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

After filming the scenes in Devil City was completed, the crew's next destination was the Tianshan Pastures surrounding Bogda Peak.

Before their departure, Uncle Hakimi once again warmly welcomed everyone.

Mare's milk wine, meat sacks, roasted whole lamb—since arriving in this place, Jiang Lai has hardly eaten any vegetables, and his once robust, muscular physique has begun to lose some of its definition.

The banquet began in the afternoon. Uncle Hakimi said, "We have a proverb here: if you let your guests go when the sun goes down, you can't wash away the shame even if you jump into the water."

Everyone ate and drank, and the lively atmosphere lasted until night.

Pollution was not severe in this era, especially in this high-altitude region where the stars were clearly visible. Under the starry sky, Uncle Hakimi led several burly men in singing and dancing around a campfire.

They sang unknown songs and danced unknown dances.

The entire film crew was just passing through, but they would live in this harsh and cold place for generations. But was it really that hard?

Jiang Lai only saw that everyone was beaming with warm smiles.

......

Ziyu Hotel, Beijing.

July is the hottest time of summer, and the air conditioning in the hotel's training room was on full blast, but Li Bingbing still worked up a sweat.

She threw the dagger in her hand on the ground, grabbed a towel and wiped her face haphazardly, then turned to look at Zhang Jingchu, who was practicing her martial arts next to her.

"Jingchu, aren't you tired?" Li Bingbing asked, panting.

"good."

Zhang Jingchu continued her movements without stopping, throwing punches and kicking with meticulous precision. Her tone of voice was indifferent, and her face remained expressionless.

Li Bingbing secretly pursed her lips and said nothing more.

The two had been practicing martial arts for almost two months, learning and practicing everything Zhang Jin taught them together.

They appear amicable on the surface, but everyone knows the underlying tension.

Li Bingbing herself is very competitive. She practices swordsmanship and fist techniques with fierce determination. She won't stop unless Zhang Jin tells her to. After she finishes practicing, she will take the initiative to ask Zhang Jin where she didn't do well enough.

But Zhang Jingchu is different. She never asks or shows it. She is still practicing when others are resting, but she won't let you see it.

Sometimes, after Li Bingbing finished a set of punches and looked back, Zhang Jingchu would be standing quietly in the corner, having practiced for who knows how long.

In Li Bingbing's opinion, this person was just a cunning devil.

Zhang Jin, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, leaned against the wall and silently observed the two men.

He stubbed out his cigarette, walked over, and clapped his hands.

"Alright, you'll spar with me again today. Bingbing, you go first."

"Okay, Coach, please be gentle with me later," Li Bingbing said with a sweet smile.

Zhang Jin didn't speak, he just waved.

Li Bingbing flexed his wrists, raised his hand and threw a punch. Zhang Jin easily blocked it, but then retaliated with a palm strike. Li Bingbing dodged to the side, raised his leg and kicked out. His movements were swift and decisive, showing a determination to take down his opponent.

The two of them greeted each other very forcefully, with loud, banging blows.

"That's enough force, don't let your steps falter." Zhang Jin blocked her fist and gave her a push on the shoulder.

Li Bingbing staggered backward, then rushed forward again, not forgetting to quip, "Coach, you said you'd be gentle."

Zhang Jin ignored her and continued to parry her moves.

After Li Bingbing finished practicing and walked to the side to catch his breath while supporting his knees, Zhang Jingchu came up to him.

Zhang Jin had always had a strange feeling about this girl. In terms of figure and movements, Li Bingbing was definitely the best, while Zhang Jingchu was far inferior. However, this girl always had a kind of tenacity that made Zhang Jin appreciate her more.

She stood in the center of the field and assumed a starting stance.

Zhang Jin attacked first, and she raised her hand to block, but her movement was a beat too slow, and she was forced back a step by the impact.

Zhang Jin didn't stop, and then threw another punch. She tried to dodge by turning to the side, but her legs and feet weren't coordinated, and she tilted to the side, looking very disheveled.

