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Chapter 890 What if I die young?

The popularity of the three songs, "Curved Eyelashes," "Love You Love You," and "Cherry Blossom Grass," was foreseeable.

If Weibo trending topics existed in this era, this would probably be at the top of the trending list.

Countless ordinary listeners who heard these three songs couldn't help but utter a question—

Who is Jing Tian?

Upon asking, I found out, "Oh, it's her. She was the female lead in a Zhouyi MV before, a complete newcomer."

Upon further investigation—

Ok?
This newcomer isn't even under Warner Music?
Oh wait, she's not even a singer?
This is a bit much.

"In your words, Zhang Yadong must be completely numb by now. He made money from three songs, but he never expected to encounter such a stark contrast with you."

When Gao Yuanyuan mentioned her ex-boyfriend's swindling of her best friend Jing Tian, ​​she smiled with a hint of schadenfreude.

She likes music and can understand some of it—

After Jing Tian gave her the EP in advance, she listened to it and instinctively categorized Zhang Yadong as a conman.

"Tian Tian has already prepared a celebratory feast, and now she's just waiting for you."

After parking the car, Gao Yuanyuan, who had taken off her shoes and put on high heels, noticed that the man was still staring at her. She simply put her black-stockinged legs over the driver's seat and placed them on his thighs—the slender heels swayed with her feet, rubbing against his masked head through his jeans: "If you're drunk, stay at my place tonight?"

"Female benefactor, please have some self-respect."

Zhou Yi, who was chanting Buddhist mantras, glanced at her and said, "Otherwise, be careful, this humble monk is the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon."

Gao Yuanyuan, who had just changed into her other shoe, was overjoyed: "Xu Ke will kill you if he finds out. Don't forget that you just hooked up with Xu Ke's handpicked heroine Wang Likun into the MV crew, and now you're making fun of his movie like this."

"What 'handpicked heroine'? It's just hype. Tsui Hark probably hasn't even read the script for 'Seven Swordsmen,' otherwise the movie version of 'Seven Swordsmen' wouldn't have been such a critical and commercial flop."

Zhou Yi curled his lip in disdain and followed Gao Yuanyuan into the restaurant after leaving the stage.

Jing Tian, ​​dressed in a fuchsia evening gown, and the MV crew were all waiting for Zhou Yi's arrival. When she saw her idol following Gao Yuanyuan into the private room, Jing Tian, ​​who was still thanking Ning Hao, suddenly brightened up: "Brother Yi!"

The only thing that made her young and energetic was Zhou Yi. Jing Tian, ​​overjoyed, looked like a devoted fan, chattering away about her gratitude and admiration for Zhou Yi. It was just that the distance between them was a little too close.

Seeing this, Ning Hao, who was already an acquaintance, couldn't help but keep his eyes down and shut down his senses—Zhou Yi was the benefactor who enabled him to make movies, and Jing Tian was the timely rain that gave him a large sum of money to help improve his life.

He couldn't afford to offend either of them, so he might as well pretend he didn't see them.

After Zhou Yi and Jing Tian finished catching up, Ning Hao took the initiative to bring over his glass and said, "Brother Yi."

"How's the movie going? Is post-production going smoothly?"

"It went very smoothly, thanks to your help, Brother Yi and Sister Hao."

Speaking confidently about his film, Ning Hao asked, "Brother Yi, will you have time for the premiere?"

"Of course I'll have time, and I'll definitely come to support you." Zhou Yi, clinking glasses with Ning Hao, still didn't have the air of someone in a superior position, much like when he first met Ning Hao.

To be honest, the main reason he agreed was because of Cheng Hao.

As the first Chinese-language theatrical film produced by China Film Warner Hengdian Guiyi Company, and also the first film that Cheng Hao, as a co-producer, was fully involved in, "Crazy Stone" still holds commemorative significance for her.

"Oh, by the way, remember not to tell her about this yet. Give her a surprise later." After thinking for a moment, Zhou Yi added.

It's unclear whether Ning Hao can keep it a secret.

Thinking this, Zhou Yi finally sat down after bidding farewell to Ning Hao, his gaze falling on the joyful Jing Tian, ​​his thoughts inevitably wandering a little—

Without him, Jing Tian's EP would have been released under the title "Who Are You." The person who directed her music video was none other than Ning Hao, who had already become a rising star in the film industry after his breakout role in the movie "Crazy Stone."

Yes, without the changes he brought, Ning Hao, already a big star, would have wasted his time directing Jing Tian's music video shoot.

After "Crazy Stone," Ning Hao was considered a key figure by Han Sanping. However, instead of preparing a new movie, he was seen shooting a music video, which almost left people dumbfounded.

"By the way, Brother Yi, although I know you're not short of money, this red envelope is still a token of my appreciation. Thank you very much."

Zhou Yi, who had been dissatisfied with the portion sizes of food at domestic banquets for more than a year, received a large red envelope from his beloved disciple as the banquet ended, slightly tipsy.

