Spring has passed and autumn has come, and "Li Ang" has been in New York for half a year. This city has four distinct seasons, much like his hometown in Jiangbei. Whenever the first ray of sunshine in the morning comes, he always has the illusion that he is lying on the yellow flower.
On my bed in the community, lying next to me was Ma Ling.
But there was no one around him. He had no girlfriend or boyfriend, but he had many friends. The students in Professor Lindbergh Institute who loved Chinese culture all became his friends. No one disliked this tall, handsome, gentle man.
of Taiwanese.
Although "Li Ang" is Taiwanese, he can speak very authentic Mainland Mandarin without any regional accent. He is in great shape and has many scars on his chest. According to him, they were caused by military exercises when he was serving in Taiwan.
Yes, the students are very simple and believe in it deeply.
Today is an important day. Professor Lindbergh is going to lead the students to a PARTY, a party held by upper-class people. According to the requirements, they must wear formal attire. Lucy is cash-strapped and offers to borrow some money to rent a dress. Liu Handong takes out five dollars from his wallet.
Give her a hundred dollars.
Lucy was not surprised. This was not the first time she discovered that Li Ang was a rich man. This guy was very cool. He never used credit cards. He only spent cash. His wallet was always bulging with hundreds of dollars. Maybe he was a kid from a rich family and not
Be willing to reveal your identity, after all, everyone has their own privacy, Lucy thought so.
Liu Handong accompanied Lucy to rent a dress, and by the way, he also rented a straight evening dress for himself. A man is like a dress, a horse is like a saddle. After putting it on, he immediately changed into a different person. Lucy was dumbfounded. Li Ang was usually unkempt.
She was so handsome that in order to match Li Ang, she changed into three more dresses in a row, until Li Ang urged that she would be late soon.
The meeting place is in Manhattan. It is a building built in the 1920s. According to the current land price in Manhattan, it is estimated to be worth about one billion US dollars.
"Do you know whose property this is?" Lucy got out of the taxi and said mysteriously.
"It can't be the house of Chen Zikun's family," Liu Handong said while paying the bill.
"You guessed it right, it's the Chen family's house." Lucy continued to educate him, "The Chen family is the most important fund provider of the institute, so this PARTY is very important, understand."
The two of them showed their invitations to the waiter at the door and were able to enter. Liu Handong was vigilant and discovered that there was an agent with a gun at the door. He should be the security guard of the VIP and had nothing to do with him.
The hall was crowded with guests, and no one cared about the two young people who were late. Lucy took Liu Handong's arm and walked towards Professor Lindbergh who was talking to the host. The pair of old people in front of the professor were both Chinese. The woman was graceful and rich, and the man was charming.
Yiyi.
The professor saw Liu Handong and Lucy, and was about to introduce them to the master. Suddenly, a tall white man in evening clothes came not far away. Everyone immediately greeted him, and Lucy covered her mouth and exclaimed in a low voice: "Oh, I
Oh my God, Vice President!”
Liu Handong was not interested in the vice president. Besides, there were many journalists here and there, and the flashlights were flashing, which made him extremely uneasy. If his photo was posted on the portal, it would be a big trouble. He excused himself to go to the bathroom.
Go upstairs alone and find a quiet place to stay for a while.
Walking up the spiral staircase, Liu Handong stopped and turned his head to look down. For a moment, he felt like Jack entering the upper class banquet hall in "Titanic". He didn't see that a pair of eyes had already been fixed on him.
Not every corner of the building was open to guests, and signs refusing to enter were erected in some places. But Liu Handong looked at the end of the deep corridor, and for some reason he felt a strong impulse to go there and take a walk.
He stepped on the thick carpet and entered the corridor. The walls were covered with wallpaper, mahogany skirting, and incandescent lamps with iron lampshades hung on the ceiling. Everything was in the style of the 1950s, making people feel like they had walked into history.
.
At the end of the corridor, there was a door that was ajar. Liu Handong gently opened the door. It was a bedroom with warm and simple furnishings. There were lounge chairs and a small round table under the window. On the table were porcelain teacups, reading glasses and a serving.
Yellowed New York Times.
Liu Handong had a feeling that this was the room where Chen Zikun lived before his death. He didn’t know which roommate he spent his last years with. Standing here, he seemed to be in history, and time was freezing and flowing backwards. About Chen Zikun
Everything flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.
"Hi." A voice greeted from behind.
Liu Handong turned around and saw a slender girl standing at the door. She should have some white blood, her skin was fairer, her nose was taller, her temperament was quiet, and she matched the environment incomparably. In short, she was very beautiful.
"Sorry, I came to the bathroom." Liu Handong said.
"Then have you found it?" the girl asked.
"Maybe I looked in the wrong place." Liu Handong said, "Maybe the bathroom is at the other end."
