Due to inertia, the black man fell forward. Before he landed on the ground, the tiger cub's legs had already turned a circle, and his toes suddenly touched the black man's waist.
The black man fell to the ground, screamed, and the women's bag he had snatched flew out.
Looking up and checking the surrounding situation, the black man knew he couldn't stay here for long, so he staggered to his feet and limped into the alley next to him.
Nan Yi glanced at the black man, and his eyes quickly moved to the woman who had caught up with him. He knew this woman and had once thought about signing her, but she was not well-known at that time. Well, she is not that well-known now either.
Ballerina, Monica Bellucci.
The tiger cub picked up the woman's bag, walked up to Qiuhua and handed it to her.
"Thank you, Huhu...If it weren't for your help, my ID and wallet would have been stolen." The ball flower panted and expressed her gratitude to the tiger cub.
"You are welcome."
Vietnam once had a history of being colonized by France. After the French left Vietnam, French was the first foreign language learned by the Vietnamese for a long time. Tiger Cub was born into a wealthy Vietnamese Chinese family. When he was a teenager, before his family fell into decline, he was exposed to French education.
In fact, the family conditions of the Chinese who were able to settle down in Vietnam at that time were not that bad, and the school belle's family was similar, except that her family fell into decline earlier. Since she was a child, the school belle began to live a hard life, and all the knowledge she possessed was acquired in the army.
Tiger cub's overly cold reaction made Qiuhua unable to express her gratitude by treating him to a cold drink. After expressing her gratitude again and looking at Nan Yi and the others, Qiuhua said goodbye and left.
"Adam, is she in better shape than me?"
"She is older than you and not as pretty as you." Nan Yi replied indirectly.
"Another nice love word, Adam. I will reward you well later." Sophie Marceau hooked Nan Yi's chin and said with a dazed look.
“I’m looking forward to it.”
After strolling outside for more than an hour, Nan Yi and Sophie Marceau returned to the hotel, and Sophie Marceau gave Nan Yi her reward.
After a while of lingering, Nan Yi whispered in the ear of Sophie Marceau who was lying on him: "Wear your sunglasses tomorrow and don't be too intimate with me. We are likely to meet acquaintances from Beijing."
"You're such a coward." Sophie Marceau said dissatisfiedly.
"You didn't learn how to perform well in the capital, but you did learn how to be unpleasant."
"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."
"Oh, the person who taught you to speak Beijing dialect is quite old. The meaning of Lao Pao has long changed. You should say Paoerju or Paoerlou."
Sophie Marceau rolled over from Nan Yi and said, "Mr. Zhao from the school's communication room taught me."
"Wow, that old man must not have been a decent person in the past. He is playing tricks on you, a foreign devil."
"No, Uncle Zhao calls me the red-haired ghost."
The two chatted back and forth, and fell asleep when they were tired.
The next day.
Sophie Marceau did not make things difficult for Nan Yi. She agreed to Nan Yi's request, put on sunglasses, and did not act too intimate with Nan Yi on the way to the train station.
Nice is only twenty-six kilometers away from Cannes, and taking a train along the Croisette is a good option.
There are three buses per hour, and they almost come and go as they please. The Hamburg team drove to Cannes first to pick up the team, and the others stayed in Nice. There were only three people following Nan Yi and the others, Tiger Cub, Tianxian, and Fire Bull from the Sissy Team.
As soon as the five people sat down in the carriage, Nan Yi saw Qiuhua also walked into the carriage. Qiuhua also saw Nan Yi and his group, nodded to Huzi, and then found a seat and sat down.
After a while, the train started moving slowly. Sophie Marceau pointed out the window and introduced the scenery, near and far, to Nan Yi, who was visiting Nice for the first time.
Nan Yi and the other person were whispering, but the girl on the other side was not in a good mood.
She dropped out of school in 1988 to become a full-time model, and entered the film and television industry in 1990. In the blink of an eye, three years have passed, but she has not made it. She has played many extras, a few supporting roles, and starred in a low-budget movie. She did not make any money, nor did she become famous, but she did show off her figure a few times.