"Okay, good luck." Seeing the girl's expectant gaze, Zhou Yi thought for a moment and didn't refuse. He put it in his pocket and left with Gao Yuanyuan, who hadn't drunk any alcohol. Jing Tian, ​​who seemed to want to say something but hesitated, watched the two leave and couldn't help but pout.

Zhou Yi, back in his BMW, was about to speak when he saw Gao Yuanyuan start the car and drive towards his home.

?

"Not going to your house?"

"My parents are here, maybe next time."

Just like a prank that had succeeded, Gao Yuanyuan finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter: "But it's okay, I can take you home, even though it's not on my way."

After dropping Zhou Yi off at his apartment building, Gao Yuanyuan blew him a kiss and drove off gracefully. But before turning completely off the road, Gao Yuanyuan, her smile fading, tilted her head slightly and looked at the lights on the upper floor of the apartment building in the rearview mirror, where Cheng Hao's lights remained on.

Cheng Hao, the woman who appeared in the ward to greet Zhou Yi after he was shot, left a deep impression on her.

Standing downstairs in his building, Zhou Yi seemed lost in thought, shook his head, and went upstairs.

"Isn't it Xiao Gao Yuanyuan? Why is it this Da Gao Yuanyuan who brought you back?"

Knowing that he was going to a celebration banquet tonight, Cheng Hao was amazed. Zhou Yi, who was perfectly clear-headed just now, was now pretending to be drunk and walking unsteadily as soon as he saw her.

"What's wrong, woman? Are you jealous?"

"I'm the one who coached you on your acting and lines, so don't try to teach me. Drink this first." Cheng Hao, wearing a silk pajamas, raised her hand and tapped the man's forehead in an annoyed tone, then gestured with her mouth toward a bowl that had been prepared to the side.

At arm's length, Zhou Yi easily wrapped his arms around her waist, and his chin rested on her shoulder, tickling her.

"Alright, stop fooling around, drink it first. The doctor said it's good for your health. Don't forget you were shot just a few months ago." Cheng Hao sighed helplessly, patting his head like she was comforting a baby, when she suddenly felt like she'd lost her balance—

"what!"

Forty-five minutes later, during his period of spiritual enlightenment, Zhou Yi fell into a trance—

"Thinking about it carefully, what you said isn't entirely impossible. If the two Gao Yuanyuans were stacked together..."

"Dead scumbag."

Cheng Hao, who was recovering her health and mana in bed, lightly stepped on the man's back and said weakly. The latter, who was replenishing his water, exaggeratedly staggered forward a few steps, and then laughed: "Didn't you ask me that? I was just answering truthfully. That's called honesty."

Who in the martial arts world doesn't know that I, Zhou Yi, am known as the Honest and Reliable Young Master?

Unfortunately, all he got in response was Cheng Hao's nimble toes teasing him: "Your mouth only knows how to say sweet nothings when your little head needs them." It has to be said, though vulgar, Zhou Yi's occasional utterances of slang were quite sophisticated, and rather amusing in private. It's hard to understand what's going on in his head; he can come up with all sorts of bizarre and wonderful adjectives.

They're all quite fitting.

"There are only two kinds of people in this world who can fulfill all of a woman's fantasies: one is a liar, and the other is also a liar."

Barefoot on the carpet, Zhou Yi screwed on the bottle cap, bent down to pick up the clothes scattered on the ground, and asked without turning his head, "How do you want me to lie to you? Give me a target so I can prepare."

"Is it possible that I would willingly let you deceive me?"

Amused, Cheng Hao kicked off the blanket and put the pillow that had been under her back in its place: "It's so late, why don't you just sleep here tonight? Anyway, you've only been filming music videos lately."

"What are you talking about? I'm very busy too, okay?"

Despite saying that, Zhou Yi's body betrayed him as he stopped. Cheng Hao, who had simply put on her underwear and was too lazy to put on a coat, smoothed her long hair and opened the door to walk towards the living room. Without turning her head, she teased, "What are you busy with? Busy picking up girls?"

The weather in Beijing turned cold in November, but her house remained warm and cozy.

"You're slandering me. Usually, it's other people who try to woo me."

He took the new pair of underwear the woman threw to him, put them on, and slipped on his slippers as he stepped out of the room. He saw Cheng Hao squatting in front of the refrigerator tidying up, and slowly strolled over: "You know, when I used to wander around the bar street, all I had to do was walk up to a woman and say 'Hello, my name is Zhou Yi, can we get to know each other?'"

"Then I can just sit back and wait for her to woo me, just like this..."

After a pause, Zhou Yi, who had stopped standing, leaned slightly forward to look at her and extended his right hand: "Hello, my name is Zhou Yi."

Cheng Hao couldn't hold back any longer: "How come you're still so narcissistic even after you've been shot?"

