“No.” Ye also lowered his head, kissing her hair and earlobe, “Allow me a little bit of indulgence.”
She should have immediately refused! Ye Feng grabbed his hand, “Ye, you’ll only sink deeper this way.”
He turned her body to face him. “Do you want to be an angel to save my sinful soul? There’s only one way,” he sneered, “let the angel and the demon go to hell together.”
“What do you mean?” She didn’t understand what he was saying.
“Give yourself to me!” He whispered into her ear, with a hint of challenge.
“Go to hell!” She grabbed a pot and hit him on the head, “How dare you say that to me!”
“You are so cruel, sister!”
“You know me well enough.” Feng tossed the pot into the dining room. “Eat up. Just to let you know, I have an announcement at 7:30, no dodging it.”
That cunning Chun! How did he come up with this move against me? Ye was furious but couldn’t bring himself to punch her. “I’m going to a play, might be late, don’t wait up for me.”
Bingshi Qing was sitting alone in the bar called “Single,” where he once worked as a guitarist.
“Hello, I’m Tian Zhong Wenshan. Can we talk?” It felt like that familiar scene was unfolding before him again.
The night was pitch black, with neon lights flickering. In his eyes, everything was an illusion. The stars in the sky, the bustling city, all seemed irrelevant to him. “Go ahead.” Bingshi Qing lit a cigarette, propped his right leg against the wall, and leaned back.
He had the qualities to be a star! Wenshan smiled slightly, “I really enjoy your music; your guitar playing touches me.”
“That’s laughable.” He shrugged, “I myself don’t feel anything.”
“No, you do. Someone can’t play such great music without rich emotions inside.” Wenshan quickly denied his words.
“Ridiculous! What exactly do you want?” Bingshi Qing was extremely impatient. The man in front of him was too bizarre.
“I want to play music with you. Your talent deeply attracts me!”
The cigarette fell, “What did you say? Talent?”
“Yes, your musical talent. You’ve reignited my interest in music.” Tian Zhong Wenshan’s smile was gentle and clear.
It almost seemed like his smile was real, and Bingshi Qing was about to reach out. No, he has a happy family!
He might acknowledge your value, but to him, you’re just a work colleague; you can’t influence his life. Everyone has their own path. Tian Zhong Wenshan’s path is one you, Bingshi Qing, can’t enter. Let go!
If you seek happiness forcibly, the gods will not forgive! So, the only thing I can do is pray for your happiness.
Ye and Feng were shooting a scene where they were playing Song Tian’er, the red star. After finishing a passionate scene, the two rested on the side.
“You were very into it today. In the previous plays, you seemed disinterested.”
“You are so annoying.” Ever since Ye Fengwen went to Japan, Ya Ya has not had a good face for other women.
“You’ve become so weird.” Zizi threw a wink at him. “Come to my place after work.”
“Aren’t you afraid of the reporters?” What could he do even if he went back, facing a woman he deeply loved but could not touch?
“So what? Are you coming or not?”
He leaned over to kiss her. “Why not go?” Fengwen, I can’t return with this desire that could ignite at any moment to see you.
Ya Ya often faces contradictions in between. Since childhood, he has had complex feelings towards his sister, who took care of him after their mother passed away. When he was young, he only enjoyed being with her, protected by her; when he grew up enough to protect her, he also understood what chaos meant. With deep-rooted feelings, he could no longer abandon his deep love for her.
He didn’t care about worldly eyes; the day he reunited with her, he made up his mind that she was all that mattered to him.
Ye Fengwen was watching a video tape brought by Lingmu Chun at home, a TV drama starring Ya Ya, which should have been the work that secured his position as an actor — “A Promise Under the Stars.” In the drama, he played the second male lead, Beicun Youshi. Youshi was a high school student who fell in love with his female teacher.
An inappropriate romance, Ya Ya’s portrayal was natural and compelling, eliciting deep sympathy from female viewers. The rebellious youth, surviving alone in the cold, vast city, chose a lifelong vow when he met the only woman who cared for him. In the end, Youshi sacrificed his life to save the woman he loved, fulfilling his promise to love her forever. Only then did the female lead realize that she too deeply loved this young man, but now, only the stars were still shining.
Fengwen understood the heart of Beicun Youshi: “Is what the world doesn’t allow definitely wrong?” Ya Ya must have wanted to shout this to the world as well.
If love can only be normal between men and women without blood relations, then how to explain the attraction between blood relatives, or between people of the same sex? Just like there can’t be two completely identical leaves in the world, love also comes in different forms. Who has the right to judge what is right or wrong? Perhaps because it’s hard to decide, all forbidden love is condemned.
Ya Ya, I understand how painfully you love. What can I do to save you? I am a weak person, without the courage to fight the whole world. If we are together, it will only bring you contempt, Ya Ya, I can’t do it, my brother!
Fengwen hugged his knees tightly. I can’t love you, I can’t forget we are siblings. But when you give me all the passion a man gives to a woman, I am completely confused; feeling your deep affection, I am moved. Perhaps this is just emotion, sympathy, I am not even sure myself anymore.
After dawn, Ya Ya finally returned home. There was no announcement during the day, and the afternoon interview would pick him up. After the leak, he could finally get a good sleep.
“Sister, why are you sleeping here?” Ya Ya stepped into the living room, immediately seeing Fengwen curled up and asleep on the floor. The TV was on, having just finished playing the video tape.
“You’re back.” Fangfeng was lifted by him, her eyes blinking in surprise. “What time is it? Oh, almost five. You’re so hardworking.”
“I told you not to wait for me.” Ya was distressed. “What if you caught a cold?” He took off his coat and draped it over her.
“You silly melon, I’m in great shape.” Fangfeng laughed, but her smile froze on her face after just a second. There was a heavy scent of perfume on his coat, and on his shirt, right at the chest, there were two fresh lipstick marks. “You are indeed hardworking!” She threw the coat away and stormed upstairs in a huff.
“Sister!” He grabbed her hand. “Are you jealous?”
Her face flushed red, her anger was truly inexplicable. “Stop daydreaming! Jealous of what? I’m worried you might get sick from fooling around like this.” She shook off his hand.
“You’re right.” Ya laughed at himself. “Thanks for your concern. If,” he watched her go upstairs, “the one I love doesn’t want me, I’m willing to be lovesick for life.”
“What are you babbling about?” Fangfeng, hearing a noise behind her, stopped.
“I said, sister, you should keep your long hair. I can afford the water bill and the shampoo.”
She let out a “pfft” laugh, her face radiant with sunshine, and his heart followed suit with joy.
“We’ll talk about it later.” She turned her head, adding, “You did a great job playing Beicun Youshi!”
She liked it! Beicun Youshi was also his favorite role. He only treated her as Fangfeng to have such deep feelings.
Would this feeling be buried deep in his heart forever, never to be realized? He told himself not to expect anything in return; he just wanted to be with her, and that was enough. But God bore witness, he had endured so much.
Chapter Six
The magazine B&P interviewed Fengjian Ya. Ya was wearing a light yellow sweater, his long hair loosely tied up, looking very handsome.