I went to Hollywood and tried every means to get a good role, but I couldn't get any. I only played a small role that showed off my body and was fleeting in a movie with decent box office. I felt so sorry for myself. In order to have more opportunities, I learned French and English, but the opportunities never came.
"Many film producers and directors will come to the Cannes Film Festival. I hope I'll be lucky enough to meet a director who likes me this time." The female star looked out the window and thought silently.
"Adam, Paris will soon have a new mobile phone network. I've gone to see the new mobile phones, they're so small, half the size of the current ones." After talking about the scenery, Sophie Marceau suddenly talked about mobile phones.
"You don't need to buy a new phone. Once the network is connected, I'll give you one. I'll make one that looks like a pair of flat shoes for you. Blue? Pink?"
"No, I want one that looks like a sports car. The color... let me think about it." Sophie Marceau thought for a while and said, "I can't think of it right now. I'll tell you later."
Nan Yi smiled faintly, "No problem, take your time to think about it. In fact, a new mobile phone is not very interesting. It would be great if there was a mobile phone like the one in "TV: Eye of Tomorrow"."
Nan Yi's words were to the point. In Sophie Marceau's apartment, Nan Yi had seen some old French film tapes, including "Television: The Eye of Tomorrow" which was released in 1947.
"No, what's in 'Television: The Eye of Tomorrow' is not a mobile phone, it's just a mobile TV. Isn't it available for purchase now?" Sophie Marceau retorted.
"It's a mobile phone. You can find the short article by René Barjavel and you'll see. He describes in the article that the mobile device in the movie has a video calling function."
"Really?" Sophie Marceau asked suspiciously.
"Yes."
“Even if it is.” Sophie Marceau responded half-heartedly and changed the subject. “When we get to Cannes, you will go out to sea with me first, and then we will go to the movies tomorrow. There are some movies I really want to see.”
"Oh, which ones?"
"The Taste of Green Papaya, The Red Squirrel Murder Case, Mazepa, The Piano Lesson, and a Chinese version of Farewell My Concubine. I don't know if it's a Peking Opera movie or a story about Mei Lanfang."
Nan Yi was secretly shocked. He had never communicated with Sophie Marceau about what she had learned from Beijing Film Academy. He didn't expect that she had learned a lot, including jargon and Peking Opera.
"It is Peking opera, but it does not tell the story of Mei Lanfang. The idea of ​​the adapted novel came from a movie. When the novel was adapted into a script, the screenwriter incorporated 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 some acquaintances are involved in the production of this film. Flats, do you still want to make movies?"
"No, I don't want to be an actor anymore, but I want to be involved in film production. Adam, what do you think about me setting up a film company?"
Nan Yi shook his head, "No, you don't have to start a film company if you want to participate in production. You can be a film investor. If you see a script you like, you can invest a little, but you can only invest as a follow-up, not as the main investor. You must not invest too much in a film, no matter how optimistic you are about it.
Unless your love for it goes beyond the scope of investment, you just want to see the film released and don’t care about the return. "
Sophie Marceau sneered and said, "Adam, you are even more naive than me. Small investors have no say at all. The producers only need to make high costs. Even if the film makes money, I won't get any money."
"Ahaha, I didn't expect you to have this understanding. Other small investors will lose as much as they invest, but you won't. Don't forget that you are the boss of Sophie Investment Holdings. There are not many producers in France who dare to cheat you out of your money. If you go to Hollywood, I will help you find someone who dares to cheat you."
"Okay, I'll go print business cards when I get off the train, and give them to producers who need funding at the film festival."
“You can do it if you want to.”
After the train arrived in Cannes, Nan Yi and his companion walked for five minutes to the bustling area of ​​the town. They first found a shop that could make business cards and placed an order. Then they went to the dock and rented a sailboat and two yachts for bodyguards to use.
