Shattering the talent show script, sweeping the world film scene

Jiangxi Heng had never associated the "French father" with the "original owner" before because the two had very different personalities.

He inherited the original owner's fleeting memories, which were like a mirage. The original owner on the other side of the mirror was a somewhat silent, reserved, aloof, and cowardly person. Without guidance, she was likely to develop an extreme personality.

Elias Martin, let's just call him Martin for now.

Jiangxi Heng did call the other person that when he was a child.

Martin is a somewhat melancholic but gentle Frenchman with a touch of artistic flair. He is not very proactive, and perhaps the most proactive thing he did in his life was to pursue the Chinese woman who was giving a concert in France.

Martin listens to music, appreciates calligraphy and paintings, and watches films and television shows.

Under his influence, Jiangxi Heng began to be exposed to classic films from various countries when he was three years old and still learning three languages.

It is said that Martin spent three months learning to listen to and read Chinese in order to pursue Ms. Kim. Ms. Kim was very moved when she heard this. She knew that Chinese was difficult, but Martin had worked hard to learn it, so she accepted Martin's pursuit.

Jiangxi Heng rubbed his temples, and a vein bulged under his fingers.

If what he guessed was true, then does that mean that old man Martin was lying?

—Maman, I knew that guy who could randomly find my Chinese name by flipping through a dictionary couldn't be very honest.

That's right, Elias's biological father's surname is Martin, and his biological mother's surname is King, and he already uses the foreign surname King. Ms. King was saying this to be fair, when Martin retorted, "Calling him Martin X sounds awful, doesn't it?"

Ms. Jin: ...

So Martin pulled out a dictionary for "learning Chinese": "Let my son flip through it himself, and choose a character from whichever page he turns to."

"...If that word is too complicated..."

Choose the simplest homophone.

Ms. Jin tried to stop her: "What if we come across words even worse than Martin X?"

Martin looked lovingly at the baby who couldn't read yet: "Then I can only wish Eli good luck."

Elias was only a short time after he learned to walk when he was given his Chinese name.

He held the thick dictionary, his fingers gliding over the rough edges of the paper. In some places, it seemed as if the owner had opened it repeatedly, or folded it on a whim.

So he turned to that page.

"J, here it comes, here it comes, the first word!" Martin gave the expression of a movie protagonist about to face a major event, then paused for a second.

Ms. Jin: "Jiang? His name is Martin Jiang?"

Martin cried out in anguish, "No, please forget my surname! I think it's a great idea for my Chinese name to also have your surname!"

Ignoring his parents' playful fight, the child turned the page a second time. That page contained the character for "hope," the character for "stream," the character for "cherish," and the character for "west."

Among these characters, the character "西" has the fewest strokes.

Jiangxi Heng remembers that his father patted his head, as if he wanted to say something, but stopped talking when his mother spoke.

“Jiangxi? You know, there’s a place in China called Jiangxi,” Ms. Jin couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t want Eli to be called Martin Jiangxi, or Jin Jiangxi, it sounds too strange.”

"Why not translate it again? The surname Jiang isn't bad, is it?"

Ms. Jin is a very open-minded Eastern woman. She chooses to travel the world and hold concerts, and she also marries and has children with men from foreign countries. She doesn't care whether her children take her surname or her father's surname.

She just wanted to give her child a nice-sounding name.

So the enthusiastic child flipped through it again.

The character is "珩". Whether it's "横", "衡", or "蘅", they are all too complicated and difficult to write.

And that's how the name "Jiangxi Heng" came about.

Ms. Jin picked up the child: "Martin, I found that the characters Eli randomly selected sounded much better than yours. It seems fate has made him choose his own Chinese name. I'll tell him how his name came about in the future... Oh, by the way, why did you circle these three characters in blue? Does it mean you've learned these three Chinese characters?"

Martin smiled and closed the dictionary, without denying it.

"Yes, darling, I've learned most of the words in this dictionary, and these three are among them."

Later, Eli, who had his own Chinese name, learned to write Chinese characters with his father and under his mother's supervision. The two practiced with the same calligraphy model and learned the same hook at the end of the stroke.

"Papa, why do you always have to imitate my handwriting? Don't you have your own Chinese name? Didn't your mother give you one?"

Martin seemed stunned by his son's three consecutive attacks.

He scoffed, "Eli, I'm putting pressure on you. Look how well I wrote your name. You still need to keep working hard."

Little Eli gave a disdainful look and uttered a profound truth at the age of five.

"If I only work hard because of pressure, this name will become my shackles."

Martin paused.

Martin has gone mad.

Martin picked up Eli and tossed him into the air, then ran to Mrs. Kim, exclaiming, "Darling, our baby is a genius!"

Jiangxi Heng finds it hard to believe that the father he remembers so vividly, sometimes like a big boy and sometimes like a pillar of strength, is the person in the mirror.

But he couldn't help believing, couldn't help wondering, whether this counted as seeing young Martin through his own eyes.

Jiangxi Heng touched his eyes.

The warmer the childhood memories, the more tragic the plane crash that killed everyone was, making it a story too painful to reread.

Influenced by his father, he fell in love with movies and became an actor. Because of his mother, he eventually came to the country where Chinese was born, and that's how he came to be in this life.

[Host, I'm back!]

The 4399 core, burning hot from operation, ignored the unstable mechanism and said: "I'm contacting my best buddy to ask where the original owner went!"

Jiangxi Heng was taken aback: "You can find it?"

4399 shook his head: [In this vast world, there are three thousand small worlds, three thousand great worlds, three thousand great worlds, three thousand planes, and three thousand planes are further divided into lower and higher planes... naturally, it's impossible to find out.]

Jiangxi Heng smiled regretfully: "It's alright. Actually, this guess isn't important. I personally collected my parents' remains, and I know they went to heaven in the end."

4399 quickly explained: [No, no, no, host, anyone who can travel through time and space is very special. You came to this world. Although the original owner voluntarily gave up his life, he was sent to another world. He still crossed the barrier of time and space and will carry the corresponding particles.]

Jiangxi Heng tilted his head slightly, listening attentively.

4399 continued: "Just as the wind on the grasslands has an earthy smell, while the wind on the ice plains is crisp and refreshing, my good buddy, having survived a time-space storm, is a formidable expert at judging the passage of time. According to his judgment—using your soul as the anchor point—the original owner and you had a soul difference of 43 years!"