Chapter 921

Chapter 921

Due to the effect of inertia, the black man fell forward, and before he landed, the tiger cub's legs had already turned around, and the toes suddenly tapped on the black man's waist.

The black man fell to the ground, screamed, and the women's bag he snatched from his hand flew out.

He looked up and checked the surrounding situation. The black ghost knew that he couldn't stay here for a long time, so he staggered to his feet and walked into the alley next to him.

Nan Yi glanced at the black ghost, and then quickly set his eyes on the woman who had already caught up. He knew this woman and thought about signing her, but she was not well-known at that time, well, she is not very well-known now. .

Ball flower, Monica Bellucci.

The tiger cub picked up the women's bag, walked up to Qiuhua and handed it to her.

"Thank you, Huhu... If it wasn't for your help, my ID and wallet would have been taken away." Qiuhua panted, expressing her gratitude to the tiger cub.

"You are welcome."

Vietnam once had a history of being colonized by France. After the Frenchmen left Vietnam, French was the first foreign language Vietnamese learned for a long time. The tiger cub was born in a wealthy family of Chinese Vietnamese. When my family was still in ruins, I was exposed to French education.

In fact, the family backgrounds of the Chinese who were able to take root in Vietnam back then were not much different, and Xiaohua’s family was similar, but her family fell earlier. Xiaohua began to live a hard life when she was a child. obtained in the army.

The tiger cub's too indifferent reaction made Qiuhua not say thank you for the cold drink, thank you again, and after looking at the people in Nanyi, Qiuhua said goodbye and left.

"Adam, is she in better shape than me?"

"She's older than you, and she's not as good-looking as you." Nan Yi replied sideways.

"Another good words of love, Adam, I will reward you well later." Sophie Marceau hooked Nanyi's chin and said with blurred eyes.

"I am looking forward."

After shopping outside for more than an hour, Nan Yi and Sophie Marceau returned to the hotel, and Sophie Marceau cashed in Nan Yi's reward.

After some lingering, Nanyi said in the ear of Sophie Marceau who was lying on her body: "Put on your sunglasses tomorrow, don't be too close to me, we may meet acquaintances from the capital."

"You are so cowardly." Sophie Marceau said dissatisfied.

"Beating, you didn't learn to perform well in the capital, but you have learned how to be obedient."

"Of course, I know a lot of people in the circle." Sophie Marceau said in a strange tone.

"Don't talk nonsense, do you know what people in the circle mean?"

"I know, someone who has been in the old cannon."

"Heh, the person who taught you the capital dialect is not young. Lao Pao's meaning has changed a long time ago. You should say Pao Er Ju and Pao Er Lou."

Sophie Marceau turned away from Nan Yi, "Uncle Zhao in the school's communication room taught me."

"Hey, that old man was definitely not a serious person in the past, he was playing with you, a foreign devil."

"No, Uncle Zhao called me a red-haired ghost."

The two chatted one sentence after another, and fell asleep when they were tired.

the next day.

Sophie Marceau did not make Nanyi difficult. She agreed to Nanyi's request, put on sunglasses, and did not show too close to Nanyi on the way to the train station.

Nice is only 26 kilometers away from Cannes, and it is a good choice to take the train along the Croisette.

There are three buses in an hour, almost as they come and go. The Hamburg team drives to Cannes first to meet them, and the others stay in Nice. There are only three people who follow Nanyi, Tiger Cub, Tianxian, and the fire bull of the Sissy team.

As soon as the five of them sat down in the carriage, Nanyi saw Qiuhua also walk into the carriage. Qiuhua also saw Nanyi and his party, nodded to the tiger cub, and then found a seat to sit down.

After a while, the train started slowly. Sophie Marceau pointed out the window and introduced the distant or near scenery to Nanyi, who came to Nice for the first time.

The two of Nanyi were whispering, but Qiuhua on the other side was not in a good mood.

