these years

After my life settled down, every year seemed to be repeated: filming, winning awards, holding banquets, buying land... It was the same in [-], [-], and [-].It was not until [-] that the boring life took a turn for the better.During those days, in order to cope with the upcoming handover day, He Ngee'an was in turmoil, and the mainland police who had been sneaking for many years finally showed up.

It's Le Shao.

It is said that he was trained in the Beijing Public Security Academy when he was a teenager, and then he accepted a mission and went south to Hong Kong. After obtaining a degree at HKU as a Hong Kong citizen, he broke into He Ngee Ann and sent a lot of information with Hong Kong prefixes to the mainland police. His life experience is so thrilling, it can be called the swan song of undercover and the legend of police history.

As a result, under the respective efforts of the police on both sides of the strait and under the strict supervision of the Governor's Special ICAC[1], the person in the prefix was invited back to the mission hall to drink tea every three days, which triggered the Ngee Ann earthquake.After several investigations and interrogations, Jin Rulin, Lan Ye, Jet and many others were arrested. Half a year later, the trial was held. Jin Rulin was sentenced to three years in prison for bribing government officials and engaging in underworld activities.

When the news of the verdict was released, Wang Lijun was filming a high-tech case-solving theme. He played the role of the captain of the Internet investigation team, which is quite up-to-date.It was time for a break, so Qiu Yuanzheng answered the phone and hurried to him to speak the verdict.Hearing this, Wang Lijun raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows and eyes fiercely, his makeup was smeared a lot.

His brain couldn't give any instructions, so he raised his hand to cover Bafang's sight, and said tremblingly, "I know, I know, you go back."

Qiu Yuanzheng looked at him worriedly, but the set was in full swing, and the next scene was about to start shooting.So Qiu Yuanzheng left the podium, leaving Wang Lijun standing there alone.

Qiu Yuanzheng left, and Wang Lijun finally raised his head.He looked at the underwriters who were acting as scouts under the podium, and many of them who were confused looked back at him.Wang Lijun guessed that they were probably thinking, why didn't the actor speak his lines?

Wang Lijun tried his best to calm down his anxiety.His eyes were tearful, in order to prevent the tears from streaming down, he could only look forward in vain, and waited for a long time before the tears stopped.After adjusting his state, Wang Lijun finally spoke the first line. His voice trembled slightly, and the last few lines gradually improved.

Only then did the temporary writers dispel their doubts and return to work.

Qiu Yuanzheng turned his head in three steps, and finally stood by the camera and watched from a distance—from a double-faced girl to a hero, this person grew up with him.Whenever he sees Wang Lijun changing into costumes, tall and thin, with an extraordinary appearance, Qiu Yuanzheng will inevitably feel a little proud of being a flower grower.He has decided that as long as this turmoil is passed safely, no matter where Wang Lijun goes to develop in the future, he will accompany him. This is for loyalty, righteousness, and love.

The turmoil continues, and the bad news continues.Fortunately, Qiao Weidong has always been on the fringes of the gang and has not been implicated.On the contrary, Wang Lijun, as the main force of the dragon race, had a great impact on his work and life when Jin Rulin was sentenced to prison.He was first invited by OCTB to assist in the investigation, and he was always received by Senior Inspector Lin Junrong, the young Sir who had confronted Jin Rulin at the banquet.A few years later, he is now the most watched Chinese inspector in the police circle.

Lin Junrong treated Wang Lijun very well.Every time, please go in the middle of the night, without affecting the public image.After taking people to the mission hall, they didn't turn on the air conditioner or turn on strong lights[2]. Lin Junrong only asked some commonplace questions, such as whether he had participated in the underworld activities organized by Jin Rulin.After the questioning, as an apology, he will invite Wang Lijun to dinner and supper.Under the little yellow light of the interrogation, the two sat silently facing each other, each eating a box of lunch.Sometimes it’s char siew goose rice, sometimes rose chicken rice in soy sauce.

Once it was very special, Wang Lijun's box was Hainan chicken spleen rice, which was delicious.So he asked, "Hainan chicken rice? It's delicious. Where is this restaurant?"

Lin Junrong smiled while digging for rice with a spoon: "Go out of the gate of the police station and turn right to find Shorty Ming, you can order B meal."

The chicken skin is smooth and yellow under the light.In fact, the rice was already cold, and it couldn't resist the aroma. The colder it was, the more fragrant it was. It gave people the feeling that the little match girl was eating cold turkey.Wang Lijun couldn't resist the temptation, so he ate another piece.While eating, he asked, "What's so special about meal B?"

Lin Junrong took out a chicken bone from his mouth: "What's so special? It comes with frozen lemonade. Zhongyou, meal B is a special food for the police station, so I won't drool." ("Meal B is a special meal for the police station, the boss Not spitting in it.")

Wang Lijun laughed, put down the spoon, wrinkled his nose and felt sick.