Nan Yi doesn't know how to sail a sailboat, but Sophie Marceau does. After getting on the sailboat, Sophie Marceau was in charge of directing and Nan Yi was in charge of doing the hard work. The two of them worked together to quickly drive the sailboat out of the dock.
After sailing for a distance and arriving at an uninhabited area, Nan Yi lowered the sail and let the sailboat sway with the waves. The two of them untied all the restraints on their bodies, wore only sunglasses, lay on their backs on the deck, and sunbathed quietly.
On the first day, Nan Yi and his companion spent it quietly on the sailboat, but when night fell, they went into the sea and did something unspeakable.
On the next day, Nan Yi and his companion first went to the Palais de Croisette, the venue for the film festival before 1982. In addition to the film festival, Cannes also has a Cannes Advertising Festival, which has been held for more than 30 sessions since 1954 (during which it took turns with Venice for a period of time). Many previous entries have been preserved in the Palais de Croisette.
Nan Yi has always been interested in infectious print advertisements and meaningful film and television advertisements, so it was a good opportunity to appreciate the works of famous advertising artists.
In fact, Nan Yi can be considered 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 included "Saharans", "Sumo Wrestlers", and "Horse", Burger King's early clown ad "Happy Birthday Must Be" that alluded to and satirized McDonald's, and the British KFC ad "We're Flattered, Guys" that satirized copycat gays, etc.
After admiring many excellent print advertisements at the Croisette, Nan Yi and his companion went to the Palais des Festivals, picked up a brochure and looked at the film schedule. "Mazepa" had already been screened for more than half of the morning, and there was a screening of "The Flavor of Green Papaya" in the afternoon. This was the film that Sophie Marceau was going to watch, and Nan Yi was also very interested in it.
Many Vietnamese and Iranian films have their own special beauty of shots. You don’t need to see or hear them to understand them; just looking at the pictures will make you feel touched. Every frame is as beautiful as a painting and stirs your heart.
After buying a stack of tickets that were slightly more expensive than those at the cinema, Nan Yi and his friend walked to a nearby restaurant.
During the film festival, the vicinity of the Festival Palace was filled with actors and stars, all of whom showed their true faces openly. The sunglasses on Sophie Marceau's nose would have looked particularly abrupt and eye-catching, but also a bit pretentious, so before entering the restaurant, Sophie Marceau, a "little actor" with only one film, 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, flipped through it, and asked the waiter, "What do you recommend today?"
"A new batch of oysters has arrived. Guests can try them?" the waiter replied.
"French oyster or Ginado?"
"French oysters."
Nan Yi nodded slightly, deliberately raising his voice a little, "I have always felt that French oysters are of better quality than Ginado, not only do they taste better, but they also have higher nutritional value. One of the reasons why I like France is because there are French oysters here. I believe Asians will like French oysters more. Please give me one. Do you want some flat shoes?"
Sophie Marceau refused, "I don't want it."
"It's French oyster, not Gina doll. I think you should have it."
"I don't want it." Sophie Marceau shook her head and said, "I don't want to eat it raw."
Nan Yi smacked his lips and complained in a low voice in Chinese, "You really don't know how to be a good supporting actor. What a great opportunity for advertising."
"Provencal stew, pudding with eggs, fresh thistles and foie gras. For soup, I'd like puff pastry seafood cream soup. The lady will decide on the drinks and desserts." After Nan Yi ordered the dishes he wanted, he handed the menu back to the waiter.
"Orange duck breast, salted cod and fish paste. For soup, I'll have bacon cream of mushroom soup, and a bottle of Lafeng..." Sophie Marceau looked at Nan Yi and asked, "1985 or 1988?"
"You decide." Nan Yi said modestly.
"I think today's dishes are more suitable for 1988." Sophie Marceau replied to Nan Yi, and then said to the waiter: "We want the wine 1988."
"Yes, ma'am."
The waiter responded and left.
