Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

Along the way, the little fat boy kept chattering away.

This made Yang Che, who had been enjoying a few days of peace and quiet, feel a little uneasy.

"Brother, does she know you've returned to Beijing?"

"I'll stay with you for the next couple of days."

"Hehe...tsk, I still have to tell her."

Yang Che asked in surprise, "You two have become so close?"

Fan Bingbing raised an eyebrow: "What are you thinking? I'm just trying to annoy her, hahaha."

"Aren't you just asking for trouble? You've spent most of this year outside."

"Too..."

During their stay at Jialin Garden, Yang Che and Wang Fei spent more than half the time doing their own thing.

It's different in Anzhen. Little Fatty wants to stick to him all the time, which is great.

What they have in common is that they both have to hide their tracks.

On the ninth day of the lunar new year, Little Fatty insisted on going downstairs to buy breakfast by himself, and almost didn't come back.

After returning home with her now-cold tofu pudding and fried dough sticks, Xiaopang pouted and told her boyfriend that no one called her Jin Suo anymore; they all called her Bingbing.

He had a smug look on his face.

"Have you noticed that the name Song Xingxing is rarely mentioned in the movie? Compared to the frequency of Niu Geng's appearances, it's practically non-existent."

The chubby boy blinked: "Yes, that's right."

Yang Che smiled and said, "That's my personal wish. I want people to remember you as Fan Bingbing, not Song Xingxing."

"hey-hey."

Little Fatty grinned foolishly and transformed into a little fangirl, starting to fawn over her once again, but this time there was no further action.

After all, she was going to Guangzhou.

Afterwards, Yang Che sent Xiao Pang to their company, and now it's not appropriate for them to appear at the airport together again.

After all, the New Year was over, and the box office results of "My Sassy Girl" (6550 million yuan) and its profit-sharing model began to be reported. The girl was incredibly popular, even more so than those who appeared on the Spring Festival Gala.

Well, the main problem is that this year's Spring Festival Gala didn't really make any newcomers famous.

After that, Yang Che drove towards Fengtai. Not long after he left, Gao Yuanyuan called.

She spoke in a muffled voice: "Darling, it's the tenth."

"I know, the mouse is getting married."

"What?"

"On the tenth day of the month, it's the day the rats get married. We make oat noodles in the shape of fish to give to the rats as gifts."

Gao Yuanyuan paused for two seconds: "Then you go ahead and make your oat noodles. I don't know who said you'd be back on the tenth."

Yang Che raised an eyebrow: "You went back to Courtyard No. 8?"

"Why would I go alone?"

"Okay, I'm just kidding. I'll leave after lunch. I was planning to surprise you at your place..."

"Ugh, this isn't funny at all, not surprising at all. Don't leave right after you finish eating, you'll fall asleep. Wait until you're awake before you go."

"It's alright, I'll pick up Lao Li after driving for a while."

"Anyway, if you're sleepy, just stop the car and take a nap. Don't rush."

Yang Che drawled, "Okay, Yuanyuan, you should pack your bags and prepare your explanation. I can't be left alone in an empty room, can I?"

"I got ready early this morning. Besides, my parents aren't that old-fashioned."

"..."

After chatting for a few more minutes, we hung up the phone.

Yang Che smiled, clearly still immersed in happiness. Being cared for is, of course, a source of happiness.

Strangely enough, she wasn't very talkative when she was with Gao Yuanyuan, but she was a chatterbox on the phone.

This is the complete opposite of Little Fatty, or rather, Little Fatty is quite talkative most of the time.

On the way, Yang Che saw a flower shop with a hand-drawn poster of Valentine's Day special offers on the door, so he got out of the car and went into the shop.

It's not that he's discriminating against people; it's just that Valentine's Day has only been promoted by businesses for a few years now, and it hasn't really taken root in people's hearts yet. This is only true in Beijing; if you go to third- or fourth-tier cities, you won't find this at all, and if you do it early, you might get scolded by older people for being shameless.

At least in Shanxi Province, today is the day the rats get married.

Although customs differ between northern and southern Shanxi—for example, in northern Shanxi, it's taboo to light lamps or speak at night to avoid disturbing the wedding—in southern Shanxi, people light lamps, burn incense, and offer paper money in the corners of the room to celebrate the rats' wedding and avoid incurring the rat god's wrath for the rest of the year.

Later, I don't know when it started, but the sayings and stories that were common every day during the first month of the lunar calendar, as well as all kinds of festivals and traditions, disappeared from life. You could say that we don't care anymore because of the fast pace of life, but there are more and more Western festivals.

At this moment, there were already three guys in the shop watching the proprietress and the female shop assistant tie the bouquets.

When the three guys saw someone come in, they all nodded and smiled in greeting. Yang Che returned the smile. Everyone was very friendly, and everything was understood without words.

Of course, Yang Che also saw envy in the eyes of one of the bespectacled guys, probably because he was incredibly handsome.

After waiting for 20 minutes, Yang Che came out of the flower shop holding 9 pink tulips.

During this time, two other guys came into the store, and they also didn't recognize Yang Che as Yang Che.

The shop assistant glanced at him several times, but Yang Che felt that she didn't recognize him; it was just that the girl was lustful.

At 10:30 a.m., Yang Che arrived at the aviation compound.

He really can't drive into this neighborhood.

I could only park on the side of the road, take the flowers and get out of the car. After walking a few steps, I thought about it and went back. I took a package of cigarettes, alcohol and tea from the trunk. There were still nine portions left; after all, it was the first month of the lunar year, and I could give them away at any time.

There weren't many people in the neighborhood in the early morning, but every now and then, boys and girls chasing and playing would pass by him.

Yang Che was itching to ask, "Have you finished your winter break homework?"

But I still didn't have the nerve to open my mouth; that would be too cruel.

"Young man, whose daughter is your girlfriend?"

As we approached the entrance to Gao Yuanyuan's apartment building, an elderly woman basking in the sun called out to us.

Yang Che grinned: "You'll find out in a moment."

As he spoke, he took out his phone, entered Gao Yuanyuan's phone number, and was about to make a call when it rang.

Yang Che remembered this number.

Hello.

"Hello Yang Che, Happy Chinese New Year. I am Zhang Lei from the Liaison Office of the Beijing Olympic Bid Committee."

Yang Che subconsciously raised an eyebrow. He was a little annoyed. Xie Xiaojin hadn't called him back, probably because there was no result, or it was hard to say, or maybe Zhang Yimou was in Berlin and couldn't help...

Happy Chinese New Year.

"Here's the thing, the final selection for the Olympic emblem will begin at 9:2 AM on February 18th. Please bring your complete design to Room 15 on the 6th floor of the Xinqiao Hotel for your presentation."

Yang Che secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, February 18th, 9 a.m., the complete design plan."

"Yes."

"Okay, see you then."

See you then.

Yang Che hung up the phone, turned around, and saw his girlfriend pursing her lips and secretly smiling, and also, or rather, her parents.

The family of three stood in front of a motorcycle parked in front of the building entrance, watching him.