awake, pinching his nose against the sll.
He listened for sounds, then jumped off the bed, grabbed his little backpack, and headed straight out.
This was an urban village. The winding alleys leading in were so tangled that even the Ranger nearly lost track — but the boy had followed the path in only once, head down, and now retraced it perfectly, like an old horse finding its way ho.
It seed little Cheng Shi had no intention of staying with Old Jia.
"Running away? Interesting."
Jiang Wui trailed him like a specter. The mont they stepped out of the village, they spotted Old Jia's figure inside a small shop at the entrance.
Little Cheng Shi imdiately went silent and pressed himself against the wall. Then ca the voices of the shopkeeper and his "father."
"Hey, Old Jia! Hit it big? Actually buying ham sausage today?"
"No big money. Not for . For the kid."
"Huh? Since when do you have a kid? Find him in the trash?"
"Don't run your mouth! He's mine. Not good for kids to hear that kind of thing."
"Fine, fine. Get out of here — your sll's making
nauseous. You've got a kid at ho now and you're still this filthy? Careful he catches sothing. Go wash up."
"I know. Mind your business."
Old Jia gathered his purchases and headed ho. Little Cheng Shi stood pressed against the wall, brow furrowed. Sothing wavered in his eyes. Then he sighed, let his head droop, and trudged back too.
But he walked faster. So by the ti Old Jia returned, little Cheng Shi had already "just woken up" — right on cue.
"Awake? Co on, eat up. There's at."
"Oh." Little Cheng Shi hopped off the bed, looked around the bare room, and scrunched his mouth. "How do I wash my hands?"
Old Jia froze. Scratched his head.
"Hold on — I'll go borrow a basin."
"..." Watching Old Jia scramble out, Cheng Shi stood in the shack laughing. But eventually the laughter trailed off — he didn't know what he was laughing about anymore. He picked up the ham sausage, glanced at the label, and muttered with an indescribable expression: "Not bad. At least it's not expired."
It wasn't the worst of beginnings. At least the old man and the boy accepted each other. Little Cheng Shi settled into his impoverished new ho honestly enough.
But he never discarded his "tools." The household was poor, but at least he could supplent things with his greatest skill — not his hands, no, his mouth. He could swindle a bit to make ends et.
Their next-door neighbor was a wealthy woman surnad Sun. Getting on in years but well-maintained.
Nobody knew why a rich woman — especially a rich woman — would live here. But Jiang Wui realized that a huge swath of the village's properties actually belonged to her. She was a wealthy, idle landlady.
Little Cheng Shi figured this out quickly and began dropping by Aunt Sun's place every few days to mooch food.
The woman didn't mind, though she wasn't exactly warm either. She treated him like a pet she was feeding.
But mooching wasn't sustainable. Many things that had been available at the orphanage were luxuries here. Until one day, the craving got too strong. Little Cheng Shi found a bottle cap on the ground, skillfully painted a perfect "WIN ANOTHER BOTTLE" stamp on the inside, and marched into the shop to trade it for a soda.
The shopkeeper didn't notice a thing. He actually handed over the drink.
But the instant he stepped outside, Old Jia caught him.
Old Jia had just returned from work. Seeing little Cheng Shi chugging cola, his expression darkened. Without a word, he pulled cash from his pocket, went into the shop, and paid.
Little Cheng Shi watched. He said nothing either. Head down, he trailed Old Jia ho.
This was the first ti Old Jia was angry. No matter how little Cheng Shi tried to explain during the walk back, the man didn't smile once. At ho, he told Cheng Shi to lie face-down on the bed and stay still.
Cheng Shi's stubborn streak flared. Without a word, he threw himself face-down. Motionless.
He'd already guessed what Old Jia was about to do.
Sure enough — Old Jia grabbed the broom handle from behind the door and brought it down on little Cheng Shi's backside.
It hurt. Even Jiang Wui winced. But little Cheng Shi didn't make a sound.
Old Jia was shaking with anger. "A person has to be honest their whole life! Lying is wrong! And liars never co to a good end! Do you understand?"
Little Cheng Shi turned his face the other way. Through tears he refused to shed, he shot back defiantly: "I lied all the ti at the orphanage! My life was way better there than here!"
"..." Old Jia choked. His trembling hand dropped the broom. After a silence, he said: "And that's why you ended up with . That's what lying gets you."
"..."
This ti, little Cheng Shi was the one struck speechless.
Father and son spent an awkward, silent night. Not a word passed between them.
The next morning, Old Jia left early. Cheng Shi, too sore from the beating to get off the bed, lay face-down staring at nothing for half the day.
Around noon, Old Jia ca back. Drenched in sweat. And he'd brought an entire case of cola. Brand new.
Little Cheng Shi stared at the box. A tangled storm behind his eyes.
The boy who hadn't cried after being hit with a broomstick suddenly broke down and wept.
Old Jia saw the tears. He didn't say a thing. He just unpacked the lunch he'd bought and set it on the bed next to the boy.
Little Cheng Shi sobbed for a while, then asked in a stuffy, muffled voice: "Eat with ."
Old Jia grinned stupidly: "They feed us at the construction site. I'm stuffed already. How else would I have the energy to work?"
The instant the words left his mouth, his stomach growled. Loudly.
"..."
Little Cheng Shi stared at Old Jia's stomach. Old Jia didn't even blush — he clapped a hand over his belly and bolted for the door, calling over his shoulder: "See? Ate too much — gave myself the runs! You go ahead, I gotta hit the latrine!"
"..." Little Cheng Shi watched his father vanish. He curled his lip in "disgust." "'A person has to be honest their whole life. Lying is wrong'... and who said that again?"
But the muttering dissolved into fresh tears. He cried and ate. Didn't leave Old Jia a single bite. Didn't waste a single morsel.
When Old Jia ca back and saw the containers — cleaner than if they'd been washed — he smiled with quiet satisfaction.
From that day forward, the dreams stopped being interesting.
Because Cheng Shi stopped lying.
He seed to have discovered that the world could be perfectly fine without deception. So he settled down and lived honestly alongside his father.
Ti in the dream began to blur past. After Cheng Shi started school, Jiang Wui found less and less to hold his interest. He was like a third mber of the household now — witnessing little Cheng Shi grow up, following him from primary school to middle school to high school, and finally watching him scrape together a "decent enough" university admission.
But before enrollnt, the impoverished family ran headlong into their second great challenge: tuition.
Jiang Wui knew exactly what was in this household. Better than the father and son did, even. The combined savings of both of them probably couldn't cover the bus fare to campus, let alone fees. Short of borrowing, there seed to be no solution.
But just as Cheng Shi was tearing his hair out over the problem, Old Jia ca ho one afternoon — with twenty thousand yuan.
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