"People eat chowder, and people drink lafeng. Black truffles, French foie gras, blue lobster, baked snails, and a bottle of Romanee-Conti 1945, these are the wines that people drink."
"Sir, I'm sorry, we don't have such expensive wine in our restaurant. You can look at other ones."
"Such a big restaurant, but they don't even have a bottle of Romanee-Conti. What's the most expensive wine here? I tell you, I don't drink wine that's less than 50,000 francs. It's not worthy of my status."
This conversation fell into Nan Yi's ears. He could hear the targeted tone in the words. He looked towards the man at the next table who made the sound, and Nan Yi's eyes suddenly darkened.
It's okay to show off and it's okay to slap him in the face, but saying "Lafeng is not for humans" is a naked provocation.
Nan Yi glanced at the man's face. It was unfamiliar. He had never seen him before. But seeing the provocation in the other's eyes, and the passionate look he gave Sophie Marceau, Nan Yi instantly understood why the other did this.
"Adam, do you know him?" asked Sophie Marceau.
"I don't know him. Let's eat our own food. Don't worry about him." Nan Yi waved his hand and asked the waiter who brought the wine to leave. He poured the red wine into the decanter himself. As soon as it was poured, he picked up the decanter again and poured a little into two glasses. "Try it."
Nan Yi picked up the glass, shook it, and watched the wine slowly flow down along the wall of the glass, forming liquid columns. This is the phenomenon of red wine clinging to the glass.
A wine that leaves clings to the glass does not necessarily mean it is a good wine, but a good wine will definitely leave clings to the glass.
After observing the hanging cup, Nan Yi brought the cup to his nose and smelled it, then took a small sip and slowly savored it in his mouth, "It tastes good."
Sophie Marceau took a sip, put down her glass and said with a smile: "Haha, in your eyes, is there any unpalatable wine?"
"Probably not." Nan Yi shrugged.
“Red wine must be decanted before drinking. Pour the sealed red wine into a decanting vessel to filter out the sediment in the wine and release the peculiar smell in the wine, such as dead yeast smell and rotten egg smell.
The wine flows out of the sealed bottle and is moderately exposed to oxygen, which can soften the tannins in the wine and release the fruity aroma, making the red wine more vibrant and more layered when you drink it.
Aged red wine is like a sleeping beauty, beautiful but in a dormant state, lacking vitality. Decanting, like a prince's kiss, wakes up this sleeping beauty, rejuvenates her, and truly displays her due elegance and beauty.
Drinking red wine without sobering up is like forcibly violating a sleeping beauty. You can't feel any reaction from her at all, just like chewing wax, which is boring and tasteless."
The pretentious guy next door was pouring the wine into the decanter while pouring the sound into the ears of Nan Yi and the other person. Yes, his eyes were fixed on Sophie Marceau. It was impossible to say that he was not targeting her.
"My bottle of Leroy Musigny Grand Cru dry red wine needs to be decanted for at least an hour so that the tannins in it can be fully released. Unlike some low-end red wines, which only need ten minutes, if you drink it in less than a minute, the already bad taste will be even worse."
"Adam, he is targeting us like this, why don't you do something?" Sophie Marceau couldn't stand it anymore and said to Nan Yi with a cold face.
"Why are you so angry? He is trying to raise his status in your eyes by belittling me. It is a very obvious act of pursuit. You should be secretly happy." Nan Yi smiled faintly.
As he spoke, Nan Yi pressed the signal transmitter in his pocket. When the tiger cub appeared at the door of the restaurant, Nan Yi pouted at the man who was speaking. The tiger cub nodded secretly and memorized the man's appearance carefully.
"Adam, there are a lot of people who want to pursue me. You have to come here every month in the future, otherwise I will make you the second brother." Sophie Marceau smiled slyly.
"Looks like I should go talk to that Mr. Zhao and ask him what the hell he taught you."
Guan Erge has three main image characteristics: beautiful beard, Green Dragon Crescent Blade, and a green headscarf. In fact, the ancients were very taboo about the color green. Apart from Guan Erge, few people wore green clothes, even women.
