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Fantasy Short Story Story Outline "The Fountain of Youth in Fairy Valley" is a long-form legendary novel that blends the history of Taiwan’s Indigenous peoples, mythological imagination, and human choices. The story centers on the “Fountain of Youth” legend passed down for hundreds of years among the Saisiyat people, interweaving collective memory, colonial trauma, and humanity’s longing for eternity. According to legend, deep within the Xueshan Mountain Range lies a mysterious spring capable of granting eternal youth. This secret originates from more than three hundred years ago. A Dutch doctor named Hans, while practicing medicine in the mountainous region, ventured upstream into the Xueshan area in search of a water source to save infected tribespeople. By chance, he discovered a miraculous valley. The spring water there was clear and could cure diseases, yet it concealed a deadly price—any man who drank from the spring or left the valley would eventually age rapidly or even turn into stone. Hans fell in love with a Saisiyat woman named Masana, but they could not escape the curse of fate. He ultimately died in a foreign land, leaving behind descendants who retained eternal youth and the myth of the “Fountain of Youth.” Hundreds of years later, a young Saisiyat man named John Ri, a descendant of tribal leaders and a history teacher, sets out to uncover the mystery behind his people’s legend. He leads an expedition composed of Saisiyat and Atayal youths, following ancient routes deep into the Xueshan Mountains. After enduring treacherous terrain, mist-filled forests, and sheer cliffs, they finally arrive at a hidden paradise known as “Fairy Valley.” Here, time seems to have stopped—lush greenery thrives, and all four seasons feel like spring. The villagers are almost entirely young women, showing no signs of aging. They live simple and self-sufficient lives, without struggles for power or disparities of wealth, resembling a utopia. Guiding John Ri into the village is a gentle and serene woman named Lisa. She and her daughter, Bomei, are descendants of Masana. After gaining a deeper understanding, John Ri learns that the valley maintains eternal youth through the power of its hot springs, but the cost is extraordinarily cruel—any man who steps outside the valley will inevitably be transformed into stone. The stone figures scattered throughout the valley, appearing like sculptures, are in fact those who once attempted to leave, including Han settlers from the Qing dynasty, Japanese soldiers, and Indigenous hunters. This secret has preserved the continuity of the female community while also forming a cruel yet stable order. During their days together in the valley, John Ri and Lisa gradually develop a deep emotional bond. Lisa hopes that he will stay and become part of this world; however, John Ri cannot abandon his responsibilities to the real world and his people. When the expedition decides to leave, Lisa tearfully warns them: once they step outside the valley, there will be no turning back. In order to verify the legend and save his companions, John Ri chooses to leave Fairy Valley alone. A few days later, he indeed turns into a stone statue. Lisa is overcome with grief and, in the end, violates the taboo by using her own blood to awaken him, allowing him to briefly return to life. As the price, she must forever lose the possibility of sharing a future with him. At the story’s conclusion, John Ri chooses to return to the real world, bearing the memory of history and his people, while Lisa remains in Fairy Valley, guarding that eternal realm no longer belonging to the human world. The Fountain of Youth continues to flow, yet it is no longer a miracle that humanity can possess, but rather a reminder—that the price of eternity is the abandonment of worldly time and love. Through love, sacrifice, and collective memory, “The Fountain of Youth in Fairy Valley” explores humanity’s longing for youth, power, and immortality, while also reflecting on whether true happiness comes from courageous choices within a finite life, rather than from escaping the passage of time.
The Saisiyat are the Indigenous people with the smallest population and the narrowest distribution range among all the Indigenous groups in Taiwan’s mountainous regions, mainly distributed in the Wuzhi Mountain area of Wufeng Township in Hsinchu County and the Jiali Mountain area of Shitan and Nanzhuang in Miaoli County. Among the Saisiyat people, there has been passed down an ancient legend of the “Fountain of Youth.” The elders believe that within the vast Xueshan Mountain Range, the “Fountain of Youth” is hidden deep within a canyon, but no one knows its exact location. To find the location of the “Fountain of Youth,” one must first find the “Dutch Manuscript,” a piece of deerskin that records the route to enter the “Fountain of Youth.” Unfortunately, this piece of deerskin was lost more than two hundred years ago during a tribal war between the Saisiyat and the Atayal, along with the missing Saisiyat princess Salena Lanya. The Lanya family, with red hair and fair skin, has always preserved this “Dutch Manuscript,” which is a relic left behind by their great-grandmother, Masana Lanya. John Ri is a young chief jointly supported by the Donghe group of the Southern Saisiyat, living in Donghe Village, Nanzhuang Township, Miaoli County. The famous Pas-ta’ai ritual site, Xiangtian Lake, belongs to Donghe Village. John Ri’s great-grandfather, Ri Aguai, was the leader of the famous “Nanzhuang Anti-Japanese Incident.” In the early twentieth century, he led four to five hundred mountain warriors from