Even Li Bingbing, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but frown.

But Zhang Jingchu didn't stop. After regaining her footing, she gritted her teeth and went forward again.

Zhang Jin launched several attacks in succession, but she was always a little slower, making her attacks hesitant and stumbling.

But she just wouldn't fall. She would take a step back after being knocked back, and she would take another step forward. Even when she was hurt, she wouldn't make a sound. She would clench her fists and charge forward again.

After a sparring session, it felt like I was just taking a beating; I had several bruises all over my body, but I never asked to stop or dodged a single attack.

Zhang Jin stopped, glanced at her, and said calmly, "That's enough."

Zhang Jingchu nodded, turned and walked to the corner. Li Bingbing noticed that her arm, with its sleeves rolled up, was wrapped with bandages.

Li Bingbing pursed his lips, wondering what this girl was insisting on.

Bogda Peak.

The name means "sacred mountain" in Mongolian. In the eyes of the locals, this mountain is the most divine peak, and they have the utmost faith in it.

Riders dismounted upon seeing him, and travelers bowed in reverence.

This is the local people's awe and reverence for the sacred mountain.

Tianshan Pasture at the foot of the sacred mountain.

Snow-capped mountains, meadows, rivers, yurts, layers of clouds in the sky, and cattle and sheep grazing all over the land—it's like a meticulously composed painting.

Jiang Lai and Zhang Ziyi rode their horses slowly across the open grassland. In the distance, the snow-capped mountains stood majestically, and the shadows of clouds drifted across the mountains. The world was vast and peaceful.

The scenery here is so beautiful that Li An couldn't get enough of taking pictures.

However, the story must continue.

Yu Jiaolong was lost, and her father, the Nine Gates Admiral, sent people everywhere to search for her.

As mentioned before, love is restraint.

Luo Xiaohu fell in love with Yu Jiaolong and wanted to truly possess her, instead of hiding from her.

On a mountain peak, Jiang Lai and Zhang Ziyi stood side by side, gazing at the soldiers searching everywhere.

"Your father is still looking for you," Jiang said.

"Let them look for it."

Jiang Lai turned his head and said, "Their searching is just causing us trouble."

Zhang Ziyi lowered her head, her expression complicated. "Don't send me back."

"If one of our daughters went missing, we would look for her too," Jiang Lai advised.

Zhang Ziyi turned away immediately and said nothing more.

Jiang looked up at the sacred mountain with a devout gaze, "Xiaolong! I want you to be my woman, and I promise I will make something of myself! I'll make your parents proud of me."

The two exchanged a glance, and Jiang Lai continued, "We have a legend that if anyone dares to jump off the sacred mountain, the gods will grant them one wish. If it's sincere, it will come true. I asked the elders, and they said..."

Jiang Lai looked at Zhang Ziyi with deep affection and said, word by word, "Sincerity is the key to success."

The two parted ways, and the comb they had stolen became a token of their love. Yu Jiaolong said, "Keep the comb safe, and return it to me when we meet again."

She also said, "If you don't pay me back, I'll chase after you."

The two embraced and kissed, tears streaming down their faces.

The world is never short of vows. Luo Xiaohu said he would make a name for himself, and Yu Jiaolong said they would reunite.

Later, Yu Jiaolong returned to being a noble lady, but Luo Xiaohu was no longer Bantianyun.

LeBron asked, puzzled, "Why is it that you Easterners never say you're in love directly? You're always so... well, anyway, not direct enough?"

Jiang Zhiqiang flicked his cigarette ash: "And what about you foreigners? You say 'I love you' after knowing each other for three days, and break up after a month. What's so great about that?"

LeBron James retorted, "But at least we'll be brave enough to say it."

Jiang Zhiqiang said calmly, "You're wrong. If we only talk about love, then true love can never be expressed, because love involves humility, and this is the same in both the East and the West."

After thinking about it, LeBron James didn't argue further.