In 1988, she dropped out of school to become a full-time model. In 1990, she entered the film and television industry. Three years have passed in the blink of an eye. That said, she didn't become famous, but showed off her figure a few times.

I went to Hollywood to try my best, but I didn't get a good role. I only played a small role that showed off my body and passed by in a movie with a good box office. Thinking about it, I really feel sorry for myself. In order to have more opportunities , I learned French and English, but the opportunity never came.

"There will be a lot of film producers and directors coming to the Cannes Film Festival. I hope that this time I will be lucky enough to meet a director who just likes me." Qiuhua looked out the window, thinking silently.

"Adam, there will be a new mobile phone network in Paris soon. I have seen the new mobile phone. It is so small, half the size of the current one." After talking about the scenery, Sophie Marceau suddenly mentioned the mobile phone.

"You don't need to buy a new mobile phone. I'll give you one when the network is available. I'll make you a pair of flat shoes, okay? Blue? Pink?"

"No, I want a sports car. The color...let me think about it." Sophie Marceau thought for a while and said, "I can't think about it for a while, so I'll tell you later."

Nan Yi smiled lightly, "No problem, you think about it slowly. In fact, the new mobile phone is not very interesting. It would be great if the mobile phone in "TV: Eyes of Tomorrow" appeared."

Nan Yi's words were on target. In Sophie Marceau's apartment, Nan Yi saw some old French film videos, including "Television: Eyes of Tomorrow" released in 1947.

"No, "Television: Eyes of Tomorrow" is not a mobile phone, but a mobile TV set, isn't it already available?" Sophie Marceau retorted.

"It's the mobile phone. You can find out the short article by René Barjaville. He introduced it in the article. The mobile device in the movie has the function of video calling."

"Really?" Sophie Marceau asked suspiciously.

"Yes."

"Forget it." Sophie Marceau replied dubiously, and then changed the topic to another place, "When we get to Cannes, you will accompany me to the sea first, and we will go to the movies tomorrow. There are a few movies I am very excited about." want to see."

"Oh, which ones?"

""The Taste of Green Papaya", "The Murder of the Red Squirrel", "Mazepa", "The Piano Lesson", and "Farewell My Concubine" from your country of China. I don't know if it is a Peking Opera movie or Mei Lanfang's story."

Nan Yi was stunned. She hadn't communicated with Sophie Marceau what she learned from Jingying back then. She didn't expect to learn a lot. It was both slang and Peking opera.

"It's a Peking opera, but it's not about Mei Lanfang's story. The idea for the adaptation of the novel came from a movie. When the novel was adapted into a script, the screenwriter combined the life experiences of several famous Peking opera actors."

Sophie Marceau: "How do you know so clearly that there is investment?"

"No, it's just that acquaintances are involved in the production of this film. Flat shoes, do you still want to make movies?"

"No, I don't want to be an actor anymore, but I want to participate in the production of films, Adam, do you think I should start a film company?"

Nanyi shook his head, "No, you don't have to start a film company if you want to participate in the production. You can be a film investor. When you see a script you like, you can invest a little if you want to invest, but you can only follow the investment, not as a director." As the lead caster, you must never invest too much in a film, even if you are optimistic about it.

Unless your love for it goes beyond investing and you just want to see the movie come out and don't care about the return. "

Sophie Marceau snorted and said: "Adam, you are naive than me. Small investors have no right to speak. The producers only need to make high costs. Even if the film makes money, I can't share the money."

"Aha, I didn't expect you to have this understanding. You don't know how much other small investors lose as much as they invest. Don't forget that you are the boss of Sophie Holdings. Few producers in France dare to cheat you. Qian, if you go to Hollywood, who dares to trick you, I will help you find him."

"Okay, I'll print business cards when I get off the train, and I can send business cards to producers who need funds at film festivals."

"You can do what you want."

After the train arrived in Cannes, Nan Yi and the two walked to the bustling area of ​​the town for five minutes. They first found a shop that could make business cards and placed an order. Then they went to the pier and rented a sailboat and two Yachts are used by bodyguards.