the Saisiyat and Atayal tribes to launch an assault on the Japanese “Nanzhuang Police Garrison.” The Japanese Governor-General’s Office mobilized several thousand regular troops and used modern weapons to massacre the mountain people. The mountain people bravely resisted the enemy, and the battle was extremely fierce. In the end, they were defeated due to being outnumbered and outgunned. This is the so-called “Nanzhuang Incident,” also known as the “Ri Aguai Incident.” John Ri has received a complete higher education. After graduating from the Department of History at National Taiwan Normal University, he returned to his hometown to teach history at a local school. In addition to teaching, he has taken great interest in collecting and researching historical materials and cultural artifacts related to the Saisiyat people. The Saisiyat elder Waxi once personally told John Ri the full story behind the legend of the “Fountain of Youth.” During this summer vacation, he resolves to personally go to the Xueshan Mountains to uncover the mystery of the “Fountain of Youth.” In the early seventeenth century, red-haired Dutch people sailed to Taiwan for trade. They conducted barter trade with the Indigenous people, mainly purchasing deerskins. On one of the ships was a young doctor named Hans, who often treated the Indigenous people. Because Hans had a gentle manner, was attentive in his medical practice, and possessed excellent medical skills, he was widely welcomed and loved by Indigenous groups near and far. Hans enjoyed traveling to different places, and before long he arrived in the Jiali Mountain area, where several villages of the Saisiyat people—then called the Shishe tribe—were located. The Saisiyat people were very friendly toward Hans. They had heard that he was a highly skilled doctor who could treat many strange illnesses. However, Hans was resented by the Pino family of the tribe. The Pino family were hereditary shamans and healers of the tribe. After Hans arrived in the village, no one came to seek their treatment anymore. They constantly sought to frame Hans and drive him away. The Pino family finally found an opportunity. That summer, fierce winds accompanied by torrential rain struck the nearby region for two consecutive days. Soil, rocks, and mud from the mountains cascaded downward, threatening to swallow their village. The chief quickly led the tribespeople to temporarily take refuge on a nearby river terrace. After the storm passed, their homes were destroyed, and they decided to build houses and establish a new village on this terrace. However, for dozens of consecutive days, the river water remained extremely turbid. Anyone who drank the river water developed a strange illness. At first, they suffered from diarrhea, followed by swelling, pain, and spasms in their joints. Later, their skin began to age rapidly, and their muscles atrophied. Within a few days, they turned into wrinkled old men or women. Although it was not fatal, there was no way to recover. The Pino family began spreading rumors, saying that by allowing an outsider to stay in the village, they had angered the dwarfish spirits, who brought down this strange disease as punishment upon the tribe. The rumors spread wildly throughout the village. However, the chief, Ri Chagu, and the elders did not believe this. They believed it was merely a natural disaster, not a man-made calamity. 〈II〉Hans’s Expedition Team The villagers sought help from Hans. Hans had never seen such a strange disease before. On one hand, he tried administering several medicines to the patients, but none showed any improvement. On the other hand, he instructed the tribespeople to stop drinking river water and instead collect rainwater and dew, or consume the juice of wild vegetables. Hans examined the river water and discovered that it contained several trace metals and mineral sediments of unknown composition. He reasoned that these toxic unknown substances must have come from upstream, washed down from the deep mountains by the heavy rains. He reported to Chief Ri Chagu and the elders his plan to travel upstream along the Xueshan Stream (the upper reaches of the Daan River) to find the source of the toxins and eliminate it, so that the villagers living in the middle and lower reaches would not continue to drink the poisoned water and suffer from this strange disease. If he could bring back these toxic substances for analysis, it might be possible to determine their composition and find an antidote. The chief agreed to Hans’s request and dispatched an expedition team composed of ten warriors to accompany him. The chief’s daughter, Masana Lanya, requested to join the expedition to take care of the team’s daily needs along the way. In fact, ever since Hans arrived in the village, Masana had developed a deep affection for the handsome and upright Hans. She often went to his clinic to help, taking the opportunity to get close to him. Hans, who was unmarried, was certainly not made of wood. How could he not notice Masana’s maidenly affection? It was just that he had been drifting from place to place and did not wish to settle down too early, lest his wife and children suffer from a wandering life. The Xueshan Stream originates from the northwestern foothills of Xueshan, while another tributary, the Madala Stream, originates from the southwestern foothills of Mount Dabajian. Hans’s expedition followed the steadily rising riverbed, advancing slowly through rapids, dangerous shoals, narrow valleys, waterfalls, and cliffs. After ten days, they arrived at the foothills of Mount Bokel, about to enter a forest shrouded in dense fog. Local Atayal hunters hosted them for