Huayu 1987: Childhood Sweetheart Anfeng Qianmeizi

Chapter 95 I am who I am, I can't sign.

Chen Lang was not opposed to the suggestion.

Playing suitable child star roles can not only fulfill his wife's dream of becoming an actress, but also add to his future resume.

He thought for a moment, then spoke in a tone that was half serious and half naive.

"Then I'll write you a song."

"This is called resource exchange."

"Pfft."

Leslie Cheung couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter at his precocious manner.

He really liked the child; he was so funny.

She possesses a maturity and insight beyond her years, yet also the innocence and cuteness of a child.

"Okay, that's great."

Leslie Cheung couldn't resist moving closer to Chen Lang, wanting to kiss him.

Chen Lang instinctively took two steps back to avoid it.

He really wasn't used to being kissed on the cheek by a man, especially a man; it was a difficult thing for him.

Although I don't discriminate against them and I respect them, I still can't accept it.

Leslie Cheung was a little embarrassed, as it was the first time someone had ever rejected him.

"I have a song that I think would suit you quite well."

Chen Lang broke the silence and instantly caught Leslie Cheung's attention.

"But I haven't finished writing it yet."

"I can sing you a few lines of the chorus first."

Leslie Cheung looked pleasantly surprised.

"There really is one?"

Chen Lang nodded.

He turned around and went back to the grand piano.

Long, slender fingers gently brushed across the piano keys, and a melancholic, ethereal melody slowly flowed out.

"I am who I am, a firework of a different color."

"The sky is vast and the sea is wide; be the strongest bubble."

"I like myself, so that the roses can bloom and bear fruit."

"Even in the lonely desert, nakedness still blooms."

He only sang those few lines of the chorus before stopping and looking at Leslie Cheung.

"It's not finished yet, that's all for now."

Leslie Cheung was stunned.

He sat there blankly, as if his soul had left his body.

I am who I am.

Fireworks of different colors.

Isn't this just him writing about himself?

From the moment he debuted, every step he took and every choice he made was out of step with everyone else in the industry.

He insists on making his own music and making the movies he wants to make.

He doesn't care about other people's opinions or pay attention to rumors.

He is like a firework, striving to bloom in the night sky with his own unique color.

Leslie Cheung stood there, lost in thought, savoring the memory for a long time.

The more I think about it, the more I like it.

He came to his senses, and his gaze towards Chen Lang became extremely solemn.

"It's a deal."

"This song, you absolutely, absolutely have to save it for me."

"I'll keep an eye out for good roles for you, just like you said—resource exchange."

He paused, then added with a smile.

"But I prefer to see it as mutual help between good friends."

Chen Lang looked up at him and nodded with an innocent smile.

"Okay, it's a deal then."

Upon hearing the word "agreement," Liu Yifei, who was standing to the side, immediately came over.

"We promised to pinky swear!"

"We made a pinky promise, and we can't go back on our word!"

Chen Lang glanced at her with a hint of helplessness.

"Uncle Zhang is an adult; that's childish."

But Leslie Cheung laughed and offered his little finger.

"That's right, if you make a promise, you have to pinky swear it."

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Chen Lang curled his lip, thinking, "He's such a child."

Two hands, one big and one small, with their little fingers hooked together.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone else in the room, they made a seemingly childish yet very solemn agreement.

Leslie Cheung took a group photo with several children.

He specifically asked for Liu Xiaoli's home phone number, and left his own mobile phone number used in mainland China and his landline number in Hong Kong.

Before leaving, he gave Chen Lang a little thumbs up.

"Remember, we made a pinky promise."

"Once you've finished writing the song, be sure to call me first."

The manager from Rolling Stone Records was naturally also rejected.

However, after hearing Leslie Cheung's account, he could only helplessly accept the outcome.

They can afford to buy a musical instrument worth millions for an eight or nine-year-old child's home.

There are also professional recording, reverb, microphone and other equipment.

Such families are definitely not ones that can be signed with money alone.

On the way back in the car.

Florence Chan sat next to Leslie Cheung, a hint of regret still on her face.

"What a pity."

"Those two kids are the best in terms of both martial arts skills and physical appearance."

"If we could bring it back to Hong Kong, it would definitely be a hit."

Leslie Cheung looked out the window at the receding street scene without saying a word.

After a while, he turned his head and whispered a few words in Chen Shufen's ear.

After hearing this, Chen Shufen's eyes flickered.

In the end, she could only sigh helplessly.

"These two kids have a bright future ahead of them."

Leslie Cheung shook his head, looking at the fleeting street scenes outside the window.

"These two kids are too clean; this circle is too dirty."

"Too early contact is actually not good; it may stifle his natural instincts."

Chen Shufen, however, disagreed.

"With that child's background, anywhere would be paradise."

Leslie Cheung smiled and didn't argue further.

"Shufen, could you keep an eye out for her?"

"Let's see if there are any suitable roles for these two children."

After Leslie Cheung and his entourage left, the room was quiet for a while.

In the living room, the family was still immersed in their earlier reflections.

Grandpa picked up his teacup, took a sip, and smacked his lips.

"He looks even more energetic in person than on TV."

Grandma nodded in agreement.

"Yes, she's so down-to-earth and chatted with the kids for so long."

Yao Feng gave it a higher evaluation from a professional perspective.

"What makes a superstar a superstar is not just their professional skills, but also their character and professional ethics; all three are indispensable."

He looked at Chen Lang with admiration in his eyes.

"To earn his appreciation, Langlang, you are remarkable."

Chen Lang secretly pursed his lips, but didn't refute it.

In the 90s, Hong Kong and Taiwan generally held a higher status in the eyes of mainland Chinese.

Let alone Leslie Cheung, even a minor celebrity like him would come to China with an aura of superiority, making him seem unattainable.

It's understandable that they would have such feelings.

Looking at the child she had raised with her own hands, Liu Xiaoli's eyes were full of pride.

His songs were so popular that record companies all over the country were scrambling to buy them.

Even an international superstar like Leslie Cheung personally came to invite him to write a song.

This honor filled her with even greater excitement than when she herself received an award on stage years ago.

"Now, it should be peaceful, right?"

Grandpa took a sip of tea and let out a long sigh of relief.

"The Rolling Stones are here, Leslie Cheung is here, and our family's stance is clear."

"Those small companies should really think about their own worth."

Grandma nodded in agreement.

"Exactly, we can't even have a peaceful New Year."

This matter should be put to rest now; the children will be starting school tomorrow.

The atmosphere in the living room became relaxed again.