Nanyi doesn't know how to drive a sailboat, but Sophie Marceau can. After boarding the sailboat, Sophie Marceau is in charge of commanding, and Nanyi is in charge of hard work. The two collaborated to quickly drive the sailboat out of the dock.

After sailing for a certain distance, they came to a no-man's land. Nanyi lowered the sail, letting the sailboat rippling with the sea waves. The two of them untied all the shackles on their bodies, only wearing sunglasses, lying on their backs on the deck, quietly sunbathe.

On the first day, Nan Yi and the two spent peacefully on the sailboat, but when night fell, the two went down to the sea once and did something indescribable.

On the second day, Nan Yi and the two first went to the Croisette Palace, where the film festival was held before 1982. In addition to the film festival, Cannes also had a Cannes Advertising Festival. Since 1954, it has held For more than 30 sessions (during which it was held alternately with Venice for a period of time), many previous entries were kept in the Croisette Palace.

Nanyi has always been very interested in appealing print advertisements and connotative film and television advertisements, so I just went to appreciate the works of famous advertising masters.

Speaking of it, Nan Yi can be regarded as a planner among advertising practitioners, but he specializes in planning garbage, which has nothing to do with high-end advertisements.

Last year's jeans advertising awards "Saharan", "Sumoman", "Horse", Burger King's early insinuation and satire of McDonald's clown advertisement "Happy Birthday", British KFC's satirical copycat advertisement "Guys, we are flattered", etc. wait.

After admiring a lot of excellent print advertisements at the Croisette Palace, the two of Nan Yi went to the Festival Palace again, took a brochure, and looked at the film schedule. The morning "Mazepa" has already Halfway through the show, there was a show of "The Smell of Green Papaya" in the afternoon, which was a film that Sophie Marceau was about to watch, and Nan Yi was also very interested.

Many Vietnamese and Iranian films have the beauty of their special lens. You don’t need to understand or understand. Just looking at the screen will make people feel touched. Every frame is picturesque and teases people’s hearts.

After buying a stack of tickets that were slightly more expensive than the cinema, the two of Nan Yi walked to a nearby restaurant.

During the film festival, there are actors and stars all over the edge of the Festival Palace, all of them showing their true colors. The sunglasses on Sophie Marceau's nose will look particularly abrupt, eye-catching, and a bit So before entering the restaurant, Sophie Marceau, a "little actor" with only one work, took off her sunglasses.

The two found a seat and sat down, and a waiter came over with a menu.

Nan Yi took the menu and flipped through it, then asked the waiter, "What's your recommendation today?"

"A new batch of oysters has arrived, can guests try it?" the waiter replied.

"Fahao or Ginato?"

"Fa oyster."

Nanyi nodded slightly, and deliberately raised his voice, "I always think that the quality of French oysters is better than that of Ginato. It not only tastes better, but also has higher nutritional value. One of the reasons why I like France is because there are French oysters here. I believe that Asians will like Fahao more, please have a piece, flat shoes, do you want it?"

Sophie Marceau rebuffed, "I don't want it."

"It's Fahao, not Ginato, I think you should."

"I don't want it." Sophie Marceau shook her head and said, "I don't want to eat raw."

Nanyi pouted, and complained in Chinese in a low voice, "I really don't know how to flatter, what a great opportunity to advertise."

"Provence chowder, pudding spread with eggs, artichoke and foie gras, I want puff pastry seafood cream soup for soup, and let the lady decide on drinks and desserts." Nanyi handed the menu back to the waiter after ordering what he wanted to eat born.

"Orange duck breast, salted dried cod and fish paste, I want bacon cream mushroom soup for soup, and a bottle of La Feng..." Sophie Marceau looked at Nanyi and asked, "1985 or 1988?"

"You decide." Nan Yi humbly said.

"I think today's dishes are more suitable for drinking 1988." Sophie Marceau said back to Nanyi, and then said to the waiter: "We want to drink 1988."

