Chapter 135 An era is over
"what?"

Wang Fei mumbled softly, and Xu Fan and Lin Cong didn't hear what she said at all.

But Zhang Yuan on the side was struck by lightning.

After being stunned for three or four seconds, he quickly took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, turned on the screen and looked at the upper right corner.

【4】

This year is 2003.

Today is April 1st.

Zhang Yuan sighed, what was supposed to come finally came.

Many people believe that the golden age of Hong Kong music was buried in 2003.

Because on April 1st of that year, Leslie Cheung jumped from the fitness center on the 24th floor of the Oriental Culture Hotel.

Before this, he had suffered from depression for 20 years.

At the same time, due to years of busy work and irregular diet, he suffered from severe acid reflux, which damaged his voice.

Everyone knows how devastating a blow a singer's voice is.

Just like Duan Xiaolou's verdict on Cheng Dieyi in "Farewell My Concubine".

"You really are crazy and can't live without a demon."

He is crazy and lives in the hearts of his fans and moviegoers.

At the end of the same year, just before the New Year's bell rang, Anita Mui passed away in the hospital.

The golden age of Hong Kong music scene had long passed away, but it was only buried together with the death of these two masters in 03.

"What are you talking about?" Xu Fan put his ear close to Wang Fei's mouth and listened carefully.

"Guorong is dead."

"Who is Guo Rong?" Xu Fan turned to look at Lin Cong and Zhang Yuan, and didn't react for a moment.

"I think it should be Leslie Cheung." Zhang Yuan closed his eyes and said solemnly.

"Ah!" Xu Fan and Lin Cong both turned pale after hearing this name!

Different from other Hong Kong actors, Leslie Cheung forged an indissoluble bond with the film and television circles of the imperial capital because of the movie Farewell My Concubine.

When the imperial circle mentions the Hong Kong circle, most of the time they are disdainful, and there are even many derogatory terms such as "Southern barbarians" and "Hong Kong bastards".

But when it comes to Leslie Cheung, there is no one in the imperial capital's film and television circles who doesn't give a thumbs up.

why?
Their strength and professional attitude are there.

Cheng Dieyi played the role of an actor to perfection, and no one can surpass him.

Over the years of "Farewell My Concubine", the only people who questioned Chen Kaige were those who criticized him, but no one questioned Leslie Cheung.

Even an actor as "extremely" talented as Ge You could not stop praising Leslie Cheung.

"I am the fake Fourth Master, and he is a real woman." This was Ge Da Ge's comment at the time, and he said that he almost couldn't keep up with Leslie Cheung's acting.

"No, no, no, it can't be..." Xu Fan covered his chest, his teeth chattering, and he could not speak clearly.

"Today is April Fools' Day, don't dare to play such a joke!"

Wang Fei hung his head, his eyes dull, and let his tears flow freely.

"We agreed to play cards together after I learn a lot..."

Wang Fei did not break down and cry, nor did he scream at the top of his lungs. He just muttered to himself and sobbed silently.

Just like those guys who banged the coffin and cried loudly at the memorial service, they would also sing and drink at the dinner a few hours later.

That's all acting.

True heartbreak is always silent, leaving only an empty heart and infinite numbness.

"Oh..." Zhang Yuan let out a long breath, then picked up Wang Fei, who was lying on the ground like a rotten body.

The diva remained motionless, and the doll version fiddled with her at will, allowing him to put her on the sofa beside her.

Xu Fan and Lin Cong were also panicked by the huge impact and it took them a long time to recover.

"Fei, don't be sad...Actually, I feel bad too." Xu Fan wanted to give her some advice, but as she spoke, she started crying instead.

Lin Cong also sat beside the two of them in silence.

None of these old women are useful... Zhang Yuan shook his head, unable to blame them too much.

After all, he had known about this for a long time, but he still suffered a great psychological shock, not to mention that these people were completely unprepared.

The death knell came like a tide, destroying their psychological defenses in one fell swoop.

He turned and ran to the kitchen, found some ginseng, water chestnuts, wolfberries, lilies, longans, and jujubes, and took out a casserole from the cupboard.

Pour water and boil it over high heat until the whole pot is cooked into three small bowls. Then pour it out and serve it. A simple calming soup is ready and served to the three people.

