Zhutian Films: Starting with the Story of Roses

After arriving at the parking lot, the three got into the car, with Chen Yang sitting in the passenger seat.

"Driver, let's go."

Huang Zhenhua, who was in the driver's seat, rolled his eyes when he heard his sister's teasing: "My role today is indeed that of a driver, but please don't call me 'master'."

Huang Yimei stuck out her tongue, her tone slightly playful: "Okay, Driver Huang."

The car drove away from the parking lot.

While driving, Huang Zhenhua glanced at his friend beside him. Although they were the same age, Chen Yang looked much younger than him.

Is feng shui in foreign countries good for people?

"Chen Yang".

You've changed so much in the last few years!

Chen Yang laughed and said, "After my parents retired and settled in Australia, there was no one at home to take care of me, so I could do whatever I wanted and my condition was naturally better."

Huang Zhenhua nodded, then asked, "By the way, Chen Yang, are you dating anyone?"

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Huang Yimei quietly pricked up her ears and listened attentively.

She sat behind the driver, legs crossed, the pale yellow skirt slowly spreading out beside her legs, revealing her fair and flawless calves.

Little feet, swinging back and forth.

When her brother asked about Chen Yang's relationship status, Huang Yimei's ears twitched slightly, subconsciously waiting for Chen Yang's answer.

Chen Yang's gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, and he answered casually, "I've had a few relationships abroad, but none of them lasted. I'm currently single."

Upon hearing this answer, Huang Zhenhua clicked his tongue, a hint of envy in his voice: "With your qualifications, your single period will probably be very short!"

His parents have been pressuring him to go on blind dates and get married lately, leaving Huang Zhenhua exhausted. He was secretly pleased to learn that his childhood friend Chen Yang was also single.

When he got home, if his parents still pressured him, he would use Chen Yang as a shield: "Even Chen Yang is still single, why should I be in such a hurry?"

Chen Yang glanced at the back seat through the rearview mirror. Huang Yimei was looking out the window, her profile appearing bright and soft in the interplay of light and shadow.

Chen Yang laughed and said, "Rose has changed a lot in the past few years. Now she looks so beautiful and refined, but your brother insists on calling you some kind of witch on the phone."

Huang Yimei, who had been looking out the window, smiled slightly upon hearing this: "That's right, my brother has bad eyesight!"

Huang Zhenhua shook his head with a wry smile and looked up at the passenger seat: "Chen Yang, just spoil her."

Road conditions in the capital remain a serious concern.

Even though it's only the beginning of the new millennium, what should have been an hour's drive has been stretched into two and a half hours due to the evening rush hour.

Along both sides of the street, slogans promoting the Olympics can be seen everywhere – New Beijing, New Olympics.

Looking at the banner, Huang Zhenhua sighed, "The International Olympic Committee will officially announce the results of the bid at 10 p.m. on the 13th of next month."

"I really hope we can win the bid to host the Olympics."

Chen Yang slowly withdrew his gaze. At this moment, just before the plot of "The Story of Rose" unfolded, Huang Yimei was interning at the architecture institute.

In the rearview mirror, the silver necklace around Huang Yimei's neck looked particularly exquisite; it was just unknown whether it was the one given to her by the vengeful Zhou Shihui.

Of course, the reason why Zhou Shihui and Guan Zhizhi eventually broke up was ultimately because the man simply didn't understand things clearly.

However, Huang Yimei's role in the breakup of Zhou and Guan was not honorable; she did not maintain a sufficient distance from that bitter man in private.

"That's the talent of a 'bad girl'..."

"I still need to practice."

Huang Yimei was pampered from a young age, and her face and temperament have always been outstanding, which makes it difficult for her to think about problems from the same perspective.

The car slowly drove into the Tsinghua University staff quarters, and the streetlights in the courtyard lit up one by one in the twilight.

After getting out of the car, Huang Yimei stretched lazily and said languidly, "Finally home for a big meal! I really benefited from Brother Chen Yang today."

"My parents have been feeding me hay every day these past few days."

Huang Zhenhua was carrying Chen Yang's luggage when he heard his sister's words. He said irritably, "That's what you deserve! You didn't follow the path that your parents had arranged for you, and you insisted on doing an internship at the architecture institute."

"Isn't taking the postgraduate entrance exam, studying abroad, or taking the civil service exam better than your current choices?"

Huang Yimei is like Sun Wukong without the golden headband; she's long been immune to these kinds of rhetoric: "I'm in charge of my own life; I'm a witch, and I'm happy with it!"

Huang Zhenhua looked at Chen Yang, who said seriously, "Let's eat first, and then we can discipline the child after we finish eating."

Upon hearing this, both brother and sister couldn't help but laugh.

"OK."

The gate to the Huang family's courtyard was open, and a woman wearing a floral apron stood in the entrance hall, holding a pair of unopened men's slippers in her hand.

The woman was none other than Huang's mother, Wu Yuejiang.

"Aunt Wu." Chen Yang greeted the woman politely and warmly as he entered the courtyard.

The crow's feet at the corners of Wu Yuejiang's eyes smoothed out with a smile. She looked Chen Yang up and down, her eyes filled with a sense of nostalgia.

"Chen Yang is here."

"You must be tired from your journey. Come in and rest. Let your Uncle Huang and I take a good look at you. Chen Yang is more handsome than before."

Chen Yang changed his shoes and walked into the living room.

The Huang family's living room wasn't large, but it was clean and tidy. Against the wall was a row of old-fashioned cabinets, which held books, trophies, and certificates.

Huang's father, Huang Jianzhi, was about fifty years old. He had gray hair, wore silver-rimmed glasses, and was thin, but his back was straight.

Mr. Huang was wearing a light gray polo shirt. He looked energetic and exuded a calm demeanor unique to academic circles.

Chen Yang greeted Huang's father: "Uncle Huang."

Huang Jianzhi peered at Chen Yang through his glasses, nodded, and said, "So many years have passed in the blink of an eye. The last time you came to our house was when you were in school with Zhenhua, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

After some casual conversation, dinner was finally served.

Several delicious dishes were laid out on the table: braised pork ribs, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, cucumber salad, and a plate of sliced ​​braised beef.

Huang Yimei took off her yellow dress and changed into more comfortable and casual pajamas, looking as fresh as a lotus flower emerging from clear water.

Rose appeared in a flash, standing in front of the dining table. She bent down, closed her eyes, and then took a deep breath, her face full of enjoyment.

"Hmm~~"

"The food my mom cooks."

"This flavor is really strong!"

Rose's eyes lit up with joy.

Her family has been urging her to take the postgraduate entrance exam and pursue further studies, but Huang Yimei strongly opposes this, and the quality of food at home has plummeted.

Today we can finally make some improvements.

Wu Yuejiang brought over a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup and said to her daughter, "Go wash your hands first."

"Aww!"

Huang Yimei nodded, and, stepping into the bathroom, slipped on her pink slippers.

As the water flowed over the back of her hand, the mark of Chen Yang's light kiss seemed to still be there. She returned to the living room and looked at the figure who was talking eloquently.

"Compared to before, Brother Chen Yang is indeed a bit different."