Chapter 135 The End of an Era
“What?”
Wang Fei muttered quietly, but Xu Fan and Lin Cong didn’t hear what she said at all.
But Zhang Yuan on the side felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
After being stunned for three or four seconds, he quickly took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, turned on the screen and looked at the upper right corner.
【4·1】
This year is 2003.
Today is April 1st.
Zhang Yuan sighed, what was supposed to come finally came.
Many people believe that the golden age of the Hong Kong music scene was buried in 2003.
Because on April 1st of this year, Leslie Cheung jumped from the fitness center on the 24th floor of the Oriental Culture Hotel.
Before this, he had suffered from depression for 20 years.
At the same time, due to his busy work and irregular diet all year round, he suffered from severe acid reflux, which damaged his voice.
Everyone knows what a blow it is to a singer to have his throat injured.
Just like Duan Xiaolou’s judgment of Cheng Dieyi in "Farewell My Concubine".
"You really can't live without being crazy."
He is crazy and lives in the hearts of fans and movie fans.
At the end of the same year, just before the New Year's Eve bell was about to ring, Anita Mui died of illness in the hospital.
The golden age of the Xiangjiang music scene has long since died, but it was only when these two greats passed away in 2003 that they were buried together.
"What on earth did you say?" Xu Fan put his ear to Wang Fei's mouth and listened carefully.
"Guorong, dead."
"Who is Guorong?" Xu Fan turned his head and looked at Lin Cong and Zhang Yuan, but he didn't react for a while.
"I think it should be Leslie Cheung." Zhang Yuan closed his eyes and said solemnly.
“Ah!” When Xu Fan and Lin Cong heard this name, their faces turned pale!
Unlike other Hong Kong actors, Leslie Cheung has forged an indissoluble bond with the film and television circles of the imperial capital because of his film "Farewell My Concubine".
When the imperial circle mentions the Hong Kong circle, most of the time they sneer at it, and there are even many derogatory names such as "Southern Barbarian" and "Hong Kong Bazi".
But at the same time Leslie Cheung and everyone in the film and television industry in the imperial capital picked on Big Thumb.
Why?
Where is his strength and professional attitude?
Cheng Dieyi has played the role of an actor to perfection, and no one can surpass him.
After so many years of "Farewell My Concubine", only people have questioned Chen Kaige, not Leslie Cheung.
Even an actor as talented as Ge You is full of praise for Leslie Cheung.
"I am the fake fourth master, and he is a real woman." Uncle Ge commented at the time, and said that he almost couldn't take the role of Leslie Cheung.
"No, no, no, no way..." Xu Fan covered his chest, his teeth chattered, and he couldn't speak clearly.
“Today is April Fool’s Day, don’t dare to make such a joke!”
Wang Fei drooped his head, his eyes dull, and let his tears flow freely.
"We agreed that we would play cards together after I have mastered it..."
Didn't break down and cry, didn't break out hoarse, Wang Fei just muttered to himself and sobbed silently.
Just like those guys at the memorial service who slapped the coffin board and cried loudly, they would also sing and drink over wine at the dinner party a few hours later.
That's all acting.
Real heartbreak is always silent, leaving only an empty heart and infinite numbness.
"Hey..." Zhang Yuan let out a heavy breath, and then picked up Wang Fei, who was lying on the floor like a rotten body.
The Queen remained motionless, her doll version playing with it as she pleased, letting him put her on the sofa aside.
Xu Fan and Lin Cong also panicked before this huge impact, and they didn't recover for a long time.
"Fei, don't be sad...Actually, I feel sad too." Xu Fan wanted to give some advice, but as he spoke, he started crying instead.
Lin Cong also sat silently beside the two of them.
None of these old ladies can take the blame... Zhang Yuan shook his head, unable to accuse a few people too much.
After all, he had known about this for a long time, but he still suffered a big psychological impact, not to mention that these few were completely unprepared.
The waves of death knells destroyed their psychological defenses in one fell swoop.
He turned and ran to the kitchen, found some ginseng, gorgon seeds, wolfberry, lily, longan, and jujube, and took out a casserole from the cabinet.
Pour water and boil, then boil one pot over high heat into three small bowls, then pour them out and put them in. A simple soothing soup is completed and served to the three of them.
"Drink something, replenish your energy, and then make plans."
This is the natural method of maintaining health, and he simplified it.