"Yes, ma'am."

The waiter responded and left.

"Chowder is for people to eat, but also for drinking. Black truffle, French foie gras, blue lobster, baked snails, and a bottle of Romanée-Conti 1945. This is the wine that people can drink."

"Sir, I'm sorry, our restaurant doesn't have such expensive wine, you can look at others."

"In such a big restaurant, you don't even have a bottle of Romanee-Conti. What is the most expensive wine here? Let me tell you, I don't drink wine below 50,000 francs. It doesn't deserve my status."

This conversation fell into Nan Yi's ears. He could hear the pertinence in the words. He followed the sound and looked at the man at the next table who made the sound. Nan Yi's eyes flickered.

It’s okay to pretend to be aggressive, and it’s not impossible to hit him in the face, but saying "pushing is not for people", this is a naked provocation.

Nan Yi glanced at the man's face, it was very strange, and he had never seen it before, but seeing the provocation in his eyes and the heat of looking at Sophie Marceau, Nan Yi instantly understood why the other party made such a move.

"Adam, do you know?" Sophie Marceau asked.

"I don't know, let's eat ours, don't worry about him." Nanyi waved his hand and told the waiter who brought the wine to leave. He poured the red wine into the decanter by himself. Just after pouring it, he picked up the decanter again , Pour a little into both cups, "Try."

Nanyi picked up the glass, shook it, and watched the wine liquid slowly flow down along the wall of the glass, forming a column of liquid, which is the phenomenon of red wine hanging on the glass.

Hanging glass is not necessarily good red wine, but good red wine must be hanging glass.

After observing the hanging cup, Nanyi put the cup up to his nose and smelled it, then took a small sip, and slowly tasted it in his mouth, "It's delicious."

Sophie Marceau took a sip, put down the wine glass and said with a smile: "Hehe, is there any bad-tasting Lafeng wine in your opinion?"

"Probably not." Nanyi shrugged.

"Before drinking red wine, there must be a process of sobering up. Pour the originally sealed red wine into a sobering container, so that the sediment in the wine can be filtered out, and the peculiar smell in the wine, such as dead yeast and rotten eggs, can be released.

The body of the wine flows out of the sealed wine bottle, and moderate exposure to oxygen can soften the tannins in the wine, and the fruity aroma will also be released, making the red wine more energetic and layered in the mouth.

Aged red wine is like Sleeping Beauty, beauty is beautiful, but it is in a state of sleep and lacks vitality. Sobering up, like a prince's kiss, wakes up the Sleeping Beauty, restores her vitality, and truly reveals her due demeanor.

Drinking red wine without sobering up is the same as forcibly assaulting a sleeping Beauty. You can't feel the beauty's feedback at all. It's like chewing wax, which is tasteless. "

The pretender next door was pouring the wine into the decanter, while pouring his voice into the ears of Nanyi and the two of them in a targeted manner. Yes, his eyes were firmly attached to Sophie Marceau. ,Totally impossible.

"My bottle of Le Hua Chateau Musigny Grand Cru dry red wine needs to be decanted for at least one hour before the tannins in it can be completely released. Unlike some low-end red wines, it only takes ten minutes, and you can drink it in less than a minute. The bad taste is even worse."

"Adam, he's targeting us so much, why don't you do something?" Sophie Marceau couldn't take it anymore, and said to Nanyi with frost on her face.

"Why are you so angry? He raised his status in your eyes by belittling me. It's a very obvious pursuit. You should be secretly happy." Nan Yi said with a faint smile.

Talking, Nanyi rang the signal transmitter in his pocket, and when the tiger cub appeared at the door of the restaurant, Nanyi pouted at the man who was talking, and the tiger cub nodded secretly, remembering the man's appearance carefully.

"Adam, there are many people who want to pursue me. You have to come here every month in the future, otherwise I will let you be the second brother Guan." Sophie Marceau smiled slyly.

"It seems that I should go to that Uncle Zhao and talk about it, what the hell have I taught you."

