1991: The Era of Hong Kong Dramas

Both of them were starving, and they ate with relish.

Huo Sheng barely looked up while eating, focusing intently on his bowl. Wang Jingwen remained silent, picking up beef noodles one bite at a time with her chopsticks, occasionally glancing at him before looking down again, lost in thought.

After finishing their meal, Huo Sheng, seeing that it was almost time, asked, "Do you still want to come with me now?"

Wang Jingwen was wiping her mouth with a tissue when she heard this and paused.

Having said all that, whether or not she went to the film set was no longer important. She no longer felt any aversion to the song, but she also didn't feel an urgent need to go back and record it.

She put down the tissue and asked curiously, "What kind of movie are you filming?"

She only heard Liang Rongjun say that he valued Huo Sheng, but she actually knew nothing about him.

"It's just a work about the stock market in the 70s."

"You wrote the script yourself?"

"Um."

Huo Sheng remained noncommittal.

Wang Jingwen stared at him for two seconds. This man had been like this ever since they met. He was perfunctory when asked about his own affairs, but relentlessly pursued her thoughts when asked about them.

What's so strange about this? It seems like only he understands me.

"Let's go take a look then. I've been traveling for so long to get here."

Wang Jingwen spoke in a calm tone, and then stood up.

"Can."

Huo Sheng had no objection; he had already achieved his goal, and he would spend the rest of his time with her, since it was quite rare for a superstar to have such a fall from grace.

He stood up, grabbed the change from the table, and stuffed it into his pocket.

The two left the tea restaurant one after the other.

The sun was even brighter on the street than before. This time, Wang Jingwen didn't hesitate and followed him directly, and Huo Sheng also slowed down. Before they knew it, the two were only a shoulder's width apart.

The shadows cast on the ground were of different lengths, one long and one short.

Faye Wong had visited TVB before, and she was a frequent visitor.

These days, any singer who has released a song in Hong Kong must appear on a TV program like "Enjoy Yourself Tonight".

However, this was my first time visiting a film studio.

This place is much more chaotic than the variety show recording area because filming scenes need to be constantly changed, and prop boxes and other items are just thrown on the ground, making it look messy at first glance.

"Look around as you like."

Huo Sheng didn't take it seriously.

Wang Jingwen pursed her lips, but still chose to follow behind him.

Wei Jiahui was squatting in front of the monitor, busy giving instructions to the cameraman, when he looked up and saw Huo Sheng suddenly return. He was taken aback and asked, "Sheng, didn't you ask for leave today?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her gaze went past Huo Sheng's shoulder and landed on Wang Jingwen, who was following behind him.

His already small eyes narrowed, and he smiled, "And who is this?"

Faye Wong is tall and dressed simply, but she has a different feel from the girls in Hong Kong.

"The matter was resolved ahead of schedule."

Huo Sheng didn't elaborate, casually saying, "This is a new friend I just met."

"Yeah?"

Wai Ka-fai didn't know whether he truly believed it or not, but he smiled at Wong Jing-wen and said, "Hello, I'm Wai Ka-fai."

"Hello, my name is Wang Jingwen."

She doesn't talk much, and that's the end of her greeting.

Wei Jiahui then turned to Huo Sheng and said, "If I had known you would come during the day, I wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble."

"What's wrong?"

"Today we're filming the scene where Little Jew dies. Huimin is having a hard time getting into character, so Yingming took them to rehearse."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"I don't know. I feel that when you explain the scene, Huimin understands it very well, but when Yingming explains the scene, she has a hard time understanding it."

"..."

Huo Sheng was speechless for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, the studio door opened again.

Lau Ching-wan came in first, wearing a drab gray costume with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his face was still covered in makeup, looking quite unwell.

Vivian Chow followed behind.

She was still wearing her costume from the play, a plain-colored dress, her hair was down, and she hadn't removed her makeup. Her eyes were red, as if she had just been crying.

The two had just returned from rehearsing on the grass.

Yuan Yingming followed closely behind, and was talking to the two of them, probably about the details of the scene they had just witnessed.

Vivian Chow listened intently, a tear still clinging to her eyelashes. She inadvertently looked up, her gaze first falling on Huo Sheng, who wasn't even there.

Before the corners of her mouth could even turn up in a smile, she glanced at Wang Jingwen, who was standing behind Huo Sheng.

Wang Jingwen was also looking at her.

After a two-second eye contact, Vivian Chow finally reacted, then smiled and said, "Jingwen, it's been a long time."

Wang Jingwen nodded, "Long time no see."

In 1990, Faye Wong participated in the third season of the talent show and sang "Everything". The host happened to be Vivian Chow.

The two were old acquaintances, but at that time, Faye Wong was a contestant singer, while Vivian Chow was already a popular idol.

They were supposed to be old acquaintances, but in reality, their relationship was just that of people on and off stage.

After exchanging greetings, Vivian Chow turned her gaze back to Huo Sheng.

"Screenwriter Huo, didn't you take the day off today?"

"Oh, I've finished ahead of schedule," Huo Sheng said.

"That's good."

She smiled, a hint of unreadable emotion flickering in her eyes. "Today's scene is very important; I'll feel more at ease if you're here."

His tone and words were very ordinary, but those present were somewhat terrified.

Liu Qingyun coughed beside him.

He glanced at Huo Sheng, then at Wang Jingwen, then at Zhou Huimin, reached out and patted Huo Sheng on the shoulder, lowering his voice:

"How dare you bring someone here?"

"What are you talking about?"

Huo Sheng ignored him.

Wang Jingwen didn't notice these subtle misunderstandings.

She was looking around the set in the photography studio—a lawn, benches, and soft lighting, like the color of dusk.

She was a little curious about filming, as she had only seen the finished product on TV before and had never seen what the set was like.

As they were talking, Yuan Yingming called out:

"Fang Zhanbo, Ruan Mei, get ready!"

Vivian Chow didn't linger any longer. She readjusted herself, turned around, and walked towards the set.

The lights dimmed, and the entire room fell silent.

On the grass.

Vivian Chow leaned on Sean Lau's shoulder, her face as white as paper, her eyelashes drooping, and her lips almost bloodless. The makeup artist had applied a layer of powder, completely covering her originally rosy complexion, making her look frighteningly pale.

"Zhanbo..."

The sound was very faint and soft, intermittent, and the breaths seemed to come out one after another.

Liu Qingyun held her hand without saying a word.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he tightened his grip slightly, his knuckles turning white.

Vivian Chow slowly opened her eyes and looked at him.

Little Jew could no longer hold on; after running for a very long time, he could finally stop.

She smiled with relief.

Wang Jingwen looked at that smile and suddenly felt a tightness in her throat.

"I tell you all the time, I am most afraid of the dark."

Vivian Chow paused, her breathing shallow, her chest barely rising and falling.

"Don't be afraid now, you are here."

After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes.

The hand slipped from Liu Qingyun's grasp and landed on the bench with a soft thud.

Liu Qingyun kept his head down and remained motionless.

The camera zoomed in, and his shoulders began to tremble.

one more time.