Love in the Wilderness

Alan spent the rest of the night sleepless, utterly alone. Her husband, Cheng Yuan, was engrossed in his card game, completely absorbed, and naturally, he couldn't possibly care less about anything else, including where Alan's thoughts had wandered all night, or whether she was "smuggling" anything. In the morning, this woman named Alan could no longer stay awake and fell asleep, having a series of extremely chaotic dreams: wild lilies, spider lilies, misty mountains, stone sculptures, seas of clouds, millet wine, and all sorts of romance... but everything was shrouded in thick fog, indistinct, let alone the person she wanted to see or missed. While Alan was in a daze, more than 400 kilometers away in a remote mountainous area of southern Taiwan, in a place called "Wutai," a sports meet was being held. This day was Youth Day, March 29th, which also happened to fall on a Saturday. Following its annual tradition, Wutai Township held a series of activities, including a sports meet. Besides highlighting this special day, the main purpose was undoubtedly to attract indigenous youth back to their hometowns and revitalize the various villages within the township. Since Taiwan's rapid economic development, it has transformed from an agricultural society to an industrial and commercial one. All agricultural townships have suffered from severe population loss, with a large outflow of young people leaving behind only the elderly, women, and children in these villages. This situation is particularly severe in mountainous tribes, forcing local leaders to rack their brains every holiday to bring back the young people who have left, fearing they will forget their roots. Gao Sen had no interest in these annual events of the same type, but he never missed one for two reasons: First, he was a local reporter for a newspaper, responsible for reporting on major and minor events in Pingtung County, and he couldn't ignore matters concerning his hometown. Second, and more importantly, he was waiting for someone every year; year after year, he waited, but never saw him. This year was no exception. However, it was clearly nearing noon, the sports meet was over, and the people from various tribes were gradually dispersing to return to their villages to continue their festivities. He was going to be disappointed again. "Uru Valley..." someone called his Rukai name from the crowd. He turned and searched through the crowd. It was Luo Heping, his high school classmate, who belonged to the Paiwan tribe. "What are you doing?" Gao Sen's tone was not good. Affected by his mood, he turned and walked away with the crowd towards Wutai Elementary School. Luo Heping caught up with him and put his arm around his shoulder, saying, "Friend, is your soul still there?" "Classmate." Gao Sen glanced at him, "My soul is in A-Nulang, forever." The "A-Nulang" that Gao Sen referred to was his hometown, Qulu Village, which was located further up in Wutai Township, Pingtung County. It was a tribe in Wutai Township. You might not know it, but a young man like Luo Heping, who grew up in Pingtung and was a member of the Gaoshan tribe, was naturally very familiar with it, even though he was a Paiwan. "There's a beautiful girl in Ainulang..." Luo Heping actually sang a self-composed song: "Uru Valley, brother misses sister, misses her so much the wine bottle is empty. Let's go! Invite me to Ainulang for a drink." Gao Sen was amused by him and put his arm around Heping's waist, asking, "Do you have wine in Ainulang? How do you know, you Paiwan tribe member?" "Big brother..." Heping leaned closer to his face and said, "I have an informant in Ainulang, do you know?" "Who?" "Your sister—Batta Gao." Luo Heping smiled so much that his big eyes narrowed into slits. "Batta Gao?" Gao Sen asked in great surprise, referring to his younger sister Gao Yun. "If I want to pursue Gao Yun, do I need to report to you, my brother-in-law, first?" Luo Heping asked even more obsequiously. "Luo Heping." Gao Sen stopped, releasing Luo Heping's arm from his shoulder. "We're brothers, so Gao Yun—Batta Gao—is your sister. Tell me, can you marry her?" Passing crowds brushed past; some greeted them, others silently pounded their shoulders. You don't know how Gao Sen felt at that moment, but I deeply understood Luo Heping's emotions. His heart was bleeding, for he never imagined his best friend would forbid him from pursuing his sister, Gao Yun. "Uruha..." Heping's voice softened: "We are not of the same race, but..." "That's not the point..." Gaosen stopped: "Classmate, Batagao is not suitable for you." "Gaosen..." Heping got angry, calling him by his Han name: "Is Du Youlan suitable for you? For so many years, you insisted on pursuing her, searching for her, just because you love her. Then, let me ask you, how can you deny that I love your sister Batagao?" "These are two different