Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

As Cheng Hong approached the room door and was opening it, she glanced sideways towards the elevator, then her expression changed.

Seeing her panic, Yang Che looked over as well. In that one glance, Cheng Hong had already completed the three actions of opening the door, rushing inside, and closing the door.

"Haha, you'll never suffocate. Such beautiful spring weather~ better to dream about it~"

Cheng Hong was clearly very pleased with himself, and started singing.

Yang Che had clearly misjudged the situation; he had been tricked. He gritted his teeth and said, "Your actions are tantamount to murder."

"Get lost, do you think I'm a little girl? Go solve it yourself, I'm going to get my beauty sleep."

"You wicked woman."

Yang Che had no choice. He couldn't just keep knocking on the door shamelessly, that would be too shameless. However, he didn't leave immediately. He leaned against the wall and waited for a minute. Cheng Hong didn't respond again, nor did she open the door to check.

Yang Che then walked awkwardly to his room, which was a dozen meters away. He filled the sink with cold water and plunged in to hold his breath. It was really suffocating.

Despite being angry, I managed to shift my focus.

I lay in bed for a while, then fell asleep. I can't be too stubborn; it's already been put on the plate. That's the only way I can think about it, what else can I do?

In the blink of an eye, Yang Che had already boarded a plane to Beijing. Thanks to Cheng Hong, she was in business class, but the two did not sit together; she was with Xiao Qiu.

Midway through the flight, Xiao Qiu approached Yang Che and said, "Mr. Yang, Sister Hong would like to ask you to come over for a moment. She says she wants to talk to you about something."

Yang Che closed the copy of "Selected Essays of Shi Tiesheng" he had bought at the airport, and nodded with a smile: "Okay."

Xiao Qiu returned a polite smile.

So Yang Che sat down in Xiao Qiu's seat, his face calm.

Cheng Hong smiled and said softly, "I thought you'd be angry."

Yang Che looked puzzled: "What are you angry about?"

"I tricked you, and now I've had you summoned here. A proud young man has no reason not to be angry."

"First of all, I'm really not an arrogant person. Secondly, let me read you a sentence I just saw."

As Yang Che spoke, he opened the book, flipped through a few folded pages, and read: "Some of the things along the way brushed past me and were gone forever, while others remained permanently in my heart and soul, sculpting me, shaping me, forging me, and becoming part of me." (1)

Cheng Hong glanced at his hand holding the book, then looked puzzled: "You solved it yourself?"

Yang Che immediately lost his composure, almost choking on his breath. Too lazy to pay any more attention to her, he turned on the reading light above his head and started flipping through a book.

Cheng Hong chuckled softly as she read a fashion magazine on the plane, "Shanghai Fashion".

We remained silent the entire way; it was indeed inappropriate to say anything on a plane, not even in hushed tones.

After all, there were always eyes on them, and a middle-aged man with a receding hairline around forty years old was walking around, seemingly needing to go to the bathroom seven or eight times during the one-and-a-half-hour flight. If Yang Che hadn't slowed down every time he passed by, he would have been sure that the man had frequent urination.

The more attention Cheng Hong received, the more resentful she became. Before, he'd praised her to the skies, but now he sat next to her without even glancing at her. Reading a book was one thing, but he was making notes in it—no, it looked like he was writing poetry.

Hmm? Writing poetry? No, he's humming, and there's even sheet music; he's writing a song.

Looking at the lyrics he wrote, Cheng Hong was deeply moved by the tender ripples in her eyes. After all, having been exposed to them for so long, she did have some appreciation for words.

The downside of falling in love with an angel (falling in love with someone you shouldn't have)

Using a devil's language (some feelings are hard to express).

God blinked briefly in the clouds, then frowned and nodded (though Heaven did not approve, it still tacitly allowed us to meet).

He was saying that he had fallen in love with someone he shouldn't have, and although it was unlikely to end well, fate still allowed us to meet.

Cheng Hong's understanding is correct.

The opening of the song "Fleeting Years" was written by Wang Fei herself. She wrote it after meeting Xie Biwang following her divorce, and then gave the opening to Lin Xi. After listening to her thoughts, Lin Xi finished writing it in just over ten minutes.

Old Wang is still an authority, he's just incredibly lazy.

Seeing him finish writing and let out a sigh of relief as if he had completed some painful task, Cheng Hong sat up straight, all the tenderness in her eyes disappeared, and she even rolled her eyes big.

Even if she wasn't an artsy type, she was still furious. Couldn't you be a little romantic for once?

Then Cheng Hong got angry because after writing the song on the third page, this guy flipped back to the previous insert and started reading it again, showing no intention of talking to you at all.

Yang Che suddenly felt his toes being stepped on, so he looked up at her, only to be met with a soft snort. He then realized it wasn't a mistake and mouthed, "Are you crazy?!"

Cheng Hong didn't speak, but gestured to the book with her eyes, and then extended her hand.

Yang Che closed the book and then, as if in a fit of pique, stuffed it into the gap between the seats.

Cheng Hong was amused.

"What's the name of the song?"

""fleeting time""

"It's quite fitting. How did you come up with the idea to write such a song?"

Cheng Hong said, flicking her hair.

This time, Yang Che didn't tease her. He took out a book and turned to a page.

Pointing to the side of the passage that reads, "Your love story seems to be a tragedy?" and "You're talking about marriage; love doesn't have tragedies," there's a marginal note he wrote: "Cheng Hong is a good woman."

Even though she knew it was premeditated, Cheng Hong still couldn't resist. After laughing, she felt like she was melting.

"I'll use it as background music for my movie."

"Not the theme song?"

Yang Che blinked: "I've already written one that's more suitable. After all, life isn't just about love, it's also about bread."

Cheng Hong rolled her eyes at him, but she couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

The plane had already reached the airspace above Beijing.

At 6:50 p.m., the three of them got off the plane.

Just like at Lukou Airport in Nanjing, even though some passengers recognized Cheng Hong wearing sunglasses, they didn't come over to say hello; they just glanced at him a few times and that was it.

When did the phenomenon of fans shouting and yelling at people waiting for them at the airport begin?

...

In the underground parking garage, Yang Che got into the car that came to pick up Cheng Hong. It was a Mercedes-Benz W210 with classic four round headlights, a common car among China's top wealthy people in the 90s.

The back seat is very spacious.

Afterwards, Yang Che continued to play a young talent appreciated and admired by Cheng Hong, and the two were friendly yet polite.

Cheng Hong lived in Taiping Hutong, near Di'anmen Street, so she naturally passed by the Beijing Film Studio on the North Third Ring Road.

After crossing the Jimen Bridge, Yang Che said, "Sister Hong, would you like to visit my studio and I can get you the equipment list while I'm at it?"

Cheng Hong paused, glanced at her watch, and saw it was 7:30.

"Alright, let's go see Boss Yang's humble beginnings. Tsk, no, you invest in both movies and TV series, how can it be humble? I misspoke, hehe."

Cheng Hong smiled brightly, but her eyes gleamed with the same desire and longing as Yang Che's.

Note 1: Excerpted from "Random Thoughts During Illness".