Description: As the Splendid River flows through Yong''an City''s centre and heads east, it separates into the Lotus and Peacock Rivers in Luoding District. The sorrowful beasts live in a housing development on the Peacock''s southern bank, in the north-eastern quarter of the city. These old buildings, their walls thick with ivy, are known as the Leye Estate. They were originally built as dormitories for the Ping Le Cotton Mill, where many of the sorrowful beasts have worked for years, ever since they first came to Yong''an City from the south and settled here. Sorrowful beasts are gentle by nature, and prefer the cold and dark. They love cauliflower and mung beans, vanilla ice cream and tangerine pudding. They fear trains, bitter gourd and satellite TV. The males of the species are tall, with large mouths and small hands, scales on the insides of their left calves and fins attached to their right ears. The skin around their belly buttons is dark green. Other than that, they''re just like regular people. The females are beautiful - slender figures with reddish skin, long, narrow eyes, ears a little larger than normal. For three days at the full moon, they lose the ability of human speech and squawk like birds instead. Otherwise, they''re just like regular people. Sorrowful beasts never smile. If they do, they can''t stop - not until they die. Hence their name. If you look back far enough, you might trace their forebears to a poet from ancient times, too far back for there to be any evidence. Male sorrowful beasts are skilled with their hands, which is how they ended up weaving textiles. The females, being good-looking, often work as salesgirls in the fabric stores. The people of Yong''an City come shopping for textiles to this dilapidated little district all the way across town, just so they can catch a glimpse of these attractive beasts. Legend has it that a sorrowful beast''s smile is so beautiful, no one who sees it could ever forget it. But no matter how many jokes you tell them, they never laugh, let alone smile. This makes the loveliness of the female beasts all the more to be prized and pitied, and the tycoons of Yong''an City take pride in marrying them - the females can mate with people and produce human offspring. The males can''t do this, and so Leye Estate is filled with desolate bachelors, while the ladies end up in the wealthy district to the south, having fled so fast their feet barely touched the ground, their faces like ice. At one point, the city''s zoologists raised an outcry in the newspapers: if things went on like this, these rare creatures would surely go extinct. And so the government passed a law: sorrowful beasts could only marry their own kind. If they wished to couple with a human, special permission would be required, and could only be balloted for once every five years. As a result, having a beast-wife became an even greater status symbol, and the extra demand from the elite greatly increased the government''s revenue. Lefty, an artist, was the friend of a friend. The stories about her and the sorrowful beast had spread far and wide among our circle, but few people knew the truth of the matter. One day, she came up to me at a party and said, ''I know you specialise in beastly tales. I want to tell you a sorrowful beast''s story. Are you interested?'' ''Yes,'' I said, ''but I have to pay you something.'' ''I don''t want anything.'' ''That''s the rule,'' I said, ''I have to give you something.'' I smiled, but her face remained blank. She said, ''I''d love a vanilla ice cream.'' I bought her one, and she devoured it with gusto. I''d smoked two cigarettes before she finally spoke. She said, ''My sorrowful beast died last week.'' Lefty met the male beast at a time when the Ping Le Mill was doing badly - all the salesgirls had run off to marry tycoons, leaving no one to sell the goods. Many mill workers had been laid off. She first encountered him at the Dolphin Bar - he''d walked over and said to her, ''I''ve just lost my job, could you buy me a drink?'' She looked up at him. He was very tall, with a serious expression, the skin of his face shiny and unwrinkled. ''All right,'' she said. As they drank, Lefty noticed an exquisite fin behind his ear. She said, ''You''re a beast.'' He answered, ''Yes, and I''m out of work.'' That night, he followed her home, and she tamed him. His name was Cloud. He slept quietly at night, didn''t talk much, loved baths, and ate nothing but three vanilla ice creams a day. If anyone turned on the TV, he''d let out a shattering howl and his eyes would flash red - his beastly nature revealing itself. Lefty stopped watching television. When