Hong Kong Entertainment: The King of Kung Fu

Chapter 11 Virtuous Zhizhi

Yang Ye was shirtless and rehearsing with the band.

He held the guitar and sang loudly. The sweat flowed down his strong muscles to his arms, and it was crystal clear under the light.

When the song was finished, he stopped and said, "Take a rest first!"

Yang Ye took off his guitar and was about to step off the stage when he saw a fresh and refined little beauty standing under the stage, looking at him in a daze.

Yang Ye was stunned for a moment, then grinned and said, "Zhizhi, how did you find this place?"

Zhao Yazhi was so handsome by the way Yang Ye played the guitar with his shirt off. When he saw Yang Ye talking to her, he said in a panic: "Brother Qiang brought me here."

Chuishui Qiang didn't dare to think too much about Yang Ye's horse, and said honestly: "Young Master Yang, Miss Zhao went to the walled city to look for you and was almost bullied. Fortunately, she reported your name. No., someone came to me to confirm, and when I saw it was Miss Zhao, I brought her over."

"You went to the walled city alone?"

Yang Ye was surprised and looked at Zhao Yazhi with admiration. This girl is quite courageous.

"Ok!"

"That place is not very safe. What if you, a little girl, run in and encounter danger?"

Zhao Yazhi was almost bullied in the walled city, and felt a little aggrieved. She pursed her lips and said, "I think you are very majestic. I thought I'd just give you your name."

Zhao Yazhi has a little bit of buck teeth. "A girl needs to be pretty, three points of buck teeth." She opened her mouth, revealing two white jade-like teeth, which made her look a bit delicate and naive.

Yang Ye's heart moved when he saw it, he held her little hand and said, "Come and sit here!"

Zhao Yazhi blushed and obediently let Yang Ye hold his little hand and walked to a table in the corner to sit down.

She thought, this man is so domineering. He would touch his feet when they first met, and hold hands when they met for the second time, without even asking if he wanted to do it.

Yang Ye asked: "Why do you want to go to the walled city to find me?"

"I heard you say last time that you are from the Walled City. So if I want to find you... I have to go to the Walled City."

"That's it, then what do you want from me?"

"My little sister likes you very much and wants to go to your concert. In order to buy tickets, she plans to stay up late in line on Hong Kong Island. I am worried that something will happen to her, so I wonder... if I can buy it from you. ticket."

These words surprised Yang Ye. Zhao Yazhi's little sister became my fan?

Yang Ye asked with great interest: "You are worried about your little sister, so you ran into the walled city to find me alone, and you don't worry about yourself?"

"It's okay. I used to accompany my classmates to the dentist and also went to the Walled City. It's not that scary."

Although the Kowloon Walled City has no legal restrictions, it has its own set of operating rules. Ordinary people come in to eat, drink and have fun, as long as they don't cause trouble, there is no problem.

There are various gray industrial chains here, especially drugs, gambling and pornography, which are very rampant.

In addition, since no business license is required and no taxes are paid, there are many illegal factories hidden here and many people work here.

There are also dozens of dental clinics operating here. Because the fees are low, many people come in for dental treatment.

Yang Ye explained: "If you just go in to play, there will be no problem. The customers are the people who feed and clothe you. No one will offend you for no reason, right? But if you go in to inquire about information and ask questions, you will be targeted soon." Go ahead, the consequences will be disastrous. Do you understand?"

"Why can't we just ask for information?"

"Because the walled city is full of gray industries and there are many criminals hiding there. Who knows what your purpose is in asking for information?"

Zhao Yazhi said oh and patted his chest, feeling a little scared.

"I have the tickets, but I don't have them with me. Come with me to your house to get them, and identify the door by the way."

"Okay!" Zhao Yazhi agreed, thinking that she had finally fulfilled her little sister's request, but she never thought that there was anything wrong with her, a girl, going to Yang Ye's house.

Yang Ye stood up, clapped his hands and said, "Brothers, let's practice here for today and continue practicing tomorrow."

Yang Ye rode a motorcycle and took Zhao Yazhi away.

Drummer Chen You looked at the motorcycle going away and said with envy: "Young Master Yang's horse is so on point, what are you doing?"

"You don't even know about Miss Hong Kong? Zhao Yazhi, I've seen it on TV."

"Damn, Young Master Yang is so happy!"

……

Yang Ye took Zhao Yazhi back home.

"It's a bit messy at home. You can sit wherever you like. I'll get you the tickets."

Yang Ye took out two tickets from the room, handed them to Zhao Yazhi, and said, "You can also come and take a look then."

"Oh, thank you!"

"Just thank you and that's all? The tickets are very expensive."