Brother Guan has three major image characteristics, beautiful beard, Qinglong Yanyue knife, and wearing a green turban. In fact, the ancients were very taboo about green. Except for Erge Guan, very few people, even women, wore green clothes.

During the Tang and Song Dynasties, green was the exclusive color of prisoners. Criminals were not punished with sticks, but they were ordered to wear green turbans to humiliate them. Green was an insulting color at that time. People were asked to wear green turbans and green clothes for comparison Human eating shit is even more insulting.

In the Yuan Dynasty, the "Yuan Decrees" stipulated that the parents and relatives of prostitutes must wear green headscarves to show their inferiority. Because cyan and green are very close, people later used to say green turbans, so green hats and green turbans became the special clothing for turtles.

In the Ming and Qing Dynasties, after the old bustards in Goulan retired, they would usually marry Guinu and Guigong and become a family living together. And the woman who sold her body was the nominal daughter of Mr. Gui.

Sometimes, young brothel women also maintain a marriage relationship with Guigong in order to find a backer, and Guigong will let them pick up guests, that is, the husband asks his wife to pick up the guests. Over time, the turtle man wearing a green turban alluded to his wife having an affair with other men, which gradually evolved into the saying of "wearing a cuckold".

It is a bit far away from the second brother Guan to wear a cuckold. It belongs to the category of miscellaneous learning. Most people seldom pay attention to it. Only storytellers who walked around the streets before liberation and were low-level and could not find a place to stay in teahouses or restaurants. I like Jing Xiaomin, who likes to talk about this kind of topic interspersed with nasty jokes.

Storytellers talk about the Three Kingdoms, the Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and the Water Margin in a lofty manner, but those who can’t make it to the stage are dirty jokes, a relatively mature story frame, and various celebrities are included in it. Today, Lu Zhi and Shen Shiqi are mentioned, and tomorrow, Wu Zetian72 Face to face, the day after tomorrow, it is said that Yang Yuhuai is fragrant or stinky.

Nanyi suspects that the Uncle Zhao that Sophie Marceau talked about was not a good idea when he was young.

"Miss, I have a bottle of good wine here, let's go and have a drink together?" The pretentious man probably felt that his foreshadowing was enough, walked up to Sophie Marceau, and said frivolously to her.

Sophie Marceau took a look at the pretending man, and said to Nanyi, "Adam, should I pour him wine?"

"No, the wine is bought with money." Nanyi waved his hand and looked at the pretentious man, "Dude, it seems that your parents dote on you and give you enough pocket money, but they didn't teach you the principles of life .I suffer a bit, recognize you as a nephew, teach you a principle of life, this is the dry food of the Lord...

I'm sorry, you may not understand the dry food, let me put it another way, don't touch this owner's pizza, please, sit back in your own seat, and don't affect our meal. "

"Pi Pa, are you taking advantage of me?" the pretentious man scolded angrily.

Nanyi couldn't understand what "cracking" meant, but he could tell from the tone that it wouldn't be a good word, and it sounded like the language in Southeast Asia, and he could hear a bit of Chaozhou accent in the latter part. The descendants of Chaozhou people who went to Southeast Asia to take root and multiply in the early years.

"Don't dare, look at you, you look like a rich man from head to toe, how dare I take advantage of you, nephew, for the sake of me being your elder, why don't you sit back, and we will pretend that we haven't spoken, How about eating well by yourself?" Nan Yi said lightly.

"Crackling, Puyou, you're still taking advantage of me, I'll kill you." The pretentious man couldn't hold back his anger, raised his fist and rushed towards Nanyi.

Looking at the fist getting closer and closer to him, Nanyi couldn't help but slander: "What a mess, it's really bad luck."

Raising his left hand, he leaned on the pretending man's wrist, twisted it, and pulled it in his direction. The pretending man was pulled back by Nan Yi, and his face was almost pressed against Nan Yi's chest.