Lin Junrong giggled.After eating the last bite, he put the spoon back into the lunch box, put the lid back on, and put the empty box back into the plastic bag, just like himself.After packing these up, he pointed to Wang Lijun's meal, as if asking if he still wanted to eat?Wang Lijun shook his head, expressing that he couldn't eat anymore.So Lin Junrong stacked two empty lunch boxes together and tied the plastic bag with a knot.He took this bag of trash,

Standing up, he said, "It's done today, thank you Wang Sheng for your cooperation. It shouldn't be done."

Wang Lijun then got up, he was about to walk away from the table, he stopped and asked: "Sir Lin, I want to know, when will this end?" ("When will these things end?")

Lin Junrong thought for two seconds, and asked, "When will the movie of Wang Sheng's new play, High-Tech Detective, be released?"

Wang Lijun didn't understand what he meant, so he had to answer honestly: "Hurry up, hurry up." After saying this, he continued, "Do you like to watch my movie?"

Lin Junrong said: "It's not me, it's my daughter--Ikea is my fiancée. She likes you so much, I hope you are a handsome boy, if there is a policeman who is as handsome as you, that would be great." ("It's not me, it's my daughter Friend—now fiancée. She likes you a lot, says you're handsome, if only there were police officers as handsome as you.")

Wang Lijun said: "Congratulations to the sun, Congratulations to the sun. When do you salute?"

Lin Junrong thought about it, and quickly replied: "The end of this year, or the first month of the new year? It's still undecided, but it's going to be soon." After speaking, he smiled strangely: "What about us is also going to be soon. "("Our things are also fast.")

Wang Lijun bowed his head and smiled apologetically, and quietly reached out to fiddle with the cold chicken bones on the table.He didn't dare to look at Lin Junrong.

The police station is located on Peak Road, so it is very convenient to go out and return home. I heard that O Kee took special care of him as a public figure, so the interrogation was held at the Peak Sub-district Police Station.Wang Lijun got out of the police station and got into his car, but said to the driver, "I'm not sleepy, so I took the car and went down the mountain for a ride."

The driver responded, turned around and drove down the mountain in twos and threes.Driving all the way, Wang Lijun didn't tell him to go back to his house, so he kept driving until he entered Yau Tsim Mong District.

Wang Lijun looked out of the window, on the other side of the glass was Mong Kok Nightless Sky.He saw empty wine bottles piled up on the side of the road like a mountain, glowing with green light, mixed with colorful neon lights, puffing on the car glass.

He saw crowds of people in the food stalls, and school girls being embraced by young and Dangerous boys. They felt that someone was chasing after them, so they flapped their wings and showed thousands of beautiful gestures.

He also saw someone beheaded to death by the trash can, with blood on his face and broken arms and legs.The young sir was shaking like a sieve beside him. He grabbed the walkie-talkie and uttered emergency codes in fright. This was his first day of patrolling.

The driver drove all the way, thinking that this is already a long way, where is Wang Sheng going for a drive?He turned his head to ask, but found that Wang Lijun had fallen asleep with his head tilted to one side.

With the passage of time, the [-]-day countdown to Hong Kong's return has counted. Wang Lijun has become less and less convinced of Lin Junrong's words. Cleaning up the initials is by no means a one-day effort.In his view, this turmoil will not subside within a few years.He has lost his asylum, but there are huge waves in the industry. Hong Kong can no longer stay, I am afraid he will have to find another way out.

Du Yibing's proposal was the first to be rejected.He suggested that Wang Lijun make a third-grade film with him, but was scolded bloody by Qiu Yuanzheng.

Qiu Yuanzheng's ideas are relatively mature, and he suggested that Wang Lijun develop into the Southeast Asian market.However, due to lack of contacts in Southeast Asia, the plan was temporarily shelved.

Qiao Weidong's proposal appears to be the most firm [3].He suggested that Wang Lijun should be an immigrant first, obtain foreign status and leave Hong Kong, and then enter the Hollywood market in the United States.This plan has been questioned by many parties, and even Zhong Weihong came to spit a few words when he was taking care of business and taking care of himself.In order to prove the value of this method, Qiao Weidong used the power of Gao Baifei's family to first submit his own British immigration application, and then went around to collect insiders' willingness to develop in the United States.He wanted Wang Lijun to see that this plan was feasible.

Later, Qiao Weidong got the residence visa easily, but every time he mentioned this to Wang Lijun, the latter was not interested, and only prevaricated to him, and he didn't know what was going on behind the scenes.

Finally, one day, Qiao Weidong thought that he could not delay any longer, and he wanted to ask Wang Lijun what he wanted to do after repeatedly refusing.

At that time, Wang Lijun was reading the morning newspaper.Seeing Qiao Weidong's arrival, he put down the newspaper, picked up the scissors, and wanted to cut the front page of the entertainment. The front page of this day was "Hong Kong's [-] return, the era of superstars is over." The writer believes that after the merger of the two sides, stars The monopoly model is no longer suitable for the development of the times, and the era of Hong Kong superstars will come to an end.

Qiao Weidong was busy with the wind and dust, and before he could take off his gloves, he opened his mouth and asked, "What are your plans? If you don't submit an immigration application, you will really miss it." (Can't make it: too late.)