"Drink some, replenish your energy, and then make plans."

This is a recipe of Natural Gate for health preservation, which he simplified a bit.

After the three of them expressed their thanks, they drank most of the wine, lost interest, and found the food tasteless.

I don’t know whether the calming soup is really effective, or if the pain will heal naturally over time.

After more than an hour, Wang Fei's body gradually straightened up and was no longer as limp as before.

"I'm going to Hong Kong, right now."

The diva's eyes became firm and resolute.

"Sister Fei, please contact your family first to explain your itinerary. We will help you book your flight tickets and pack your luggage."

"Yes, yes, let's do as Zhang Yuan said." Xu Fan immediately responded.

Everyone was in a mess, and now that there was someone who could take charge, they naturally obeyed.

Naturally, Zhang Yuan was not in a position to handle the woman's luggage, so he let Xu Fan take care of it. He randomly grabbed a few dark coats and stuffed them into the suitcase. After all, he was attending a funeral, so he had to be dignified and solemn.

Wang Fei was calling her ex-husband and family.

Lin Cong hurriedly called the airline to book a ticket.

"Fei, all the tickets for tonight are booked!" After arranging everything together, Lin Cong shouted worriedly, "Today is April Fool's Day. Tickets are hard to buy on holidays, and there are many people going to Hong Kong Island for shopping."

"what should I do then?"

"If you don't know what will happen next..."

Before Lin Cong finished speaking, Zhang Yuan walked forward with his lips pursed.

"Leave the ticket booking to me."

Without waiting for their reaction, Zhang Yuan took out his cell phone with a serious expression and called Song Jianguo, the CEO of Air China.

"Mr. Song."

"Hello, did I help you last time?" Song Jianguo was very polite to him. After all, Zhang Yuan was the one who saved his career.

"You've been a great help, thank you so much."

"No need to thank each other between us."

"I'm just sorry, I need your help again."

"But it doesn't matter."

"I want a ticket to Hong Kong."

"Hey, why do you need to call me in advance for this matter? You can just come to the airport directly." Song Jianguo thought it was a big deal.

Asking him, the CEO of Air China, for such a trivial matter as booking tickets is like killing a chicken with a dragon slaying knife.

"It's not me who wants the plane ticket, it's Wang Fei."

"Which Wang Fei?"

It can't be Diana... Zhang Yuan shook his head. After spending too long with Brother Qian, he always wanted to reveal something when he spoke.

"The Wang Fei who was singing?"

Zhang Yuan explained it to Song Jianguo, and then he understood. At the same time, he thought.

My little benefactor is really good. He can go to Wang Fei's house to play mahjong. It seems that he has a lot of connections in the entertainment industry.

interesting.

"Mr. Song, do you know what happened?"

"what's up."

"Leslie Cheung is gone."

"What!!!"

There was a loud bang from the other end of the phone, accompanied by the sound of tables and chairs collapsing and cups and bowls breaking.

It can be said that just one sentence caused a thousand waves, chaos and disarray.

"Old Song, what are you doing? Destroying the house!"

At the same time, a woman's scolding voice was heard on the phone, probably Mr. Song's wife.

Song Jianguo is a middle-aged man in his forties. He spent his youth in the Hong Kong music and film circles.

Leslie Cheung is also his idol.

My mind went blank when I heard the bad news.

After a long time, Song Jianguo replied in a hoarse voice.

"What do you need me to do?"

At this moment, I am not doing this for the sake of giving face to Zhang Yuan, for my own job, or for my own future. I just want to do something for my idol from my youth, Leslie Cheung.

"The paparazzi will know this news soon. With Wang Fei's fame, there should be someone waiting at the airport..."

"I understand." Before Zhang Yuan could finish his words, he was interrupted by Song Jianguo's low voice.

"I will personally arrange a quick access to the underground garage and have people prepare barriers in advance to ensure there is no disruption throughout the process."

"The airport contact person will contact you soon."

Zhang Yuan put down his phone: "Done."

Xu Fan looked at Lin Cong and was stunned.

"Sister Fei, please contact the driver immediately and take your luggage to the airport."

The diva at this moment didn't even bother to thank him, she just took some tissues and sobbed.

"Okay." She agreed, then thought for a moment, got up and ran upstairs.