During the Tang and Song dynasties, green was the exclusive color for prisoners. Criminals were not punished with caning, but were forced to wear a green headscarf as a humiliation. Green was an insulting color in that period. Forcing someone to wear a green headscarf or green clothes was more insulting than forcing them to eat shit.
In the Yuan Dynasty, the Yuan Code stipulated that the head of a prostitute and her male relatives must wear a green scarf to show that they were a lowly profession. Since green and blue are very similar, people later used to say green scarf, and thus green hats and green scarves became the exclusive clothing of pimps.
In the Ming and Qing dynasties, when the madams of brothels retired, they would usually marry the male prostitutes and become a family. The women who sold their bodies were the male prostitutes' daughters in name only.
Sometimes, prostitutes in their prime also maintain marriages with pimps in order to find a backer. The pimps would let them entertain customers, that is, husbands would let their wives entertain customers. Over time, the pimp wearing a green turban implied that his wife had an affair with another man, and slowly it evolved into the term "wearing a green hat".
The allusion to Guan Erge's cuckoldry is a little far-fetched and falls into the category of miscellaneous studies. Most people would seldom pay attention to it. Only the storytellers who walked the streets before liberation, who had low skills and could not find teahouses or restaurants to stay, liked to cater to the tastes of the common people and talk about this kind of topic interspersed with dirty jokes.
The storytellers tell stories in a high-sounding manner, such as the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, the Romance of Sui and Tang Dynasties, and the Water Margin. However, the only things they can tell are dirty jokes. They use a relatively mature story framework and insert various celebrities into it. Today they talk about Lu Zhi and Shen Yiji, tomorrow they talk about Wu Zetian's 72 lovers, and the day after tomorrow they talk about whether Yang Yuhuai was good or bad.
Nan Yi suspected that the Uncle Zhao mentioned by Sophie Marceau was not a good person when he was young, and was well versed in jargon and bad allusions.
"Miss, I have a bottle of good wine. Come over and have a drink with me?" The pretentious man may have felt that he had laid enough groundwork, so he walked up to Sophie Marceau and said to her frivolously.
Sophie Marceau glanced at the pretentious man, and then said to Nan Yi: "Adam, should I throw wine on him?"
"No, the wine is bought with money." Nan Yi waved his hand and looked at the pretentious man, "Brother, it seems that your parents dote on you and give you plenty of pocket money, but they don't teach you the principles of being a human being. I will take a loss and recognize you as my nephew, and teach you the principles of being a human being. This is dry food for the master...
Sorry, you may not understand what I mean by dry food. Let me put it another way. This pizza belongs to the owner, so don’t touch it. Please go back to your seat and don’t disturb us while we eat.”
"Crack, are you taking advantage of me?" the pretentious man shouted angrily.
Nan Yi didn't understand what "crackling" meant, but he knew from the tone that it was not a good thing. It also sounded like the language of Southeast Asia. He could hear a bit of Teochew accent in the latter part. The pretentious guy was most likely a descendant of the Teochew people who went to Southeast Asia to settle down and reproduce in the early years.
"I dare not. Look at you, you look like a rich man from head to toe. How dare I take advantage of you, nephew, since I am your elder, why don't you sit back and we will just pretend that we never talked and just take care of yourselves and have your meal. How do you say that?" Nan Yi said lightly.
"Crack, you bastard, you're taking advantage of me, I'm going to kill you." The pretentious man couldn't hold back his anger and rushed towards Nan Yi with his fist raised.
Looking at the fist getting closer and closer to him, Nan Yi couldn't help but complain in his heart: "What a mess, I'm so unlucky."
He raised his left hand, leaned against the pretentious man's wrist, twisted it, and pulled it towards himself. The pretentious man staggered because of Nan Yi's pull, and his face was almost touching Nan Yi's chest.