Wang Lijun's hands trembled, and the newspaper was smashed.He put down the newspaper and scissors, sighed and said, "I've already thought about it. The prospects in Southeast Asia are too bad. I plan to return to the mainland to develop. I have already asked Qiu Yuanzheng to return to Beijing to take care of it."

Qiao Weidong immediately concluded with anger: "You, me, do you know how hard it took us to get to where we are today? You gave up everything and fled back to Beijing? What can Beijing shoot? Does Beijing allow your family to dominate? Can Beijing be as free as Hong Kong?"

Wang Lijun leaned on the sofa and stared at him: "Freedom? Do you dare to stay in a free place? Jin Rulin is about to serve his sentence, and no one is covering him. I don't want to burn charcoal to death by myself in the future. Zhong Weihong was raped, and you were hacked to death on the road. Side—" He paused, then continued, "Go back to Beijing, we haven't seen anything before, so it's worth it. Go back."

Qiao Weidong gasped violently, his lungs ached: "Are you scared?"

Wang Lijun's eyes wandered, thinking thoughtfully: "Yes. I'm scared. Is it not breaking the law?"

Qiao Weidong's expression was unbelievable.After a long silence, he said again: "...What about your future? If you go to Hollywood, you will be able to—"

Wang Lijun waved his hand and turned his head to the other side: "Don't overestimate me...that's the way it is in this life."

Qiao Weidong was completely silent.He stood still, just staring at Wang Lijun.He looked at Wang Lijun's combed black hair, his mature and beautiful manly figure, and his powerless eyes.

He looked at it for a long time, and when he finished, he turned and left, and the leather trench coat rolled up and made a plopping sound.

He walked to the door and finally said harshly: "If you want to go back, you can go back by yourself. I despise you like this."

Wang Lijun stretched out his hands and rubbed his face indiscriminately. He didn't seem to cry easily in the past few years, but he just felt uncomfortable in his heart.So he got up, put on his shirt, and wanted to go for a walk on the mountain road.Walking and walking, we came to Leshanmei Road.Wang Lijun thought about it, and went to see how Zhong Weihong was doing, and told her his future plans by the way.

So he entered the golden house, and it was Flora, the Filipino servant, who received him.She said mysteriously, Wang Sheng, please don't disturb your wife, she is in a bad mood, so she yells all day long. (She is in a bad mood, crying every day recently.)

When Wang Lijun entered the corridor, he heard Zhong Weihong's cries from a distance, mixed with the sound of smashing things.

He stepped into the main house at a faster pace, and saw Zhong Weihong sitting on the ground, she was yelling at Jinlan and throwing literacy toys everywhere.

"What's a B! What's a C! They look so different! Why can't you tell them apart?!"

Jin Lan also sat on the ground.He was seven years old, but he could only stare blankly with big eyes, unable to react intelligently.His only movement is to grab a digital toy and pause on the ground.Again.

Zhong Weihong screamed suddenly, grabbed the toy and threw it out of the window, then stood up again, kicking objects all over the ground desperately to vent her anger.

Wang Lijun squatted down, grabbed her shoulders, and said in a good voice, "Okay, okay."

Zhong Weihong acted hysterically: "I really don't understand, why can't he understand such a simple thing?"

Wang Lijun said: "As the old saying goes, noble people speak late. I guess it's all about learning. Stupid birds fly first. If you practice more, you will get better? Don't be embarrassed." (No, don't be angry.)

After Wang Lijun tried eight persuasions, Zhong Weihong finally eased up.She stood up, smoothed her skirt, and wiped away her tears: "Recently, I have really collapsed. I have been looking for help from the British in the government, but no one is willing to help. I asked friends from Heyi'an to come forward, and everyone shirked responsibility. It’s all nonsense at the wine table, what kind of shit friends, no one is sincere.”

Wang Lijun led her to sit on the sofa.With a deep breath, he said to her, "I want to tell you something."

Zhong Weihong waved his hand, motioning for him to say.

Wang Lijun said: "I am planning to leave Hong Kong."

Zhong Weihong asked: "It's finally decided? Go to Southeast Asia or Hollywood? If it's decided, I'll help you terminate the contract."

Wang Lijun seemed embarrassed: "—to Beijing."

Zhong Weihong looked sideways.After a while of silence, she said, "Forget it, people have their own ambitions, and I won't say anything. Anyway, you remember, no matter which of us gets along well in the future, remember to support the other."

Wang Lijun responded, "Hey."

They chatted for a while, nothing more than entrusting the family business, helping each other for the future and so on.When it was late at night, Wang Lijun had to leave.He walked to the entrance, turned around and shouted at Zhong Weihong.

"Little Hong'er!"

"What nonsense!" Zhong Weihong was annoyed.

"I really regard you as a friend!" Wang Lijun had to send a farewell message.

Zhong Weihong scoffed, and said, "Get out!" Tears flowed down the side of her face.

[1] Governor's Commissioned Independent Commission Against Corruption: the ICAC Independent Commission Against Corruption.

[2] Turn on the air conditioner and turn on the strong lights: Both are methods of torture in Hong Kong.

[3] Jianlidi: Hong Kong slang, referring to someone who is not grounded in something, very outrageous.