Chapter 0355: Sister Fei

That guy Jiang Wen finally returned Zhao Fusheng's call, but it was already evening.

"You're in France?"

Hearing Jiang Wen muttering that he had just woken up, Zhao Fusheng asked subconsciously.

"You even know that? Not bad, seems like you really admire me," Jiang Wen said with a laugh.

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, too lazy to bother with this narcissist.

"What's up? Did Yu Feihong contact you?" Jiang Wen wasn't stupid; Zhao Fusheng suddenly calling him must mean something. After thinking it over, it seemed like the only possibility.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I'm a bit confused. What's this all about?"

Jiang Wen said: "Remember that story you told me once? That one."

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng blinked, stunned for a moment, then wanted to slap himself.

"I gave her a rough idea of the story, just chatted about it during the Spring Festival gathering. I didn't expect her to be so interested, so..." Jiang Wen said to Zhao Fusheng apologetically. "I really didn't think she'd be interested in this subject."

Zhao Fusheng sighed: "Got it."

With that, he hung up.

Sitting in the dormitory, Zhao Fusheng didn't say a word for a long time. He held the phone, not knowing what to do. That subject had come to him by chance, and he casually mentioned it to Jiang Wen: A filmmaker with a conscience should make this.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Wen actually remembered it and chose Yu Feihong.

Now, Zhao Fusheng didn't know what this would turn into; he just hoped he could do some good.

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The Yu Feihong in Zhao Fusheng's memory was dignified and gentle. Even standing there, she embodied what it meant to be serene in time. Time left no trace on her. With light makeup and fair skin, she was still as beautiful and graceful as ever, with outstanding temperament. Truly: beauty lies in the bones, not the skin.

Back then, there was no such term as "goddess." Even if there was, the title didn't need various qualifiers like intellectual, sexy, otaku, etc.

In Zhao Fusheng's impression, Yu Feihong was different from most people. Actresses like Lin Qingxia and Zhao Yazhi, who became famous early, rarely appeared in works now, relying on accumulated reputation and slowly fading beauty to become mellow. Other literary actresses, with the development of the internet, never lacked doubt and topics.

But this woman before him, from the high starting point of "The Joy Luck Club" to the mistress in "Hand in Hand," the moral level of the role did not affect the actress personally. Though beautiful, she was not high-profile.

In fact, apart from her screen roles, many people knew very little about Yu Feihong. The lack of personal information made it easy for the audience to project onto the image she presented. Yu Feihong's roles were highly homogeneous: youthful and vibrant in youth, beautiful and elegant in middle age. Love above all, understanding, often bearing the task of saving the male protagonist's spirit.

"Can be admired from afar but not played with"—that was Zhao Fusheng's first impression of Yu Feihong. In his view, this woman had a special aura. If you wanted her favor, you had to give your all.

In the entertainment industry, where wealthy and beautiful women are everywhere, this type is clearly rare. People believe that enough money can win over a leading lady, enough power can monopolize an entire crew, but if you can't win Yu Feihong, it's probably because you're not good enough.

The mystery and solemnity about her made ordinary viewers form a certain complicity with her, feeling that she could be understood, appreciated, and secretly worshipped. This greatly narrowed the distance between the audience and her. We might never become rich or powerful, but we all feel we can understand her unique beauty.

"Sorry to bother you." Just off the plane, taking a taxi all the way to Ninghai Normal University, Yu Feihong stood there in a beige trench coat, cheeks slightly flushed but not shy.

A woman's maturity needs to be slowly infused by time to develop flavor. Maturity brings career and depth, and depth reveals sophistication. Although Yu Feihong could only be considered a light-mature woman now, her charm was still irresistible.

Or rather, the current her gave off a stunning impression.

The smile a moment ago belonged to a mature woman's calm composure, while the frown the next moment carried the shyness and embarrassment of a twenty-year-old girl. Her temperament, judging from her appearance, was undoubtedly warm, but the feeling she gave was not one of keeping strangers at a distance. She was the kind of woman a man would glance at and can't help but look a second time, and after that second look, he would wish to take her home and keep her for himself.

"Miss Yu, you're too kind." Zhao Fusheng had a smile on his face. To be honest, when he first saw Yu Feihong in person, even with his mental age of several decades, he was quite surprised.

This woman's current appearance seemed unchanged from over a decade later.

The clock of time seemed to have stopped ticking on her.

"Call me Feige; Old Jiang and the others all call me that." Yu Feihong laughed heartily. She was a person who liked humor and was happy to joke around; her friends treated her like a boy. When she spoke, just like on the phone, her voice was neither loud nor soft, her pace neither fast nor slow, gentle and measured, giving a feeling that was just right.

"No, I'd better call you Feijie." Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "Otherwise I might laugh out loud."

"Why?" Yu Feihong raised an eyebrow and asked in surprise.

Zhao Fusheng said: "I have a friend whose name also has 'Fei' in it. We used to say back then, 'Brother Fei of the underworld, few words but ruthless actions'..."

"Cough, cough..." Yu Feihong laughed too.

This joke that wasn't really a joke successfully bridged the distance between them. Zhao Fusheng simply reached out and helped her lift the suitcase: "Let's go, find a place to stay first."

Yu Feihong nodded, didn't stand on ceremony, and followed Zhao Fusheng as they walked away.

Although Confucian classics had taught people to observe propriety for thousands of years, in Laozi's words, Confucius's set of rites was actually false formalism, because for a person to gain respect from others, relying solely on rites was useless; the most important thing was to have strength.

That whole Confucian set was actually like a joke.

For example, Confucianism advocates that etiquette is everywhere, even at home one must observe etiquette. But we all know that the closer you are to someone, the more casual you are in doing things. Only when with strangers do you become polite and restrained. So the so-called rites of Confucianism go against human nature.

Fortunately, neither Zhao Fusheng nor Yu Feihong were the kind of people who rigidly adhered to conventions. So when Yu Feihong saw that Zhao Fusheng had brought her to a villa, although a bit surprised, she didn't say anything.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Feijie, you're too famous; staying at a hotel isn't quite suitable. This is my house. I live in the dormitory, so you can stay here. It's a humble abode; I hope Feijie won't mind."

Dong Guoxiang had already moved to a new place and returned the keys to Zhao Fusheng. Zhao Fusheng usually lived in the dormitory and only came back on weekends, so he simply arranged for Yu Feihong to stay here.

Anyway, Yu Feihong would probably only stay for a few days and then leave.

Yu Feihong nodded and said with a smile: "No problem, a standalone villa—I should be thanking you."

Opening the door, Zhao Fusheng handed the keys to Yu Feihong: "Here are the keys."

Yu Feihong took the keys and then asked: "This house, did you buy it?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded: "To be precise, it was a gift from Heavenly King Liu."

Hmm?

Clearly, Zhao Fusheng's words puzzled Yu Feihong.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "He gave me a screenwriting fee of two hundred thousand, and I used that money to buy a house. So isn't it a gift from Heavenly King Liu?"

"Haha, makes sense, it really does." Yu Feihong blinked and laughed too, suddenly feeling that this guy Zhao Fusheng was actually quite an interesting person.

After putting down the suitcase, Zhao Fusheng poured a glass of water for Yu Feihong, who was already sitting on the sofa. She looked at Zhao Fusheng and said: "I think Old Jiang should have already told you why I'm here."

Zhao Fusheng nodded and sighed: "Feijie, I want to advise you one thing: this matter is not as easy as you think."

Before he could finish, he saw Yu Feihong gently shake her head, clearly indicating she didn't want to hear this...