the night and kindly warned them to take a detour to avoid this “Mist Forest” if possible. It was said that inside there were miasma, hornets, blood-sucking bats, as well as venomous snakes such as the hundred-pace snake and the chain snake, all highly aggressive and deadly. Even more frightening were the large and immensely powerful black bears. Hans discussed with the team members and believed that since the upstream river passed through this primeval forest, the answer they sought might be hidden within it. Since they had come this far, even if the road ahead was perilous, they had to brace themselves and venture in. Early the next morning, they bid farewell to the hunters and entered the Mist Forest along the riverbed of the Xueshan Stream, leaving marks along the way with arranged stones and carvings on tree trunks. As expected, the forest was so dense that it blocked out the sunlight, and the thick fog obscured the sky, making it extremely eerie and terrifying. First, they encountered some venomous snakes and unfriendly wild boars. The warriors tried to avoid startling the animals, but the ever-present blood-sucking leeches and the elusive blood-sucking bats troubled them greatly. After walking for one hour, the group arrived at a sunken valley where hot springs gushed forth, milky white in color. Several vents continuously emitted pale yellow sulfurous gas. From a distance, one could already smell the stench of sulfur. Just as the warriors were about to descend, Hans stopped them. The observant Hans had noticed that dozens of animal carcasses lay scattered throughout the valley. He suspected that the valley floor contained not only pungent sulfur gas but possibly also deadly marsh gas. “Tie a bamboo tube to the end of a rope and lower it to the bottom of the valley. Collect a water sample and bring it back for analysis,” Hans instructed. “What next? Do we continue upward?” asked Kunwu, the oldest warrior in the team. “Carefully go around it and continue upward,” Hans said. After another half hour, they encountered a lava cave, from which the clear waters of the Xueshan Stream flowed out. Aside from this cave, the other three sides were steep cliffs and collapsing rock walls, indicating that they had reached a dead end. “Doctor, there are sheer cliffs on three sides, and there is no path forward. Should we enter the cave? Perhaps there is another world inside,” asked the guide, Chaida. “This cave is a limestone karst cave. The stream flows underground and becomes a subterranean river. We do not know how deep it is or whether it leads out. It would be best to leave two or three people at the entrance so that there will be help in case of danger,” Hans said. “I agree with the doctor. This is our first time here, and the environment is still unfamiliar. It is best to proceed with caution in everything,” said the warrior Kunwu. “We will bring ropes and leave marks along the way after entering. When the torches are half burned, we must immediately turn back,” Hans reminded the team before setting out. After entering the cave, the torchlight revealed a well-developed karst landscape, with stalagmites, stalactites, circular pools, and all kinds of strange and marvelous formations competing in beauty. After walking for about half an hour, they encountered a skylight. Sunlight shone down like a beam of light. Beside it was a cascading waterfall, with stream water rushing down from above with a roaring sound. This should be the exit.
Hans and his group climbed out of the cave entrance, and outside there was unexpectedly a grassy river terrace covered in lush green turf. The grassland was filled with all kinds of exotic flowers and plants, and these flowers and plants emitted various fragrances, all of which they had never seen before. Masana joyfully ran across the grassland, chasing brightly colored butterflies. Before long, she stopped. It turned out that her gaze had been drawn to a patch of plants laden with blue-purple berries. It seemed she had never seen such berries before. She was completely absorbed in observing them, unaware that Hans was already standing behind her. Curious, Masana picked a berry and held it to her nose to smell it. Finding the fragrance pleasant, she was just about to put it into her mouth. “Wait, Masana. We do not know whether these berries are edible. If you are poisoned, it will be troublesome,” Hans promptly advised. “Do not worry, Doctor. I observed carefully just now and found that there are insect bite marks on the fruit. It should be fine,” Masana raised her head and said with a smile. “It tastes sweet and sour, Doctor. You should try it as well.” Masana picked another berry and put it into Hans’s mouth. “Yes, the taste is very good. It can be eaten raw and is also suitable for making jam,” Hans said. The air here was fresh, the water was clean and sweet, and there were several kinds of wild fruits. They decided to make a fire and set up camp here. The men busied themselves setting up camp, gathering firewood, and hunting, while Masana and Hans went to collect several kinds of wild fruits and vegetables. Once preparations were almost complete, everyone went one after another to bathe in the stream. In the evening, Masana made a fire and cooked outdoors. The main dish for dinner that night was roasted muntjac meat, and the side dishes were stream shrimp and wild fruits and vegetables. After more than two months of exploration, Hans’s expedition team finally brought back more than a dozen bags of water, which was the “Fountain of Youth.” This spring was accidentally discovered by Hans and his group in a grassy valley deep within the Xueshan Mountains. The location of the narrow valley was extremely hidden. The Fountain of Youth cured the villagers’ strange illness, restoring the patients to their original appearance. However, Hans and the warriors who had accompanied him, not long after returning, began to age rapidly for unknown reasons. Within less than five years, they successively grew old and died. Only Masana was an exception. She bore a daughter with Hans, yet she seemed to remain eternally youthful. Even after her great-granddaughter Salena grew into adulthood, Masana’s figure and appearance were still the same as when she was young, astonishing the tribespeople. Later, during a tribal war, Masana and Salena disappeared together. 