Nanyi's right hand drooped, pressing on the belt buckle, his head lowered, and his mouth close to the man's ear, "If you are not yellow-skinned, and I don't want foreign devils to see our jokes, I will directly break your hand. Sit back , how about pretending nothing happened?"

The word "how" came out, and Nanyi's hand was slightly strengthened.

The wrist of the pretentious man was slightly painful, and he weighed the combat power of the two sides in his mind instantly, and nodded, "Okay."

Hearing the sound, Nanyi let go of his hand, and the shackles of the pretentious man were loosened. With the other hand, he rubbed the wrist that was caught, and gave Nanyi a resentful look, and walked back to his seat resentfully.

No matter what will happen later, the eyes are quiet, the gossip-watchers retract their gazes, the restaurant manager who is about to step forward returns to his original position, Nan Yi and Sophie Marceau start talking and laughing while eating food.

After eating, Nan Yi walked out of the restaurant and walked with the tiger cub, "Pi Pa, it should be a curse word, which country's language is it?"

"In Lao dialect, it almost means crazy."

"Oh, the parents or grandparents should be from Chaozhou, so it's hard to be kind."

The tiger cub nodded slightly, and said, "Should I transfer someone to Jinghong Copper Mine to be on standby?"

Nanyi shook his head, "Don't transfer your own people, investigate first."

"clear."

The tiger cub responded, and turned to look for Turkey, a member of his mother's team.

Turkey was born in the FBI, and he has studied mock portraits and psychological portraits courses. He doesn't need to take pictures, as long as he observes a few times, he can also draw the appearance of a pretentious man.

Nan Yi and Sophie Marceau went for a walk on the seaside boulevard. When the time was almost up, the two went to the screening hall of the Palace of Festivals to watch "The Smell of Green Papaya".

The director of "The Taste of Green Papaya" is Chen Yingxiong, French-Vietnamese, an award-winning director. His films often don't have high box office box office, but he can win awards everywhere. Once he wins, the copyright of the film can be sold Go, in addition to recovering the cost, there will be a small profit.

Taking French funds to shoot Vietnamese stories and letting his wife be the heroine, these are the three tricks of Chen Yingxiong. It won’t be long before a director with similar style of work will be born in China. I can’t say that they are similar, but I can only say that they are exactly the same. The acting skills of the two directors' wives are equally indescribable.

"Adam, what instrument is the background music?" Watching the movie, Sophie Marceau asked Nan Yi softly, "Pipa?"

"No, the sound of the pipa is a little clearer, it's a plucked string."

"The director's shots are handled really well. Nothing is explained, and it can make people feel hot and humid." Sophie Marceau said again: "How do you spell the name of the female lead?"

Nan Yi turned to ask the tiger cub, and when he got the answer, he told Sophie Marceau, "Ruqiong."

"Her acting skills are very good, her side profile looks very comfortable, and the director's filming is also very good, but I like "Lover" better, and the story looks more comfortable."

Nan Yi snorted, "Of course, the script written by the French, the scene made by the French, "Lover" is the story of your French, and Saigon in your French eyes."

As Nanyi said, he marveled at the background on the screen again. It was so real, especially the plants, which were highly restored and showed what they should be like. Unlike other movies, which are either beautiful or ugly, they are always It's a fake.

"The Taste of Green Papaya" is like a documentary without a script. It just uses the camera to record the real scene. Because of this, the story is not too strong.

"Hmm, do you think this film will win an award?"

"Maybe, at least a technical award."

"If he can win an award, I want to invest in him. I don't know what story he will make in his next movie." Sophie Marceau said: "When the movie is over, I will go to the first row to look for it. Chen may be sitting in the first row." a row."

Nan Yi said in a low voice: "If he wins the prize, many people will line up to give him money, and it won't be your turn."

"Not necessarily."

Philippe Detective Agency.

Turkey puts a portrait on the table, "Can you speak English?"

Private detective Philippe said naturally, "Of course."

Turkey's finger nodded at the portrait, "In two days, I want to know all his information, and I will give you a hint, he is probably from Laos."

