Ayi and the Golden Light of White Wax
Prologue: The Heart Lamp of the Indian Temple
In the late autumn of 1999, the aroma of coconut rice drifted from the 14th floor of an HDB flat in Jurong West, Singapore. Alai gently rubbed the brass butter lamp he had picked up from a shop on Indian Temple Street—its base engraved with the words "Geng-Chen White Wax Gold."
Inside his wife’s womb, his unborn daughter, Ayi, kicked as if eager to break through the gates of the new millennium.
2003: The Hawker Centre in Jurong West
"Why do my classmates laugh at my crayon drawings?" Three-year-old Ayi clenched her scribbled paper full of goldfish sketches.
Alai lit the wick of the butter lamp, letting his daughter watch the flame dance within the glass cover. "True light is never afraid of being blocked. Look at your drawing—the more they laugh, the more you improve."
He dipped his pulled tea and traced the symbol 卍 on a napkin. The milky stain spread into the shape of a lotus.
After a while, Ayi pointed at the leaves on a tree. "Grandma says we are all leaves on a tree. She is an old leaf, and I am a newly sprouted one."
Alai suddenly put on a fierce expression. "I am a bad daddy!"
Seeing Ayi about to cry, he suddenly grinned and said, "I am a good daddy!"
Ayi pouted, "I want a good daddy, not a bad daddy!"
2009: A Father-Daughter Rift
Alai was wrong.
Nine-year-old Ayi curled up in the dark corner of her world, sobbing. In her mind, her father’s furious face burned like a terrifying screen saver.
Why didn’t he love her anymore? Was secretly playing on the computer such an unforgivable sin?
Flashes of her father’s memory surfaced: the 2007 performance at the Buddhist Lodge in Singapore—"Seven years old. Forty-three years old... Thirty years later! Thirty-seven. Seventy-three..."
Night after night, Alai felt his heart torn into countless fragments.
That midnight, Ayi dreamed she had turned into a rusty coin, sinking to the bottom of the Singapore River.
Suddenly, thousands of butter lamps floated down the current, their flames carrying torn fragments of the Heart Sutra copied by her father:
"Because there are no attachments, there is no fear..."
She reached out and grasped one—only for it to transform into a floating mathematical formula.
2025: A Wonderful Life in the Present Moment
Alai transformed into Heavenly Boy, guiding Ayi through all obstacles until they reached the shores of life’s vast ocean.
"Look at the complete analysis of White Wax Gold’s life pattern," an old man by the sea winked mysteriously. "The Three Fate Convergence says: 'Gold must meet fire to be forged into true form'..."
At the instant fireworks exploded in the sky, Ayi suddenly saw it clearly—
The heart lamp her father had polished for 26 years held a secret. Embedded at its base was the very gold teething ring she had bitten during her first birthday ritual.
Above her head, the water of her mother’s Heavenly River fate shimmered. The sacred moment of her birth, 25 years ago, was now vividly replaying in the waterfall of light from the Ferris wheel—
Her mother, cradling baby Ayi, smiled knowingly and whispered, "You reckless little thing!"
As the morning light illuminated the Jurong West sky, Alai found a note from his daughter stuck to his bedside:
"I took the Covered Lamp Fire heart lamp to the lab. A nano-coating will make its flame eternal—just like the life algorithm you taught me."
On the windowsill, she had traced a function onto the lamp’s glass cover with gold paint:
y = ∞ (x = love).
Live Broadcast: Water Flows, Flowers Bloom, Spring Is Eternal
Alai smiled. He understood now.
Under the fiery love of her Covered Lamp Fire father and the deep, flowing care of her Heavenly River Water mother—both a furnace and a flood—White Wax Gold Ayi had finally forged her own essence, a pure heart unstained by the world.
As for Wax, it could be the crayon she would use to paint her life’s masterpiece. Or it could be the candlelight guiding her through the darkest moments.
And Gold?
Gold shines, untarnished. Unique and radiant.
Ah, Heavenly Boy appeared again, marveling:
"The six pivotal energies of Yin and Yang flow as purely as white water; the five elements of earthly life paint five beautiful faces like blooming flowers."
"Like flowing water, like fleeting years; like blossoming flowers, like cherished moments."
"Ah! Water flows, flowers bloom—spring is eternal!"
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