Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

A university drama club was organizing a gala to commemorate the 20th anniversary of Macao's return to China. During rehearsals, a dot on the background map disappeared.

A: "China has 960 million square kilometers, and Macau has 33 square kilometers. On a map, they're just a dot. There's no need to be so serious about it."

The actor who plays Wen Yiduo said, "Not a single bit can be lost; we must reclaim Macau."

B: "There are still 30 minutes until the performance starts. If you're not ready by then, I'll have to use the understudy."

A: "Yes, we've been rehearsing for this play for 30 days."

Actor: "It took three hundred years for Macau to return to China; we can't afford to lose it again."

Then the actor playing Wen Yiduo embarked on a frantic search, during which he encountered modern cities.

In the security room, I saw video footage of Macao's return to China in 1999;

I saw the Hong Kong-Zhuhai-Macau Bridge, which was circled on a large map;

I met the son of the designer of the Hong Kong-Zhuhai-Macau Bridge. It turned out that this kid had taken away the Macau map from the background.

"My classmates said that the bridge my dad built was too small and couldn't be seen on the map at all, so I wanted to make one myself to show them."

"..."

In the end, the actor didn't make it to the cultural performance because his makeup came off and his beard fell off, but he managed to stick the Macau map back on.

On stage, two Young Pioneers sang "The Song of Seven Sons," while the actors and the young boy chatted quietly in the audience amidst the background music of the song and the recitation of "Wen Yiduo's understudy."

The boy asked, "Are you Wen Yiduo?"

The actor glanced at him but didn't say anything.

The boy continued, "I think Wen Yiduo was just like you."

The actor still didn't respond, but instead asked, "Did your father say when he'd be back?"

The boy said, "My dad said there's still one bridge that hasn't been repaired yet. He'll come back when it's finished."

Just then, the understudy for Wen Yiduo on stage said, "I want to come back."

The young man in the audience continued, "I believe it will happen soon."

The background music of a group singing begins.

The actor's eyes glistened with tears, and he nodded with a mixture of relief and solemnity.

The film has ended.

Yang Che estimated that the film was about 6 minutes long.

In another timeline, someone said it wasn't "The Song of the Seven Sons" but "The Song of the Nine Sons," and that it also involved Mongolia and Ryukyu.

Wen Yiduo wrote this series of poems in 1925, before Mongolia gained independence. In his poem about Taiwan, Ryukyu also wrote, "We are a string of pearls held up by the East China Sea; Ryukyu is my younger brother, and I am Taiwan," and given that Ryukyu was historically a tributary state, it's impossible for him to have written that.

Just as I was planning to draw the Hong Kong-Zhuhai-Macau Bridge before going to the Beijing Film Academy, Fan Bingbing arrived.

Seeing Yang Che looking her over, Fan Bingbing asked coquettishly, "What's wrong?"

Yang Che held out his hand: "Did you take your anti-inflammatory medicine?"

Fan Bingbing sat on his lap with a grin: "No, I've never liked taking medicine since I was little."

After spending some time cuddling together, Yang Che said, "Let's go, you go wait next door for a while, I'll go buy some food."

Fan Bingbing, still in his arms, lost her smile, pouted, and looked down at her toes.

"I don't want to see her things. Let her take them away."

Yang Che hugged her and said softly, "I've also prepared toiletries for you."

Fan Bingbing turned around and said, "Brother~"

"Both are my children, what am I going to do?"

Fan Bingbing looked up at him, her face serious: "If she backs out on her own, wouldn't you know what to do?"

Yang Che frowned, but didn't blame her. Instead, he said just as seriously, "If she backs out, I'll win her back."

Fan Bingbing angrily raised her hand and punched him: "Then go after her, I'm leaving."

Yang Che grabbed her as she tried to get up: "No way, you're not leaving for the rest of your life. You still have to give me ten or eight sons."

Fan Bingbing was so angry that her head ached, but she also found it funny and felt a sense of security from being held tightly in his arms.

"You're a scoundrel, bro! How can you be like this?"

"It's like this everywhere, throughout history and across the world. It's just that most of them are driven by profit, while we are driven by love."

"You're lying to me again."

Yang Che shook his head: "I've always been a broad-minded person, incapable of having narrow-minded love. You and she are both making me a better person, and I'm also treating you both better."

Fan Bingbing turned to look at her, his face showing signs of constipation.

"Brother, are you talking nonsense with a straight face?"

Yang Che opened his mouth, but couldn't bring himself to say such things to her.

"I... never mind, Bingbing, I promise I will treat you well, and we will definitely get married and have children in the future."

"I'm not marrying you."

Now, Fan Bingbing knows that she got up early but arrived late. Although she is unwilling, she cannot deny that she is the "other woman".

So at first she only wanted him to accept her, but slowly, now she only wants to have him all to herself.

Especially after yesterday, it felt like he couldn't live without him.

Human desires do indeed grow larger step by step.

Afterwards, Fan Bingbing was half-heartedly carried to the next room by him, and after kissing for a while, they just left it at that.

After that, Yang Che went downstairs to buy food, and Fan Bingbing stayed home alone watching TV.

She had just finished her rounds; there was only one pillow left on the bed, and only one set of toiletries in the bathroom, which he had obviously put away.

Fan Bingbing was no longer so resentful, and she deliberately avoided rummaging through drawers and cabinets.

Okay, this is still part of Yang Che's PUA tactics.

We need to learn from our experience. If we don't talk about it now that our relationship has just broken through and we still have the support of a love letter, when will we?

Of course, we also need to do something unnecessary, like tidying up Gao Yuanyuan's things, so she'll feel better and be more accepting.

This is actually a flexible application of Mr. Lu Xun's "window opening theory".

After that, during meals, lunch breaks, kissing and touching, and being all lovey-dovey, Fan Bingbing would occasionally throw a tantrum, and Yang Che would patiently coax her.

This person, one minute on stage, 60 seconds off stage; behind the scenes, there's no shortage of suffering.

At 3 p.m., Yang Che went to the Beijing Film Academy and handed the script to Jiang Wei. However, the two did not talk much because Jiang Wei was in a hurry to go to class.

Yang Che went home to draw storyboards. Just as he started writing, Li Xiangdong called and said that there were two suitable houses available.

So Yang Che and Fan Bingbing followed Li Xiangdong to the newly built second district of Anzhenli on Anding Road, which is near the Yuan Dynasty capital site and less than 6 kilometers away from No. 8 Courtyard.

The real estate agent, Xiao Liu, and Li Xiangdong are from the same hometown and are both eloquent.

She looked excited when she saw Fan Bingbing, but her smile became forced when she saw Fan Bingbing linking arms with a handsome guy.

Yang Che seemed to hear the porcelain bowl fall to the ground; it was the sound of a heart breaking.

However, he was quite happy, since the agent Xiao Liu's appearance indicated that Li Xiangdong had not said who he intended to rent the house to.

Fan Bingbing only found out when she arrived at the destination that her boyfriend was going to rent a house for her.