〈IV〉John Ri’s Expedition Journey John Ri and his group trekked upstream along the Xueshan Stream valley, following exactly the same mountain route that Hans’s expedition had taken more than three hundred years ago. For this journey, John Ri gathered more than a dozen young people from nearby Saisiyat and Atayal communities. They planned to spend seven to eight weeks searching throughout more than a dozen mountains over three thousand meters in the Xueshan massif. The preparations before departure alone took three months. Qili, the son of the elder Waxi, accompanied them as a guide. He worked as a forest ranger in the Xueshan Forestry Bureau and was familiar with the terrain and routes of the mountain region. On the eighth day after entering the mountains, the group had already reached the “Mist Forest” at an elevation of 2,200 meters. The original temperate coniferous forest here had been extensively logged during the Japanese colonial period, its mysterious veil lifted, and replaced with artificially planted forests. Rows of fir trees stood upright in uniformity, but their trunks were only waist-thick and could not block out the clouds and sky. On a terrace along the mountainside were scattered more than twenty houses. This was the Atayal “Moon Tribe.” The more gently sloping land had been cultivated into orchards and vegetable gardens. Along the edges of the forest grew scattered yellow balsam flowers. Their bright yellow petals were marked with red rings, resembling small hanging boats. The ends of the flowers curved into hooks, delicate and lovely, like fairies soaring in the wind. They inquired with the elders of the tribe about the route to Fairy Valley. The elders told them a legend about Fairy Valley, saying that it was a mysterious forbidden land of the Atayal, and they hoped the group would not enter it. Not only was the route extremely dangerous, but it was also said that those who had entered in the past had never come out again. The group continued upstream along the river valley. Because several tributaries branched out from the upper reaches of the Xueshan Stream, whenever they reached a confluence, they had to stop and analyze which branch might be the main stream. The map they had brought was of no use at all, as it did not indicate the names or locations of the tributaries. After another two days of travel, they arrived at the entrance of a lava cave outside Fairy Valley. The cave entrance had already collapsed, forming a spring. John Ri decided to climb over the sheer cliffs and detour from above. After considerable effort, they finally scaled the cliff and continued upward. After about an hour, they saw a beautiful valley of yellow butterflies, situated on a river terrace. John Ri boldly inferred that this was the legendary “Fairy Valley.” The group walked across a grassland blooming with exotic flowers and plants. Not far away, two young girls carrying bamboo baskets were harvesting corn in a field. Seeing outsiders arrive, the girls put down their work and stared curiously at John Ri’s group. John Ri attempted to communicate with them in the Saisiyat language. “Miss, may I ask, is this Fairy Valley?” John Ri asked politely. “Yes,” replied the girl with the long braid shyly. “May I ask, is this the source of the Fountain of Youth?” John Ri asked again. “We are not sure. You can ask our ancestor Salena,” said the other girl, who had her hair tied up. “Salena? Are you sure it is Salena?” John Ri thought he had misheard, and the others were also very curious. “Yes. She is our ancestor,” said the girl with her hair tied up. “Could it be that Salena is still alive until now?” John Ri asked in disbelief. “Yes, she has always been alive and well,” the girl with her hair tied up affirmed again. The group could hardly believe it and began whispering among themselves. “How is that possible?” They exchanged opinions one after another. “Mother, these people are very strange. They seem to be very concerned about our ancestor,” said the girl with the long braid to the girl with her hair tied up. “What? You two are mother and daughter?” John Ri almost exclaimed in shock. “Yes. I am Lisa Lanya, and she is my daughter, Lanya Bomei,” said the girl with her hair tied up. “But you look so young?” John Ri asked in confusion. “I do not know. The adult women here are all like me,” Lisa said. “Let me introduce myself. My name is John Ri. I am the young chief of Donghe Village of the Saisiyat people. They are my companions. It is a pleasure to meet you both,” John Ri briefly introduced himself and his companions. 