"I'll give you money!"

"I don't want money."

"Then what do you want?" "Can you cook?"

"Yes!"

"Cook me a meal and use it as ticket money."

Zhao Yazhi held the two tickets in her hands and whispered: "Okay!"

It was obviously the second time they met, but Yang Ye seemed to be very familiar with her. However, she didn't know why. She couldn't refuse anything Yang Ye did to her.

In fact, this condition is called Stockholm Syndrome.

When a very powerful person appears in front of her, she will feel inexplicably fond of him and even become dependent on him.

The classic movie "If There Is Love" starring Liu Dehua and Wu Qianlian can well explain this situation.

Hua Di is a young and Dangerous boy, and JoJo is a rich girl. Once when Hua Di was avoiding a policeman, he kidnapped Jojo in order to escape.

Afterwards, because Hua Di saved Jojo's life, Jojo inexplicably developed a crush on Hua Di and would follow her life or death.

Zhao Yazhi's situation is similar to this. She was originally a good girl who grew up in a middle-class family in Hong Kong. Suddenly people like Yang Ye broke into her life, which had a huge impact on her.

And Yang Ye treated her very well, which gave her the illusion that she was different in Yang Ye's eyes.

The more a good girl obeys her mother, the more rebellious she becomes inside.

Zhao Yazhi is such a good girl. She goes to beauty pageants when her mother asks her to, and gets married when her mother asks her to.

However, in the end it was still a mess.

Her husband published the love letter Huang Yuankun wrote to her, she had an affair with Qiuguan, and she was slapped by Fei Fei, which made her reputation completely ruined.

If he hadn't become famous again in Taiwan later, his career would have been ruined.

Yang Ye came from a later generation and was well versed in the psychology of young girls. He treated Zhao Yazhi in a domineering yet attentive manner, close yet distant at the same time.All kinds of behaviors seem contradictory, but they are unified.

In addition, he achieved such great fame in a short period of time with one book and one song, which filled Zhao Yazhi's entire life and heart.

Unknowingly, Zhao Yazhi felt a little aggrieved inexplicably: "He clearly said he was friends with me and said he would see me next time, but he just disappeared."

Under this psychological influence, Zhao Yazhi took the risk and ran into the Kowloon Walled City to find Yang Ye.

The so-called helping the little girl get concert tickets was just a trigger.

Yang Ye took Zhao Yazhi to the kitchen and said, "Look at what's in the refrigerator and make do with it. I'll take a shower first."

Yang Ye took a comfortable bath. When he saw Zhao Yazhi busy chopping vegetables, he didn't want to help, so he went back to his room to code.

"Kunlun" has more than 100 million words, all written by hand. The long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain. I should finish writing it as soon as possible.

He didn't know how long he had been writing, but Yang Ye suddenly realized that there was a person standing behind him. He quickly looked up and saw Zhao Yazhi looking at him blankly.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Why are your handwriting so beautiful?"

Yang Ye glanced at the standard Song font he wrote, and thought to himself that no wonder she looked at it so strangely.He casually made up a reason and explained: "This can save you the trouble of communicating with the editor. If the writing is too sloppy, the editor will call to confirm if the words cannot be read clearly, which is very troublesome."

Yang Ye's calligraphy cannot be said to be beautiful, it is simply a standard Song style calligraphy.

This is because when Yang Ye copied the book, he was in a state similar to that of a tool man, and he was directly controlled by the power of supercomputer to write.

Of course, Yang Ye doesn't need to be controlled. He does this to save trouble.

Zhao Yazhi snorted and said, "The meal is ready!"

But in my heart, I was even more curious about Yang Ye. Who was he? His handwriting looked like printing.

Yang Ye rubbed his hands and looked impatient: "Let me see what delicious food I made."

When I opened the door, I was shocked to see that the living room, which was originally a little messy, was now tidied up.

"You took care of all this?" Yang Ye asked nonsense.

"Yes, I just cleaned it up while I was making soup. Your house is not very messy."

"I've been very busy with rehearsals recently."

Yang Ye explained, sitting at the table and watching the dishes cooked by Zhao Yazhi.

She made stir-fried beef with broccoli and stir-fried kale, and also made a soup.

Yang Ye tasted the beef and found it was so-so fried and not unpalatable.However, he still praised with a smile: "Zhizhi, your skills are very good. Well, you even made soup."

"How can we eat without soup? It's a pity that the cooking time is not enough." Zhao Yazhi said and helped Yang Ye fill a bowl.

Yang Ye took it, and sure enough, people in the Cantonese-speaking area couldn't eat without soup.

(End of this chapter)