Nan Yi put his right hand down on his belt buckle, lowered his head, and put his mouth close to the pretentious man's ear. "If you didn't have yellow skin and I didn't want the foreign devils to laugh at us, I would break your hand. Sit back and pretend nothing happened, how about that?"
As the word "how" came out, Nan Yi increased the strength of his hand slightly.
The pretentious man felt a slight pain in his wrist. He quickly weighed the fighting power of both sides in his mind and nodded, "Okay."
Hearing the sound, Nan Yi loosened his hands, and the pretentious man's restraints were released. He stroked his captured wrist with his other hand, glared at Nan Yi resentfully, and walked back to his seat with resentment in his heart.
No matter what happens next, the present is quiet. Those who were gossiping withdrew their gazes, and the restaurant manager who was about to step forward returned to his original seat. Nan Yi and Sophie Marceau began to eat while chatting and laughing.
After finishing the meal, Nan Yi walked out of the restaurant and walked with Tiger Cub, "Pai Pa, it should be a curse word, which country's language is it?"
"Laotian, which means almost the same as crazy."
"Oh, their parents or grandparents must be Teochews, so it's hard to make peace."
Tiger Cub nodded slightly and said, "Do you want to send someone to Jinghong Copper Mine to wait for orders?"
Nan Yi 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 Mama Sang's team.
Turkey was born in the FBI and had taken courses in simulated portraiture and psychological portraiture. He didn't need to take pictures. He could draw the appearance of a pretentious man just by observing him for a few times.
Nan Yi and Sophie Marceau went for a walk on the Promenade des Anglais for a while. When the time was almost right, they went to the screening room of the Palais des Festivals to watch "The Flavor of Green Papaya".
The director of "The Flavor of Green Papaya" is Tran Anh Hung, a French-Vietnamese director, an award-winning director. His films often don't have very high box office, but they are able to win awards everywhere. Once they win, the copyright of the film can be sold, and in addition to recovering the cost, there will also be a small profit.
Taking French funding, filming a Vietnam story, and letting his wife be the female lead, these are Chen Yingxiong's three tricks. It won't be long before a director with a similar working style as his will be born in China. We can't say they are similar, we can only say they are exactly the same. The acting skills of the two directors' wives are also hard to describe.
"Adam, what instrument is the background music?" Sophie Marceau asked Nan Yi softly while watching the movie, "Pipa?"
"No, the sound of the pipa is a little clearer. This is plucking the strings."
"The director's camera work is really good. Without explaining anything, it still makes people feel the heat and humidity." Sophie Marceau added, "How do you spell the name of the leading actress?"
Nan Yi turned to ask the tiger cub, and after getting the answer, he told Sophie Marceau, "Ru Qiong."
"Her acting is very good, her profile looks comfortable, and the director shot it well, but I prefer The Lover because the story seems more comfortable."
Nan Yi sneered, "Of course, the script was written by the French, and the movie was made by the French. The Lover is a story about you French people, and it tells the story of Saigon through your French eyes."
As Nan Yi spoke, he was once again amazed at the background on the screen. It was so real, especially the plants. The degree of restoration was very high, showing what they were supposed to be like. Unlike other films, which were either beautiful or ugly and always had a fake look.
"The Taste of Green Papaya" is like a documentary without a script. It just uses the camera to record real scenes. Because of this, the story is not very strong, and Nan Yichun regards it as a scenic documentary.
"Uh-huh, do you think this film will win an award?"
"Maybe. At least I can win a technical award."
"If he wins the award, I want to invest in him. I wonder what story he will shoot next." Sophie Marceau said: "After the movie is over, I will go to the first row to look for Chen. He may be sitting in the first row."
Nan Yi lowered his voice and said, "If he wins the prize, many people will line up to give him money. It won't be your turn."
"That's not necessarily true."
Philippe Detective Agency.
Turkey put a picture on the table, "Can you speak English?"
Private detective Philippe said as a matter of course: "Of course."
Turkey pointed at the portrait with his finger. "In two days, I need to know all his information. I'll give you a hint. He is most likely from Laos."