Philippe: "Are you in Cannes?"

"If you move faster, you can still see him at the Palme d'Or restaurant."

Philippe picked up the portrait and looked at it, "50,000 francs, half of the deposit must be paid first."

Turkey took out a wad of money and put it on the table, stood up and said, "At this time the day after tomorrow, I'll come to get the materials."

After finishing speaking, Turkey deliberately lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing the grip of the pistol under his arm.

Philippe's eyes flashed, and he grasped the grasp into his eyes. He knew the other party's warning, "Is it necessary? I, Philippe, is the number one detective in France. I am famous for my reputation. If you get the money, you will definitely get things done.”

In the monologue of the director's wife, who is also an adult heroine, the three letters "FIN" appear on the screen, and the film ends.

Nan Yi turned around and asked Sophie Marceau, "Do you understand what the film is talking about?"

"Didn't you understand?"

Nanyi shook his head, "I don't really understand."

"Then let me tell you." Sophie Marceau said with inexplicable joy on her face: "The film involves three emotions in total. Whether it is sadness or joy, Chen expresses the emotions gently in a reserved and restrained way." come out.

The first love story is about the hostess, and the hostess once ran away with all the money in the family, and did not come back for a long time after leaving. On the eve of the curfew, the hostess returned home again and took the money from the family, never returning.

The hostess handles all the affairs of the house alone, while figuring out how to make money to buy food, while enduring her mother-in-law's complaint that she doesn't know how to please her husband. The love of the hostess is a tragedy. She has to bear the burden of hard work and swallow her anger, but in the end it cannot come to a complete conclusion.

The second love story is Tang's, who is the admirer of the host's mother-in-law. He would ask May through the fence about the situation of his mother-in-law, and when he learned that everything was fine, he would go home happily.

His mother-in-law once rejected his pursuit, but he silently accepted it, and has been following her silently, contented after a glance from a distance. The mother-in-law has been chanting scriptures upstairs because of the death of her granddaughter. Tang has not seen her for seven years, and can only judge whether she is well by the sound of wooden fish every day.

Mei quietly took him upstairs to have a look at her mother-in-law. That day Tang was wearing a neat suit and top hat, standing on the steps of the stairs watching her mother-in-law chanting sutras, smiling very happily.

The third love story is about Mei herself. The love between Mei and the rich son Haoren is like a low-profile version of Cinderella. Haoren is a friend of the master’s eldest son. The temperament of the young Mei moved her heart.

After Mei grew up, the hostess sent her to Haoren's house to work as a maid because of financial difficulties.

It is a happy thing to be under the same roof with the sweetheart, and Mei, like ten years ago, did not speak much, quietly and wholeheartedly doing the work she should do. She gets up every morning and opens the windows one by one, and turns on the lights one by one in the evening.

Listening to the piano music played by Haoren, she tidied up the room silently and packed the master's clothes. She prepared each meal with love, brought the meals to the table with a vaguely happy smile on her face, and placed them carefully.

Just like ten years ago when she learned that Haoren was coming to the former owner's house for dinner, she suggested to the older maid that she try cooking, and then changed into clean and beautiful clothes, and served the food on the table excitedly and carefully, because Haoren I glanced at her inadvertently, and on the way back when I turned around, she held the tray in both hands, pursed her mouth, her eyes were shining, and she couldn't hide it..."

"Oh, after hearing what you said, I probably understand. There are three scenes of green papaya ripening in the film. What is this metaphor?"

"Mei's growth, the growth of age, and the growth of women's sexual characteristics in different periods, Adam, have you read it seriously? This metaphor is not hidden deeply, and you can understand it if you look carefully."

"Hehe, I'm not a woman, how can it be so easy to understand." Nan Yi said, pointing to a yellow man in front of him and said: "This should be Chen Yingxiong. He has the characteristics of a Vietnamese, you go to him Send out a business card, and I'll wait for you outside."

"You don't go far."

"Um."