Huayu: Reborn in 97, transferring to the Central Academy of Drama's star-studded class

Berlin.

Zhang Ziyi felt extremely tired from jet lag. When she first arrived, she often couldn't sleep at night, and the weather was also very cold, which made her very uncomfortable.

The worst part is the food here.

Hard bread, overly salty sausage, and fried meat patties made with carrots, potatoes, meat, and some other unknown ingredient mixed together.

Alas! Zhang Ziyi felt terrible just thinking about it.

Fortunately, Zhang Yimou was experienced and brought a lot of instant noodles and snacks, and most importantly, frozen dumplings! That made her feel a little better.

Those traveling together included Zhang Weiping, CEO of New Pictures, photographer Hou Yong, and a group of staff.

Zhang Ziyi heard from Jiang that when Jia Kezhang, Lou Ye and others went to the exhibition, there were only a few people, but Zhang Yimou's team was quite large.

The opening ceremony of this year's Berlin Film Festival is scheduled for February 9th.

Zhang Yimou arrived early to coordinate and complete the pre-screening review, which was basically just a formality—showing the film once to confirm that there were no technical problems and that it did not contain any content that violated local laws.

The staff's tasks included moving the copy boxes, debugging the machines, and setting up the tables.

Most importantly, before the film's official premiere, arrange an internal screening for a select group of media outlets and film critics worldwide, allowing them to preview the film, prepare their reports, and publish them immediately after the premiere to increase its impact.

Zhang Yimou attached great importance to this step and personally supervised the scene.

Zhang Ziyi followed him and sat in the last row of the screening room, which was packed with media people.

The lights dimmed, and the screen lit up.

She looked at herself on the screen, running in the fields in a red cotton-padded jacket, watching the eye contact between Jiang Lai and herself, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

It happened a year ago, but looking back now, it feels like a long time ago.

What she loves and misses most is the time she spent filming this movie—young, inexperienced, and everything about it was the most beautiful.

And then there's Jiang Lai.

She smiled shyly.

After the screening, the media professionals stood up, discussing in hushed tones or jotting down notes.

Zhang Yi stepped forward and shook hands with several people, exchanging pleasantries. Zhang Ziyi accompanied him, unable to understand what they were saying, and could only smile politely.

Sometimes reporters would ask her questions, and the translator would tell her the answer, which she would then give.

Over the next few days, Zhang Ziyi followed Zhang Yi around.

It was tiring, but also very fulfilling.

She also met director Stanley Kwan through Zhang Yimou, whose film, "Sometimes Dancing," was nominated for the main competition.

She didn't really like this movie, but she especially liked one of Director Guan's early films, called "Ruan Lingyu".

She felt a deep empathy for the sense of desolation and fate of actresses from the old era, who were glamorous on stage but powerless off stage.

Later, she met the big-mouthed beauty Shu Qi. She heard that Li An initially favored Shu Qi for the role of Yu Jiaolong, so she took a closer look and felt that she was just so-so.

Because both are Chinese-language films, Zhang Yimou and Guan Jinpeng supported each other and promoted each other's films.

That evening, the group returned from a screening and discussion.

Zhang Yi suddenly spoke up: "Xiao Zhang, today is Lunar New Year's Eve, don't forget to send some good news home."

Zhang Ziyi paused for a moment, then realized that she hadn't called home for several days since arriving. "Okay, thank you for reminding me, Director Zhang."

Zhang Yi nodded.

Back at the hotel, Zhang Ziyi took out her phone and, after thinking for a moment, decided to call Jiang Lai first.

The call was dialed and answered after two rings.

"Feed?" Jiang Lai's voice was a little breathless.

"What's wrong? Do you have a cold?" Zhang Ziyi asked.

"It's nothing, I just came back from a run." Jiang Lai's voice sounded a little unnatural.

Zhang Ziyi didn't think much of it. "Let me tell you, it's so cold here, and I don't like the food. Luckily, Director Zhang brought instant noodles, otherwise I would have starved to death."

Jiang Lai chuckled, "Then you should eat more instant noodles. I'll cook you something delicious when we get back."

"You can cook?"

"Yes, I can, I can cook instant noodles."

"screw you."

The two chatted for a while. Zhang Ziyi talked about what he had seen and heard here, how busy Zhang Yimou was, and the city of Berlin. Jiang Lai smiled and agreed.

"Happy New Year," Zhang Ziyi said.

"Happy New Year," Jiang said.

"Should I hang up?"

"Okay, hang up."

"Give me a kiss, muah!"

"Hey! Okay, let's get started."

Zhang Ziyi hung up the phone and sat on the bed, a smile still on her face.

She then tried calling her mother, but couldn't get through after several attempts, so she called her brother instead.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

"Feed? Who is it in the middle of the night?" Zhang Zinan's voice was lazy, filled with heavy sleepiness.

"Brother, it's me," Zhang Ziyi said.

"Little sister? This is...this is..." Zhang Zinan checked the time. "It's already two or three in the morning, why are you calling? Everyone at home is asleep."

Zhang Ziyi froze, as if he had realized something.

"I was thinking of wishing my family a Happy Chinese New Year, and I forgot about the time difference," she said.

"Okay, tomorrow then. I'm going to sleep now, I'm too sleepy."

"Okay, sure."

The phone hangs up.

Zhang Ziyi sat blankly on the bed for a long time.

Yeah, it's already two or three in the morning and he can answer the phone instantly? He sounds pretty energetic.

She unconsciously thought about the panting sound, held the phone in her hand for a long time, but ultimately didn't dial to ask.

At the same time, in Hong Kong.

"Your little girlfriend?" Maggie Cheung came out of the shower, wearing a bathrobe and with her hair still wet.

"Ah." Jiang Lai nodded, looking out the window. Raindrops were pattering against the glass, and the wind was howling.

No wonder it was windy all night. Suddenly it started raining, and he and Maggie Cheung hurriedly ran back to the hotel, panting and getting soaked to the bone.

"You should go wash up too," Maggie Cheung said, drying her hair with a towel.

Jiang Lai looked down at himself; his clothes were still wet. "Sister Manyu, it's raining so hard, you shouldn't go back. Just sleep here. The cleaning staff has changed the sheets and blankets. I'll go get another room."

Maggie Cheung sat on the bed, leaning forward slightly. The collar of her robe was loose, revealing a small patch of fair and delicate skin and a shallow cleavage.

Jiang Lai could even see a drop of water slide down his neck; he glanced at it and quickly looked away.

"What, are you afraid that something might happen if a man and a woman are alone in a room together?" Zhang Manyu's lips curled up, her tone slightly teasing.

"Um, I'm going out now." Jiang Lai was so frightened that he fled in panic.

With a bang, Maggie Cheung looked at the closed door, laughed so hard she collapsed onto the bed, her hair scattered on the pillow, and the belt of her bathrobe loosened.

the next day.

Maggie Cheung woke up early and got up to go to the window to draw back the curtains.

The sky outside had cleared up, and the sky after the rain was exceptionally blue. She looked down at her bathrobe, remembered what had happened last night, and couldn't help but chuckle.

The clothes were barely wearable after drying overnight, so she changed and left the room.

The hallway was quiet, and I had no idea where this guy was sleeping.

She thought for a moment, took out her phone from her bag, and sent Jiang Lai a text message.

"I'm leaving. See you later."

As she stepped out of the hotel, she stretched, showing off her curvaceous figure.

The sunlight felt warm on her skin. She tilted her head back slightly to let the sunlight shine on her, smiled, and walked away.

A camera was sticking out of a haystack at the hotel entrance.

"Click."

"Click."