The three of them thanked each other and drank most of the food. They were not interested and the food was tasteless.
I don’t know if the calming soup is really effective, or if the time is up, the pain will heal naturally.
More than an hour later, Wang Fei's body gradually became "stretched" and was no longer as limp as before.
“I want to go to Xiangjiang, and I will go now.”
The queen’s eyes became firm and resolute.
"Sister Fei, please contact your family first to explain your itinerary. We will help you book a flight and pack your luggage."
"Yes, yes, yes, just follow what Zhang Yuan said." Xu Fan immediately agreed. arrive.
Several people's thoughts were confused. Finally, there was someone who could take charge, so they naturally obeyed.
Zhang Yuan naturally couldn't handle the woman's luggage, so he left it to Xu Fan. He randomly grabbed a few dark coats and stuffed them into the suitcase. After all, he was attending a funeral and had to be dignified and solemn.
Wang Fei called his ex-husband and his family.
On the other hand, Lin Cong hurriedly called the airline to book a ticket.
"No, tonight's air tickets are all booked!" After making arrangements together, Lin Cong shouted worriedly: "Today is April Fool's Day. It is difficult to buy tickets during the holiday, and there are so many people going shopping on Hong Kong Island. ”
"Then what should I do?"
"What if I don't know the day after tomorrow..."
Before Lin Cong finished speaking, Zhang Yuan came forward with his lips pursed.
“Leave the booking to me.”
Before they responded, Zhang Yuan took out his cell phone with a serious face and dialed Song Jianguo, the boss of Air China.
"Mr. Song."
"Hello, did I help you last time?" Song Jianguo was very polite to him. After all, Zhang Yuan was the person who saved his career.
“You’ve been a big help, thank you so much.”
“No need to say thank you between us.”
“I’m just sorry, I have something to ask you for. Help.”
"But it doesn't matter."
"I want a ticket to Xiangjiang."
"Hey, you don't have to call me in advance for this matter, just come to the airport directly. "Song Jianguo thought it was a big deal.
Going to him, the boss of Air China, for such a trivial matter as booking a ticket is like killing a chicken with a dragon-slaying knife.
“It’s not me who wants the ticket, it’s Wang Fei.”
"Which Wang Fei?"
It can't be Diana... Zhang Yuan shook his head. He had been with Brother Qian for a long time, and he always wanted to rummage around when he spoke.
"That Wang Fei who sings?"
Zhang Yuan explained it, and Song Jianguo finally understood. I thought at the same time.
My little benefactor can go to Wang Fei's house to play mahjong. It seems that he has a lot of connections in the entertainment industry.
Somewhat interesting.
"Mr. Song, do you know what happened?"
"What happened."
"Leslie Cheung is gone."
"What!!!"
There was an explosion on the other end of the phone, along with the sounds of tables and chairs collapsing and cups and bowls breaking.
It can be said that one sentence stirred up a thousand waves, causing the chickens to fly and the dogs to jump, and they were in a panic.
"Old Song, what are you doing, tearing down the house!"
At the same time, a woman's scolding voice came from the phone, probably Mr. Song's wife.
Song Jianguo is a middle-aged man in his forties. His youth was spent with the music and film circles in Hong Kong.
Leslie Cheung is also his idol.
Hearing the bad news, my mind goes blank.
After a long time, Song Jianguo replied in a hoarse voice.
“What do you need from me?”
At this moment, it is not for the sake of giving Zhang Yuan face, not for his own job, not for his own future, he just wants to do something for Leslie Cheung, the idol of his youth.
"The paparazzi reporters will know this news soon. With Wang Fei's reputation, there should be someone stationed at the airport..."
"I understand." Zhang Yuan hadn't finished speaking yet, He was interrupted by Song Jianguo's deep voice.
“I will personally arrange a quick passage to the underground garage and have people prepare barriers in advance to ensure no interference during the whole process.”
“There will be a docking staff at the airport to contact you soon. .”
Zhang Yuan put down his cell phone: "It's done."
Xu Fan looked at the forest and was stunned.
"Sister Fei, please contact the driver quickly and take your luggage to the airport."
At this moment, the diva didn't even think about thanking him. She took a few tissues and sobbed.
"Okay." She agreed, then thought for a moment, got up and ran upstairs.
The stairs clicked, and Wang Feide's figure disappeared from sight.