〈V〉A Paradise on Earth Lisa and Bomei led John Ri and his group, walking for about forty minutes, into the village. The village was built in a concealed place at the foothills shaded by fir trees, still consisting of the same “stilted houses” from more than three hundred years ago. Dozens of stilted houses were arranged in an orderly, terraced formation along the foothills. As John Ri and his group entered the village, the barking of dogs caused a commotion, and the villagers came down from their houses one after another to watch. John Ri and the others immediately noticed that the entire village was composed of women. There were not many children, only about six or seven, and all of them were girls, with no boys at all. “What exactly is going on? What kind of place is this?” Magao, a dark-skinned and tall Atayal youth walking beside John Ri, asked in a low voice. John Ri shrugged, indicating that he was equally full of questions. John Ri recalled that he had once read in his high school textbook Tao Yuanming’s “Peach Blossom Spring.” But could this really be a paradise on earth? Why had they not seen a single man in the village so far? The group followed Lisa and her daughter along a path paved with bluestone. On both sides were manor courtyards enclosed by short fences. The fences, made of orange jasmine, were about half a person’s height. Each household had its own drying ground for grain, a well, and a granary, with lush plants and trees inside. The stilted houses stood about four to five feet above the ground, all facing the valley with their backs to the mountains. Each household had three to five rooms connected to one another, with a central living room and a wooden ladder leading to the ground. They arrived at the “ancestral house,” an elegant and refined estate. Surrounded by the women of the entire village, the group entered the house. The “old ancestor,” Salena, hearing the commotion, came out from her bedroom to meet the visitors. “What a beautiful young woman!” John Ri and the others exclaimed silently in their hearts. Judging from Salena’s appearance, she looked no more than in her early twenties. However, her actual age was over two hundred years, already a venerable elder. Her long hair was still black and lustrous, and there was not a single wrinkle on her face. John Ri and the others were stunned on the spot, unable to believe what they were seeing. “My name is John Ri. I am your descendant, a descendant of Chief Ri Chagu. According to generational order, I should address you the same way as Lisa Lanya does, respectfully calling you ‘old ancestor,’” John Ri said respectfully. “There is no need for formalities. You are all guests from afar. If you stay here for a few days, you will not bear to leave,” Salena said with a smile. From Salena’s account, John Ri finally understood clearly that the tribal war more than two hundred years ago had forced Salena and her grandmother Masana to flee the Saisiyat tribe and come here for refuge. During their escape, Masana sacrificed her life to block the pursuing Atayal warriors. Over the past two hundred years, several groups of people had accidentally entered Fairy Valley. They married the descendants of Salena and multiplied until today. After hearing Salena’s full account, John Ri and the others found it difficult to believe. There was a hot spring pool in the valley, which was the legendary Fountain of Youth. On the fifteenth day of every month, on the night of the full moon, all the women of the village would bathe in it together. This was the reason they could maintain eternal youth. However, men could not come into contact with this Fountain of Youth. Otherwise, they would rapidly age and die. Three hundred years ago, the Saisiyat expedition led by the Dutch doctor Hans had bathed in the Fountain of Youth, and after returning to their tribe, the men’s bodies aged rapidly, and within a few years they died of old age one after another. All babies born in this valley were girls, without exception. When girls reached around the age of twenty and their bodily organs matured, they would no longer age. In comparison, men had much shorter lifespans. These factors caused women to always make up the overwhelming majority in the valley. The villagers living in the valley called this place “Worry-Free Valley.” After staying as guests in Worry-Free Valley for several days, John Ri carefully observed their way of life and female culture and discovered many aspects completely different from the outside world. In terms of production, they farmed collectively, and the harvested food was distributed according to the population of each household. As for tools, clothing, and daily necessities, they followed a system of division of labor, each performing their own duties efficiently. The products were first gathered together and then distributed according to need. In terms of diet, they avoided meat entirely, with beans, grains, taro, sweet potatoes, and fruits and vegetables as their staple foods. Grains, beans, and tubers were only steamed or boiled, while fruits and vegetables were eaten raw. This primitive social system was essentially a “utopian” ideal society. John Ri discovered that in the entire village, before the expedition team arrived, there were only two elderly men. He wanted to learn more about the history of this place from them. One day, he and Magao went to the “men’s house” to visit the two of them. The men’s house was a place where elderly men spent their later years in rest and care. Men who lived there were exempted from farming labor. The two men living in the men’s house were one named Matsumoto Jiro, from Japan. According to his own account, he had gotten lost while patrolling the mountains and wandered into Worry-Free Valley. During the Japanese colonial period, he had been a forest ranger in the Forestry Bureau. The other man was a Han Chinese from mainland China named Wu Zhiyong. In the 50th year of the Republic of China, after punching his company commander, he fled from a military unit stationed in Sanwan and eventually hid in this valley. Matsumoto was already