There was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, and Wang Feide's figure disappeared from sight.

The stairs made footsteps again, and Wang Fei reappeared, wearing a pair of huge black-framed sunglasses, and he had combed his hair, which had become messy due to falling and crying.

"I have to go to see Guo Rong cleanly."

Picking up the suitcase and about to go out, but before she left, she turned and walked to the dining table, lifted up the tempered glass covering the table with her fingernails, and pulled out a piece of glass from the corner to take a photo.

It was the photo of the last hand of 88-point Big Four Happiness when I played cards with Zhang Yuan last time.

Zhang Yuan nodded happily.

He remembered Wang Fei said this crazily at the time.

"Let Guorong and Jialin take a good look."

"I'll let you laugh at my poor card skills again!"

He thought that Wang Fei would put this photo in Leslie Cheung's coffin as a final gift.

Let him see.

He will see.

Zhang Yuan, Xu Fan and Lin Cong helped Grandma Wang into the car together.

"Be careful, you still have to face the media." Xu Fan reminded.

"Sister Fei, take it." Zhang Yuan handed the cigarettes and lighter he had on him to the queen.

She couldn't wait to light one up, and the smoke she exhaled was like her soul being sucked away.

Without a word, she left.

Zhang Yuan turned around to help clean the mahjong table, turned off the water, electricity and gas valves, and locked the gate, then slowly left with Xu Fan and Lin Cong.

There is already a hint of warmth in the imperial capital in early April.

The three people on the road did not feel any warmth.

"Sister Fan, I'll help you stop a car."

After sending the two seniors into the car, Zhang Yuan suddenly remembered something and raised his hand to knock on the car window again.

Xu Fan, who was sitting in the back seat, lowered the window and looked at him in confusion: "What's the matter?"

"Sister Xu Fan, I have some friends who work in the media. They heard about something that is related to your family."

"Oh?"

Zhang Yuan paused and said, "Someone is making something called a star map."

"It records the home addresses of most celebrities in the imperial capital, including your home."

Who did this?
Of course it’s the paparazzi king Zhuo Wei.

Previously, the crew of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" had a food safety issue. When Zhang Yuan asked Zhuo Wei to help expose it, he seemed to be following someone when he spoke in a low voice.

Combined with the time, Zhang Yuan guessed it.

When Xu Fan heard this, her cheeks, which were already pale because of the Leslie Cheung incident, became even more pale.

"Really?"

“I would rather believe that something exists than something that doesn’t exist.”

"Think about it, after your address is exposed, it's OK for normal people, but if two crazy people come with knives, would you still dare to go out?"

"Ouch!" Xu Fan bit his lip nervously: "What should I do?"

"Either we move or we increase security, there's no other solution, but it's better to be prepared in advance than to be caught off guard when the time comes."

"Yes, yes, yes, I understand. I'll discuss it with Xiaogang when I get back." Xu Fan nodded vigorously: "Thank you, today is all thanks to you."

[Received thanks from Xu Fan, acting skills +1, lines +1, temperament +1, Peking Opera basics +1! ]

Waving at the receding car, Zhang Yuan wondered why there were still Peking Opera points.

"Oh, by the way, she starred in the play 'Qing Yi' directed by Kang Honglei last year with Fu Biao, Pan Hong, and Li Mingqi. The leading actress in that play is a Peking Opera actress. I guess she practiced a lot before filming."

The card game didn't last long before it ended.

Zhang Yuan did not stop a car to go home, but walked along the dry asphalt road with all his melancholy.

“The road of life is as long as a dream.”

"The wind and frost on the road dry up my face."

"In this world, beautiful dreams have so many directions."

"Looking for the love in my dreamy heart."

"The road is endless..."

He sang Leslie Cheung's "A Chinese Ghost Story" in not very standard Cantonese.

That year, Ning Caichen was a human and Xiaoqian was a ghost. In the story, they were separated by the Yin and Yang.

Today, Leslie Cheung has become a spirit and Joey Wong has retired from the entertainment industry. In reality, they are separated by the Yin and Yang.

"Every generation has its own Leslie Cheung." Zhang Yuan looked at the street lights above his head, wondering if he could one day be as dazzling as him.

He kept walking.

He is going to shoot his own "A Chinese Ghost Story"...

(End of this chapter)