The stairs clicked again, and Wang Fei's figure appeared again, wearing a pair of huge black-framed sunglasses, and combing his hair that was messy because of falling and crying.
"I have to go to see Guorong cleanly."
Putting up the suitcase and about to go out but before she left, she turned around and came to the dining table and raised the table top with her nails Covered by tempered glass, snap one out from the corner and take a photo immediately.
This is the last photo of the 88-digit Big Four Happy deck when I played cards with Zhang Yuan last time.
Zhang Yuan nodded happily.
He remembered Wang Fei saying something crazy at the time.
“Let Guorong and Jialin take a good look at it.”
“Let you laugh at my poor poker skills again!”
He thought, Wang Fei should take this The photo was placed in Leslie Cheung's coffin as the last gift.
Let him see it.
He will see it.
Zhang Yuan, Xu Fan, and Lin Cong put Grandma Wang into the car together.
“Be careful, you have to face the media.” Xu Fan reminded.
"Sister Fei, take it." Zhang Yuan handed the cigarette and lighter he was carrying to Tianhou.
She couldn't wait to light one, and the smoke she exhaled was like her soul being sucked away.
Without a word, she left.
Zhang Yuan turned around and helped clean the mahjong table, closed the water, electricity and gas valves, and locked the courtyard door before slowly leaving with Xu Fan and Lin Cong.
In early April, there was already a hint of warmth in the imperial capital.
The three people on the road did not feel any warmth.
"Sister Fan, let me stop a car for you."
After sending the two seniors into the car, Zhang Yuan suddenly remembered something and raised his hand to knock on the car window.
Xu Fan, who was in the back seat, lowered the glass and looked at him doubtfully: "What's the matter?"
"Sister Xu Fan, some of my friends are in the media. They heard about something. , related to your family”
“Oh?”
Zhang Yuan paused: "Someone is making something called a star map."
"It records the home addresses of most celebrities in the Imperial Capital, including your home."
Who did this?
Of course it’s the king of paparazzi, Table Wei.
Previously, the crew of "Dragon" had a food safety problem. When Zhang Yuan asked Zhui Wei to help expose it, he felt that he should be following someone based on his quiet voice at the time.
Combined with the time, Zhang Yuan guessed this.
When Xu Fan heard this, his cheeks, which were originally a little pale because of Leslie Cheung, lost three points of color.
“Really?”
“I would rather believe that it exists than that it doesn’t exist.”
“You think, after the address is exposed, normal people are fine, If two madmen came with knives, would you still dare to go out?"
"Ouch!" Xu Fan bit his lip nervously: "Then what should we do?"
"Either move or strengthen security, there is no good way, but it is better to be prepared in advance than when the time comes. "Catch me blind."
"Yes, yes, I understand. I'll discuss it with Xiaogang when I get back." Xu Fan nodded vigorously: "Thank you, thank you for today."
[Close. Thank you from Xu Fan, +1 for acting skills, +1 for lines, +1 for temperament, and +1 for basic Peking Opera skills! 】
Waving towards the car that was driving away, Zhang Yuan wondered why he still had Peking Opera points.
"Oh, by the way, she just starred in "Tsing Yi" directed by Kang Honglei last year with Fu Biao, Pan Hong, and Li Mingqi. The heroine of that drama was a Peking Opera actress. She probably practiced a lot before filming."
The card game ended just like that before it lasted long.
Zhang Yuan did not stop the car to go home, but walked along the dry asphalt road with these melancholy.
“The road of life is like a long road with beautiful dreams.”
“The road is windy and frosty, and the wind and frost hit your face dry.”
"In the world of mortals, there are so many directions for sweet dreams."
"Find love in the midst of crazy dreams."
"The road is endless with people..."
He doesn't use it very well. Standard Cantonese, singing "A Chinese Ghost Story" by Leslie Cheung.
That year, Ning Caichen was a human and Xiaoqian was a ghost. In the story, they were separated by yin and yang.
Nowadays, Leslie Cheung has become a soul and Wang Zuxian has withdrawn from the circle. In reality, they are separated by yin and yang.
"Every generation will have its own Leslie Cheung." Zhang Yuan looked at the street lights above his head, imagining whether he could one day be as dazzling as him.
He kept walking.
He is going to film his own "A Chinese Ghost Story"...
(End of this chapter)