over ninety years old, and Wu was over seventy, yet both were still physically robust. During casual conversation, John Ri curiously asked, “There are children in this Worry-Free Valley, but no other adult men. What is the reason?” “About ten years ago, a hunting party of the Atayal came here. They stayed for three years and then suddenly left without saying goodbye,” Wu replied. “No wonder there are children in this valley. They must be the descendants left behind by that hunting party,” John Ri murmured to himself, as if realizing something. “Over these years, have you never thought about leaving?” Magao asked. Wu shook his head and smiled faintly, saying, “This place is my home.” John Ri thought to himself, “That is true. Being able to live here in such a leisurely way is also a kind of blessing. If not for my parents at home and my younger siblings still studying, I would indeed long for this kind of peaceful life in the forest garden.” John Ri noticed that in Worry-Free Valley, everyone had very few desires, and there were never any disputes. This was an almost perfect matriarchal society. Lisa once told John Ri that although her husband had already left more than twenty years ago, she and her daughter still lacked nothing in food and clothing. John Ri carefully reflected on this matter. Precisely because men were not indispensable to their lives, there was no competition or conflict characteristic of a patriarchal society here. 〈VI〉The Garden of Living Stone Sculptures After the mystery of the Fountain of Youth was revealed, John Ri and his group felt that the mission of their journey had been successfully accomplished. None of them planned to stay. Although in this fairy-like kingdom of women they had received unprecedented hospitality, and every member of the team felt both honored and overwhelmed, this ideal way of life was ultimately not suitable for them. Men should live in a competitive society, rather than escaping into this utopia. Magao, a member of the expedition team, had spent the past few days with Lanya Bomei. He got along very well with her, and they were deeply attracted to each other. This caused him great distress. Magao sought help from John Ri, hoping that he would agree to take Bomei away with them. John Ri told him that this matter must first obtain Lisa’s consent. In fact, after only a few days of interaction with Lisa, John Ri had vaguely sensed that the kind and pure Lisa seemed to harbor an unspoken affection for him. After several days as guests, John Ri informed Lisa of their decision to leave and expressed his gratitude for her guidance and warm hospitality over the past few days. Lisa said nothing, but a layer of melancholy appeared in her eyes. She only asked John Ri to follow her to a place: the Garden of Living Stone Sculptures. Although John Ri felt troubled, his curiosity drove him to find out what astonishing secret Lisa intended to reveal. This garden was located in the most secluded mountain hollow of Fairy Valley. John Ri followed Lisa through a long forest path of fir trees. The path wound up and down with the terrain. After passing a waterfall four to five zhang high and walking another two li, they arrived at a garden. The garden was warm and humid. Hundreds of flowers bloomed in neat flowerbeds. Butterflies fluttered gracefully, and the fragrance of flowers filled the air. It felt like eternal spring. However, beneath a pavilion in one corner stood dozens of marble statues of human figures. Each statue stood or sat, with expressions and postures that looked lifelike, even though they were covered with a thin layer of moss. The stone sculptures immediately caught John Ri’s attention. He walked over and observed them closely. To his surprise, he discovered that two of the statues had tattoos on their faces and chests. He found this incredible and could not help reaching out to touch them carefully. “Lisa, why did you bring me here from so far away? Are you trying to tell me some kind of secret?” John Ri turned to face Lisa and asked. “John Ri, can you and your friends stay here?” Lisa said, her expression revealing a trace of sorrow. “Lisa, we must leave here and return to where we originally came from,” John Ri said, feeling a degree of reluctance in his heart. “Could it be… could it be that you cannot stay for me?” Two tears fell from her eyes, and Lisa quickly turned away, not wanting John Ri to see her weakness. “Lisa, I understand your kindness toward me, but I am a schoolteacher. The children in the tribe need me. They must all be waiting for me to return,” John Ri turned Lisa back toward him and gazed deeply at her tender face. “John Ri, I do not want to hide it from you anymore. You and your friends can never go back,” Lisa said seriously. “What? Lisa, do you mean that Salena will not allow us to leave here?” John Ri asked in shock. “No, it has nothing to do with our ancestor. She has never stopped anyone who wishes to leave,” Lisa said. “Then what is the reason?” John Ri asked. “As soon as you step out of Fairy Valley, you will immediately become like them,” Lisa said, pointing to the stone statues beside her. “Is what you say true?” John Ri was extremely shocked. “It is true. You have already noticed the tattoos on the stone statues,” Lisa said. It turned out that these stone sculptures were all once living people who had been transformed into stone. No wonder even the tattoos on their faces and chests were flawlessly lifelike. Lisa explained that anyone who stepped out of Fairy Valley would anger the guardian deity and be immediately turned into stone. The stone figures in the garden were the consequences of those who ignored warnings and left on