Philippe: "In Cannes?"
"If you move faster, you can still see him at the Golden Palm Restaurant."
Philippe took up the portrait and examined it. "50,000 francs, half as a deposit."
Turkey took out a wad of money and put it on the table, then stood up and said, "I'll come over to get the information at this time the day after tomorrow."
After saying this, Turkey deliberately lifted up his shirt hem, revealing the grip of the pistol under his armpit. It was only a flash, and in the next instant, the shirt hem was tucked back in.
Philippe's eyes flashed, and he saw the handle clearly. He knew the other party's warning, "Is it necessary? I, Philippe, am the best detective in France, and I am famous for my credibility. Since I have received the money, I will definitely do a good job."
During the monologue of the director's wife, the adult heroine, the letters "FIN" appeared on the screen and the film ended.
Nan Yi turned to Sophie Marceau and asked, "Do you understand what the film is saying?"
"Don't you understand?"
Nan Yi shook his head, "I don't really understand."
"Then let me tell you." Sophie Marceau said with an inexplicable joy on her face: "The film involves three emotions in total. Whether it is sad or happy, Chen expresses the emotions gently in a subtle and restrained way.
The first love story is about the hostess. The host once ran away with all the money in the house and did not come back for a long time. One night before curfew, the host returned home again, took the money in the house, and never came back.
The mistress manages all household affairs by herself, while calculating how to make money to buy food, and enduring her mother-in-law's complaints that she doesn't know how to please her husband. The mistress's love is a tragedy, she works hard, endures humiliation, and ultimately cannot have a happy ending.
The second love story is about Tang, who is an admirer of the host's mother-in-law. He would ask Mei about her mother-in-law's current situation through the fence, and go home happily when he finds out that everything is fine.
The grandmother once rejected his pursuit, but he accepted it silently and followed her silently. He was satisfied with just one look from a distance. The grandmother had been chanting sutras upstairs because of her granddaughter's death. Tang had not seen her for seven years and could only judge whether she was well by the sound of the wooden fish every day.
Mei quietly took him upstairs to take a look at her mother-in-law. That day, Tang was wearing a neat suit and a top hat. He stood on the stairs, looking at his mother-in-law's back as she recited scriptures, smiling happily.
The third love story is Mei herself. The love between Mei and the rich young man Haoren is like a low-profile version of Cinderella. Haoren is a friend of the eldest son of the host family. Mei had met him at home when she was young. Haoren's handsome appearance and gentle and elegant temperament made the young Mei fall in love with him.
When Mei grew up, her hostess's family sent her to work as a maid in Haoren's house because of financial difficulties.
It was a happy thing to live under the same roof with the one she loved, and Mei was just like she was ten years ago, not saying much, quietly and wholeheartedly doing her job. She would get up in the morning and open the windows of her house one by one, and turn on the lights in the evening.
Listening to the piano music played by Haoren, she quietly tidied the room and packed the owner's clothes. She prepared every meal with love, brought the food to the table with a faint happy smile on her face, and placed it carefully.
Just like ten years ago when she learned that Haoren was coming to the former master's house for dinner, she asked the elderly maid to try cooking, then changed into clean and beautiful clothes, and served the food to the table excitedly and carefully, because Haoren glanced at her inadvertently. On the way back, she held the tray with both hands, pursed her lips, and her eyes were sparkling, unable to hide..."
"Oh, now that you put it that way, I think I understand. There are three shots of green papayas ripening in the film. What is this metaphor for?"
"Mei's growth, her age, and the growth of women's sexual characteristics at different stages. Adam, did you really look at it? This metaphor is not hidden very deeply. You can understand it if you look carefully."
"Haha, I'm not a woman, how can it be so easy to see clearly." Nan Yi said, pointing to a yellow man in front and said: "This should be Chen Yingxiong, he has Vietnamese features, go to him to give out business cards, I'll wait for you outside."
"Don't go far."
"Um."