Although it was phrased as a complaint, the woman couldn't help but smile as she pulled out three bags of dumplings from the refrigerator. She looked up at him, who was leaning against the kitchen doorway, and said, "I haven't restocked my midnight snack supplies in a long time since your aunt and uncle came. I'll make do and cook some dumplings for you."

Zhou Yi whistled and his eyes lit up when he caught sight of the apron hanging to the side: "Okay, is it white radish and pork dumplings?"

"Then I forgot about the filling—what kind of look is that?"

As Cheng Hao stood up, holding onto the refrigerator, she became wary and instinctively took two steps back in her slippers—just as Zhou Yi took off his apron and grinned as he approached her.

"You really are something else."

Cheng Hao, who had never done this before, glared at the man fiercely, but the thrill that had somehow grown in her heart made her clench her hands involuntarily—the black ribbon tied around her waist and neck to secure her apron looked particularly eye-catching against her fair skin.

Limited edition cook's apron.jpg

Boiling dumplings doesn't require too many skills. Just add water when the water boils, add more water when it starts to bubble again, and repeat this process three times before they're done.

This means that Cheng Hao, with her right hand gripping the spatula and her back to Zhou Yi, has ample time to stand by the kitchen counter...

Trying not to turn her head to look at him, Cheng Hao felt the rough texture of his fingers the moment the dumpling involuntarily trembled—the water in the pot had already begun to boil, bubbling and bubbling out.

"How could you... be so good at humiliating people—ha..."

"Hmm?" Zhou Yi stopped what he was doing and patted the round petals in dissatisfaction.

"don't want……"

The dumplings, brimming with the aroma of meat, trembled. Sensing they were almost cooked, Cheng Hao instinctively added water again and then actively stirred them on the countertop to prevent them from overheating and sticking together.

"Don't stop..."

The dumplings were delicious, and the child was very satisfied.

"Are you a dog? Still not enough to eat?"

When the real dumplings were served, Cheng Hao, who was already curled up on the sofa waiting for her midnight snack, couldn't help but shudder.

"You mean dumplings? I could eat fifty-five in one sitting in high school, and that wasn't even my limit, it was just because my mom only let me eat that many." Zhou Yi grinned mischievously, mimicking Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, which earned him another eye roll from the woman.

The only difference was that what he carried was slightly different from what Li Jing carried the pagoda.

Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, carries a magnificent pagoda, and he carries milk.

"You're bragging without thinking, fifty-five of them? You'll burst if you don't eat them." Cheng Hao muttered to himself as the man carried him, then started eating dumplings to replenish his health and mana.

"I'm not exaggerating, my mom makes shredded white radish and pork dumplings, and shiitake mushroom, cabbage and pork dumplings..."

Wrapped in a blanket in a vacuum, Cheng Hao chewed slowly, listening to Zhou Yi recount his glorious past. In the blink of an eye, he memorized the memories Zhou Yi spoke of.

I am a half-grown boy and a poor man.

Zhou Yi himself sighed, "It's a pity I can't eat that much in one meal anymore."

Even though he exercises now, he can only eat a maximum of thirty dumplings made by his mother in one meal; any more and he'll feel stuffed.

"Back in college, why did you say you couldn't eat anymore after only eating one plate of the dumplings I made?"

Once Cheng Hao realized what was going on, she noticed the key point: "There are only about twenty in that plate, right?"

Zhou Yi didn't speak, but silently began to chew, stuffing his cheeks full.

Cheng Hao: "..."

She thought for a moment, then hesitated, "It shouldn't have tasted too bad before, right?"

Zhou Yi gave a thumbs up: "Look on the bright side, your cooking skills are now on par with my mom's."

Cheng Hao was both amused and exasperated.

Then, as if remembering something, she put down her bowl and chopsticks, wrapped herself in a blanket, and walked to the living room, bringing over the bowl of medicine that had already gone cold: "Don't eat dumplings yet, drink this first. Being shot and bleeding has depleted your vital energy, so you need to take care to replenish it."

Zhou Yi said helplessly, "I'm fine now, why are you still bringing this up? If you don't trust me, don't you trust the doctor?"

Does he seem like the kind of person who would put on a brave front?
"Because I'm worried about you."

Cheng looked into the man's eyes as she placed the bowl in front of him, and said, word by word, "I saw the new English song you wrote at home, and I'm really worried about you."

The lyrics made her heart tremble, and in that instant she recalled the panic she felt when she first learned that Zhou Yi had been shot.

Zhou Yi paused, putting down his chopsticks, then seemed to remember something, his mouth slightly open—as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

Besides filming music videos, he's been spending his free time at home writing down the lyrics for next year's English major. Clearly, Cheng Hao must have seen the unfinished lyrics in his study when she came over to drop off some documents.

"If I die young, bury me in satin."
"Lay me down on a bed of roses."
Sink me in the river at dawn.
"Send me away with the words of a love song..."

(End of this chapter)