their own. John Ri thought to himself, “This is truly terrible.” Dozens of stone figures stood there. They had all once been living people. Although their faces were covered with moss, their expressions were vividly lifelike. John Ri carefully studied their clothing and found that these people came from different periods. Some were Han Chinese wearing the clothing of commoners from the Qing dynasty, some were Japanese soldiers wearing duckbill military caps, and there were also several young men dressed in Atayal hunting attire. They were evidently mountaineers who had only recently been turned into stone. John Ri suddenly recalled what Wu Zhiyong had said—that ten years ago, an Atayal hunting party had accidentally entered Fairy Valley, stayed there for three years, and later left without saying goodbye. It turned out that this hunting party had never left Fairy Valley at all, but had been transformed into stone statues. Thinking of this, John Ri shuddered with fear…
After returning from the garden, John Ri recounted everything he had seen and heard that day in full detail to his teammates. Everyone was half believing and half doubting. John Ri repeatedly emphasized that although Lisa hoped he would stay, there was no need for her to go to such lengths to fabricate such a suspenseful story to deceive him. John Ri believed that everything Lisa said was true. The teammates believed that the Fountain of Youth here might indeed possess the miraculous effect of rejuvenation, because among all the women in Fairy Valley, not a single elderly person could be seen. However, they could not quite accept the claim that there existed a guardian deity who would turn those who left into stone statues, a statement that sounded almost like a threat. The expedition team had already made up their minds to leave this place as soon as possible, and no matter what, they could not be persuaded otherwise. To prevent all his teammates from suffering this disaster, John Ri decided to risk himself alone to verify whether Lisa’s words were true. He told all his teammates that if he unfortunately turned into a stone statue, they should go to Lisa and ask her to lead them in pleading with the old ancestor. Perhaps the old ancestor would have a way to allow them to leave Fairy Valley safely. If he escaped unharmed, within three days he would release a carrier pigeon to contact them, informing them of the route and method to leave Fairy Valley, and they would arrange a time and place to meet outside the valley. The team members agreed to John Ri’s plan and began preparations quietly. Early that morning, Qili and Magao accompanied John Ri to the valley entrance, following the same route by which they had entered earlier. The two men tied a rope around John Ri’s body and lowered him from the top of the cliff to the entrance of the lava cave outside the valley. Then they waved farewell to him from the cliff. On the morning after John Ri left, Lisa came to look for him. The team members first lied to her, saying that John Ri had gone nearby to clear his mind. At noon, Lisa still did not see John Ri. She asked twice, but the team members kept silent and all said they did not know where he had gone. That same day, the news of John Ri’s disappearance quickly spread throughout the village. Lisa became worried that John Ri might have ignored her warning and secretly left Fairy Valley. On the second, third, and fourth days, Lisa went to John Ri’s house every day, waiting for news of him, while an ominous feeling gradually formed in her heart. Three days passed, and the carrier pigeon still had not returned. The team members began to worry that something had really happened to John Ri. On the fifth day, under Lisa’s pressing questions, the team members finally told the truth. “How could you let him leave this place? This will harm him,” Lisa said, her voice full of anxiety and reproach. “What should we do now? Is there any way to remedy this?” Qili asked. “I will go to the old ancestor and ask her to allow me to go out and find John Ri,” Lisa said. Leading a group of women, Lisa went out to search for John Ri. Three days later, they indeed “carried” John Ri back—he had already become a stone statue. Everyone felt deeply saddened and regretted not listening to Lisa’s warning. John Ri’s stone statue was carried into the ancestral house. Lisa, Bomei, and the other members of the expedition gathered around the statue. The old ancestor, Salena, sat leisurely in an armchair, knitting a sweater. “Lisa, you must have a way to bring him back to life, don’t you?” the young Magao asked. “No, I am powerless, unless…” Lisa hesitated. “Unless what? Lisa, say it quickly,” Qili urged. “Unless he agrees to marry me,” Lisa said calmly. “But Lisa, look at him now—he has turned into stone and cannot move. How can he agree to marry you?” Qili asked, puzzled. Lisa bit her finger, squeezed out a few drops of fresh blood, and everyone watched as she smeared the blood onto the lips of the stone statue. Miraculously, the head of the statue came back to life. Amid the exclamations of his teammates, John Ri slowly opened his eyes. “You have angered the guardian deity, John Ri. You have been punished,” Lisa said, gazing at him with tenderness. “Lisa, I am sorry!” John Ri’s single sentence of apology was like the sunlight of spring, melting the ice and snow in Lisa’s heart. 