things, don't conflate them." "Gaosen, love has no difference. I love your sister Gao Yun. Unless she doesn't love me, no one can separate us. Today, you insist on separating us, I feel..." Luo Heping took two steps forward, then turned back to his classmate Gaosen and said: "Your mentality is not normal." Gaosen hesitated for a moment, looked at the crowd on both sides, didn't explain anything, and hugged his friend Luo Heping, saying: "Hey, there are many beautiful women here. Tonight, let's go to a brothel!" "Yi-suo-duo" was actually Luo Heping's Paiwan native language, meaning a kind of sexual activity between men and women. Through this activity, men and women would get to know each other, get to know each other, or become lovers or get married. However, it has evolved to refer to all singing and dancing gatherings, or even secret rendezvous between men and women. The journey from Wutai to Gaosen's village is about eight kilometers, not long, but the mountain road is winding. Gaosen couldn't go fast as he rode his motorcycle through the twists and turns, so he chatted and laughed with his classmate Luo Heping on the back. The two strong men still had a childlike heart, and they still played around and joked with each other, adding a bit of liveliness to the quiet Dawu Mountain area. "Classmate, stop for a minute..." Luo Heping suddenly hugged Gaosen's waist and pulled him back, as if to brake for him. "Peace!" Gao Sen shouted, abruptly stopping his motorcycle. The camera on his shoulder slid to his wrist. "Are you trying to make me fall into the valley?" Our carefree Luo, facing his classmate's angry face, showed no remorse. He simply pointed to a nearby mountainside and chuckled foolishly. "Look, wild lilies!" Gao Sen followed his gesture and indeed, two pure white lilies emerged from the lush greenery, as if they had been refined. "So what?" Gao Sen, still angry, retorted, "Do you expect me to risk my life for two wildflowers?" "It's worth it! They're a rare sight these days!" Before he could reply, Peace dismounted and headed towards the wild lilies. He was right. Wild lilies used to be a specialty of this mountainous region, but since the Big and Little Ghost Lakes scenic spots became famous, and mountain regulations were gradually relaxed, the number of tourists on holidays suddenly surged, and the wild lilies in this area suddenly disappeared. Given the reverence these indigenous people hold for this flower—in the past, only those with exceptional achievements would be bestowed a single lily by the chief to adorn their headdress as a sign of honor—you can understand the sudden surge of sadness in this young reporter's heart. Superior ethnic groups bring prosperity and progress, but also garbage; while they believe they have given you something, they have also taken much more. Is this vitality or extinction? I sincerely ask you. This mountain path wasn't always like this; it lacked scorching asphalt, the path was narrow and difficult to traverse, and there was a risk of collapse in wind and rain. However, the feeling of walking barefoot on that earth was truly wonderful, as if the earth's energy could flow through the acupoints on the soles of your feet, opening up the meridians throughout your body, leaving you feeling completely refreshed. When Gao Sen was young, he had to lead his younger siblings down this mountain path to Wutai Elementary School every day. Sometimes Du Youlan would accompany them, but she would ride on her uncle's back. Because of this, his younger sister, Gao Yun, who was classmates with Du Youlan, would clamor for her older brother to carry her too. Not only was the terrain different, but at that time, the mountains were teeming with wildflowers, squirrels, rabbits, and birds and insects. He often picked a clump and secretly slipped it to Youlan, who was half-asleep on her uncle's back. Gao Yun would complain, but he ignored her; he preferred to carry her, but the moments among the flowers belonged only to him and Youlan, irreplaceable. He had loved that girl since childhood, and even his first time making love was among the flowers. If Gao Sen is too shy to tell you, then I will tell you the whole story! Luo Heping finally got his hands on those two wild lilies. No words needed, good brother, one for each of us! "You can give this to Yan Ruyu later." He Ping straddled the motorcycle, pinched his lower back, and continued, "She'll repay you tonight!" His smile was very ambiguous, and everyone could hear the implication. Didn't it arouse your imagination? "Then who are you going to give yours to?" Gao Sen asked after starting the motorcycle. He wouldn't have guessed before, but now you probably know it even with your knees. It was none other than Gao Yunluo, who had been begging his older brother to carry him to school since he was little!

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