she got home, they''d sit at either end of the sofa, each reading a book. When he was happy, he''d let out a long cat-like rumble, but he never smiled. At night they slept together, Cloud in the nude. His physique was just like a human male''s. The skin around his belly button was green as the sea, even a little translucent. Lefty often found herself mesmerised by that patch of skin. ''It''s so beautiful,'' she''d say. She stroked him, and he purred like a contented cat, but they couldn''t make love. ''It''s because you''re human,'' he explained. They slept in each other''s arms, like a couple of beasts. It was a lovely time. The male beast was even more nurturing and resourceful than a human girl - he cooked for Lefty and washed her clothes. The food was mostly vegetarian, and the laundry had a strange fragrance. As Lefty ate, he''d watch from across the table, his expression tender. She thought of him almost as her husband. This all happened last May. Lefty painted quite a few portraits of Cloud, and held a very successful exhibition at Evergreen Gallery. Everyone knew she had a sorrowful beast as her model, with long, sturdy legs, a flat, greenish stomach, and bright, empty eyes. Standing or sitting, he became an object of affection for all the young women in the city. I saw that exhibition. The first rumours I heard about Lefty and the sorrowful beast were from our gossip king, Charley. ''That Lefty girl definitely slept with him,'' he said. I said, ''Male beasts can''t do it with humans.'' Charley sniggered. ''You believe that?'' Yet I did believe he was a pure beast. In one of Lefty''s paintings, he sat on a windowsill, not a stitch on him, clearly exposing the scales on his calf. His expression was a little shy, and therefore captivating. Everyone thought how beautiful he''d be, if he would only smile. But he didn''t. If he smiled, he would die. ''He''s dead,'' said Lefty now. She sat across from me, taking great mouthfuls of her ice cream. She looked terrible, not smiling either. Lefty said that on the night of a full moon, they had heard a long cry, like a phoenix. Cloud''s eyes had widened. In a panic, he ran to open the door. A girl was standing outside. Even in the murky light of the corridor, you could see she was gorgeous. She couldn''t speak, she just let out another cry, then hugged him tightly. Lefty asked her to come in and gave her a vanilla ice cream. The girl''s skin was flushed, as if blood was about to seep from it. Cloud said, ''She''s sick.'' This female beast was his sister, Rain, who was married to a rich man from the southern district. Now she clung to Cloud as they walked to the living room. They got her to drink a tincture of woad leaf, and still she wouldn''t stop shrilling. Cloud didn''t know what to do, so he called the human husband, only to have him snap in frustration, ''She keeps screeching, and I don''t know what she wants - after all, I''m not a beast!'' Cloud hung up and hugged his sister, kissing her cheeks over and over again. Both beasts were now letting out similar cries. Sitting in the armchair across from them, Lefty phoned her ex-boyfriend, Dr Fu. The doctor hurried over, looking - according to Lefty - more handsome than ever before. He nimbly took Rain''s temperature and blood pressure, then said she was pregnant, and gave her an injection. Lefty called Rain''s husband, who was so overjoyed he could barely speak. Practically in tears, he choked, ''Thank the heavens, an heir for the Wang family!'' Lefty hung up in a rage. Next thing she knew, a Mercedes-Benz was pulling up outside. When they said goodbye to Rain, she was still shrieking nonstop, though her skin was regaining its colour now. Cloud was all sweaty, and went to take a shower. Dr Fu paced around the living room, then suddenly embraced Lefty and said, ''I''ve missed you.'' They stayed with their arms wrapped around each other, reminiscing about bygone days, touching and kissing, their breaths urgent. As they tangled, the splashes from the bathroom were like the warm embrace of ocean waves. The next morning, Cloud was dead. Lefty said, ''He never smiled. I don''t know how he died.'' I said, ''I don''t know either.'' The artist looked distraught, which made her even more beautiful. She said, ''I want to know how he died, I was practically in love with him.'' That night, the party ended abruptly. Outside the clubhouse, I saw Lefty and a man drive off in an expensive sports car, tires squealing with glee. The man next to me couldn''t stop praising her. ''Ever since she got herself a sorrowful beast, she''s a new woman. Her p

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