〈VIII〉United at Last The punishment that John Ri had suffered was lifted when he agreed to “marry” Lisa and integrate into this matriarchal society. With the blessings of everyone, the newlyweds completed their lifelong union in the ancestral house, with the old ancestor Salena personally presiding over the ceremony. After this lesson, the expedition members understood that they could not act rashly before finding a safe way to leave. As autumn passed and winter came, the team members fell in love with the young women of the village. They still set aside time every day to gather together and talk. During their conversations, each of them would inevitably think of their distant hometowns, revealing feelings of homesickness. Yet they all understood one another without speaking it aloud, quietly waiting for the right moment. Magao “married” Bomei, and he truly loved her. Qili, Nogan, and the other team members also seemed to have found their own emotional homes. The girls here had gentle temperaments and simple minds, each raised to be a virtuous wife and mother. They shouldered the livelihood of their households and the work assigned by the ancestral house, working diligently every day without complaint and never worrying about food or clothing, because here all resources were shared communally. The cold northeast monsoon was blocked by the towering Xueshan Mountain Range. In winter, the branches of the fir trees in the valley were covered with a thin layer of ice and snow. After the waters of the Xueshan Stream flowed through Fairy Valley, the ice and snow melted, so farming did not stop. Potatoes, taro, millet, and cold-resistant vegetables were the main crops during this period. During the day, John Ri and Magao followed Lisa and Bomei up the mountains and down to the fields, while the other team members dispersed with the young women they loved and joined in agricultural work. At night, they gathered with the villagers in the square before the ancestral house, lit blazing bonfires, drank, sang, and danced until late into the night. Peach, plum, and apricot trees were in full bloom, forming a vast sea of blossoms stretching along both sides of the foothills. Bees and butterflies moved among the flowers, creating a scene full of vitality that deeply moved John Ri and his companions. Lisa and Bomei became pregnant one after another, and Qili and the others also started families. Gradually, everyone integrated into life here and no longer spoke of leaving. After becoming pregnant, Lisa and Bomei no longer needed to work in the fields. During the day, the mother and daughter were busy preparing fermented beverages, turning peaches and plums into fruit wine with a fragrant and mellow taste. At night, they wove cotton and linen garments in preparation for the arrival of the newborns. Although Fairy Valley was isolated from the outside world, people who entered the valley from time to time brought news from beyond, so the residents knew of the Ming Zheng period, the Qing rule period, the Japanese colonial period, and the Republic of China. John Ri, who had studied history, was skilled at storytelling and had hundreds and thousands of stories in his mind. Lisa, Bomei, and the villagers all loved to listen to them. 〈IX〉Returning to the Mortal World The New Year was approaching. Life in Fairy Valley remained calm as usual, without any special celebrations. Lisa told John Ri and the others that according to the customs of the valley, around the time of the Han Chinese Lunar New Year, men were allowed half a month to return to their hometowns to visit relatives, but they had to return within the prescribed time, otherwise they would turn into stone statues. Upon hearing this news, John Ri and the others were overjoyed. Although they only had half a month and could only reunite briefly with family and friends in their hometowns, it was enough to relieve their homesickness. “Do you really have to go back?” Lisa asked. “Of course. I must return to visit relatives and friends so that they can be reassured,” John Ri said excitedly. “Alas, I am afraid that I may never see you again, John,” Lisa said, her expression sorrowful. “We are only separating temporarily. Do not think too much about it, all right?” John Ri said, embracing Lisa to comfort her. “But I am afraid…” Lisa hesitated, but John Ri, immersed in his joy, did not notice at all. Before departure, they gathered in front of the ancestral house. Each person drank a bowl of purple potion called “Forget-Me-Not.” Lisa said it was a medicine that would protect them temporarily from turning into stone, but its effect would only last for half a month. They bid farewell to the old ancestor. Lisa, Bomei, and dozens of family members came to the valley entrance to see them off, filled with lingering emotions. “Lisa, it is a pity that I cannot take you back to Donghe Village. Our Saisiyat tribe is full of kind people. If you met them, you would surely be happy,” John Ri said reluctantly. “John Ri, you must return on time. Do not make us worry,” Lisa said, her eyes misty with tears. John Ri recorded everything he had seen and heard here and secretly hid the notes on his person, intending to take them out during this opportunity. The next day, the expedition members found themselves lying on the stream bank beside the collapsed exit of the lava cave. No one remembered what had happened. They followed the original route back to Donghe Village in Wufeng Township. As for the notebook that had recorded their experiences in Fairy Valley, when John Ri opened it after returning, there was no record whatsoever of Fairy Valley, as if it had vanished into thin air. Even John Ri himself did not know that such a thing had ever existed. In the ancestral house of Fairy Valley, the old ancestor Salena lay on a rattan chair, murmuring in the ancient Saisiyat language, “Forget-me-not.” When read in reverse, it became, “I have forgotten.”
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