Returning to Taiwan in 2000 as a patriotic artist

In the living room, the two sat on the sofa watching TV.

Gu Bei leaned against the left side of the sofa, while Zhou Huimin curled up on the right, with a cushion between them.

On the television screen, the female protagonist shouts in the snow, "How are you?"

Vivian Chow's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

She pulled out a tissue, wiped her eyes, then pulled out another and wiped them again.

I used tissue after tissue until the tip of my nose was red from wiping.

Gu Bei turned his head to look at her, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

Zhou Huimin noticed his gaze, turned her head, and said in a tearful voice, "What are you looking at!"

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a nasal tone, not fierce at all, but rather like she was being affectionate.

Gu Bei couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The two looked at each other.

Their gazes were glued to each other, and no one could look away.

The temperature in my eyes rose inch by inch; something was quietly throbbing and burning.

A light blush spread across Vivian Chow's cheeks, and her eyes gradually lost focus, becoming dreamy and soft.

Reason screamed an alarm in my mind...

No, we can't go any further...

You're not acting at all...

But his body was being pulled closer by some force, inch by inch.

Scenes flashed uncontrollably through her mind:

The sight of the mess and panting she caught through the crack in the office door made her blush to the roots of her ears.

In the hot spring pool, their eyes met, their toes touched the scalding water, and their hearts pounded so hard they felt like they were going to jump out of their chests.

Inside the villa, a passionate kiss raged between Wanqing and him, separated only by a door. His lips ached from being bitten, his breath caught in his throat, and the forbidden feeling of being discovered burned through his body like fire...

And then there's him... his sweaty back in the gym, his muscles undulating under the lights.

Wearing an apron in the kitchen, she looked quiet and focused as she chopped vegetables.

Each image was like a fine needle, pricking her wavering heart.

Zhou Huimin could hear the frantic struggle within her own heart.

One person said: Stop it. You still have a boyfriend. You still have a bottom line.

The other one sneered: He has betrayed you many times!

Besides...didn't you and Gu Bei already cross the line?

Vivian Chow slowly closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, with only a final trace of hesitation remaining.

Her lips parted slightly, with an almost self-destructive resolve, and she took the initiative to kiss him.

Gu Bei closed his eyes, his breathing becoming heavy.

His whole body was burning hot, his skin felt like it was on fire.

The two embraced tightly, their arms wrapped around each other's waists and backs, like drowning people grabbing onto the last piece of driftwood, unwilling to let go even in death.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Time seemed to stretch out, and all that remained in the air were their breaths and heartbeats.

Just then.

Gu Bei felt a warm liquid flowing down his lips.

It's not saliva, it's not sweat.

is blood.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

Two streams of blood were slowly flowing from Zhou Huimin's nose, dripping down his philtrum and onto his lips.

Gu Bei was stunned, his eyes filled with terror.

The chubby director yelled, "Cut!"

He was still staring intently.

"What are you doing? Are you scared?" Vivian Chow playfully smeared blood on Gu Bei's face. "It's a prop."

Gu Bei finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He was so engrossed in the role that he couldn't quite process what he was seeing.

"You acted so well, it was just like the real thing," the chubby director praised repeatedly.

"The scene here is almost done."

"Next, we'll be filming the venue."

The venue was set up on the south side of the photography studio. It was a small stage with a grand piano in the center. The lights shone on the keys, giving them a cool white glow.

The two walked to the center of the stage.

Gu Bei sat down at the piano, and Zhou Huimin, who had changed into jeans and a plain white T-shirt, stood beside him.

According to the script, this scene is about the boy taking the girl to see the venue for his upcoming concert and playing "Fairy Tale" for her.

Gu Bei's fingers landed on the piano keys, and the melody began.

Vivian Chow stood beside him, tilting her head slightly to look at his profile.

Her eyes were filled with happiness, anticipation, and longing for the future.

As she watched, her body suddenly swayed.

Gu Bei stopped playing and looked up at her.

Vivian Chow's face was somewhat pale, and she still had a smile on her lips, but it was a forced smile, as if she was trying her best to hold on to something.

Then, she closed her eyes and her body slumped down.

"Bang"

Vivian Chow fell to the cold floor.

Gu Bei picked her up and, following the script, turned and ran.

"Gu Bei, you can put me down now," Zhou Huimin whispered.

"No way," Gu Bei teased her deliberately, "We can't stop until the director yells 'cut'."

Actually, he wanted to hold her a little longer and was reluctant to put her down.

Vivian Chow paused for a moment, then smiled.

She didn't say anything more, quietly leaning against him, her eyes half-closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Gu Bei carried her out of the photography studio, ran to the end of the corridor, and then ran back.

Along the way, they could feel each other's heartbeats, one after another, like the beating of drums, through the thin fabric of their clothes.

"Cut!" the chubby director finally called for a stop. "Good, very good!"

Gu Bei stopped, panting heavily.

Zhou Huimin reluctantly jumped down from his arms, her cheeks as red as ripe apples.

"Why are you running so fast?" she asked, her head down, her tone slightly reproachful.

"The script requires it," Gu Bei wiped the sweat from his forehead, "to capture that sense of urgency."

Next, they filmed a few more scenes.

A cell phone was placed on the piano at the concert, and on the other end of the line, the heartbeat gradually stopped.

The most heartbreaking part of Fairy Tale.

There are also scenes of moving and driving.

The filming finally ended at 5 p.m.

The staff began packing up the equipment.

Zhou Huimin walked into the lounge, closed the door, leaned against the door panel, and covered her chest with her hand.

My heart is beating very fast.

It's unbelievably fast.

She closed her eyes, her mind filled with images from today.

Perhaps she was too immersed in the role, because she felt like she wasn't acting, but rather experiencing a real-life romance.

As Gu Bei carried her and ran, his chest burned with heat.

His breathing was heavy, and their heartbeats overlapped, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other.

And that kiss.

That kiss...

Zhou Huimin opened her eyes, walked to the mirror, and looked at her flushed face in the mirror.

"calm."

She said to her reflection in the mirror, "You're all just acting."

The person in the mirror didn't answer, but their cheeks turned even redder.

On the way back, Vivian Chow's phone suddenly rang.

She glanced at the caller ID, pressed the answer button, and said, "Hello, Wanqing."

On the other end of the phone, Yang Wanqing's voice sounded tired: "Minmin, how did the filming go today?"

"It's great." Zhou Huimin glanced at Gu Bei. "We're all very satisfied."

"That's good. I have a business dinner tonight, so I won't be back until after dinner."

"What would you like to eat? Ask Gu Bei to make it for you."

Hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Vivian Chow nodded, "Mhm, don't worry about me, take care of yourself."

"Bye, see you tonight."

See you tonight.

She put her phone back in her bag, turned around and said, "Gu Bei, Wanqing needs to finish her meal before going back."

"Yes, I heard everything." Gu Bei pulled his Audi A6 to the side of the road.

He looked around the fresh food market and asked in a low voice, "What would you like to eat?"

"You arrange it, I don't think I have much of an appetite." Vivian Chow leaned back in her chair, lost in thought.

however.

Gu Bei's next words made her cheeks flush red instantly.

Let's eat chicken.