"Since you're here, let's visit it. Don't worry, this is part of a private museum and you can visit it." The girl smiled slyly and looked Liu Handong up and down, "Wait a minute, I suddenly had an idea, can you cooperate with me?
?”
"Sorry, I have something else to do." Liu Handong's sixth sense told him that it must be a matter of being in the limelight, but he couldn't afford to be in the limelight.
The girl blocked the way and said a little arrogantly: "You have to help. You are Professor Lindbergh's student, right? Do you still want the funding for your institute next year?"
"At least I need to know how to help." Liu Handong had no choice but to give in. Cooperation is the best choice at this time, because the other party has already identified you. If you resist, it will only add more uncertain factors.
"It's very simple, put on this suit." The girl opened the wardrobe and took out a woolen military uniform, blue thin serge material, French vertical gold epaulettes, breeches, leather boots, and a hat of the same material.
A large-brimmed hat with a five-color star emblem on the wall. With Liu Handong's knowledge, it is impossible not to know that this was the uniform of an army general during the Beiyang period.
He understood that the girl wanted him to be a model, which would be a big trouble. If it became public news, Li Ang's cover identity would be exposed. He flatly refused: "If it is to be a model, I can't do it."
"You just want to wear it. If you don't want to be a model, just show it to my grandma." The girl stomped her feet and acted coquettishly. Liu Handong had no choice but to give in. There was actually a bathroom and a walk-in wardrobe in the room, and he was in it.
I put on this military uniform, put on my riding boots, put on my big-brimmed hat, and looked at myself in the mirror as if I was in another world.
After leaving the door, the girl's eyes lit up. She looked up and down, back and forth, and was amazed. Suddenly she remembered something, and took out a saber wrapped in a cloth bag from the cabinet, with a golden belt and tassel, and a finely carved knife.
The handle is inlaid with gold and jade, surrounded by nine lions. This is the nine-lion saber that only generals are qualified to wear.
The Beiyang military uniform did not have an armed belt, and the saber was hung directly on the inner belt. The girl bent down, helped him hang the saber, and handed him a pair of white gloves. After dressing up, it was as if he had completed a piece of art, and she clicked her tongue repeatedly with satisfaction.
Incomparable.
"Now, come downstairs with me." the girl said.
"No, this is beyond my ability to bear. Please forgive me." Liu Handong firmly refused. This is no joke. He appeared in public wearing a military uniform from a hundred years ago. Is this COS Chen Zikun? I can't guarantee that tomorrow's New York Times
His tidbits were included in his photos. Isn’t this too long-lived?
He was about to take off his military uniform. The girl was anxious and quickly begged: "Please, help me. That's it. You stay here. Don't leave. I'll just let grandma take a look. Okay, I can tell you."
The reason is that your appearance is the image of my great-grandfather in my mind. I want my grandma to see what her father looked like when he was young. Please don’t look at me like this. It’s just a small wish, okay?”
Liu Handong had no choice but to agree. The girl couldn't help but run out happily. She paused at the door and turned around and said, "I forgot to tell you, my name is Isabella."
After a while, Isabella accompanied the old couple and Professor Lindbergh upstairs. When she saw Liu Handong wearing the uniform of a Beiyang general and carrying a Nine Lions Saber, the old man was not shocked. Instead, he asked his granddaughter: "
Is this the actor you’re looking for?”
Liu Handong was dumbfounded. Didn't you just put on some clothes and take a look? Why did it become an actor's stereotype photo? Do you still want to make a movie with me?
Professor Lindbergh laughed loudly: "Isabella, haven't you seen the 1923 issue of "TIME"? The cover of one issue is a photo of General Chen Zikun, which is different from Li Ang's appearance. If you have to say that it looks like him,
I think Li Ang is more like a general named Xiaoyong under Marshal Chen."
The old lady looked at Liu Handong carefully and nodded: "Yes, he is more like Uncle Liu, but he is too gentle."
Liu Handong said to himself that Liu Xiaoyong is my biological grandfather, how can it be different? As for being polite, it is because I am domineering and restrained. If I let him out, I won't scare you to death.
Professor Lindbergh introduced: "These two are Ms. Chen Jiao and Mr. Tan He. This is my assistant, Li Ang from Taiwan."
Liu Handong took off his gloves, shook hands with the two old men, and said in Chinese that it was a pleasure to meet them.
Professor Lindbergh said: "You must already know this, Isabella, the planner of the "General" project, and the great-granddaughter of General Chen Zikun."
Liu Handong quickly thought about what this girl should call him in terms of seniority, and said: "This project won't be a movie, right?"
"You guessed it right, "The General" is a movie. We have obtained a license from mainland China. This will be a Sino-US co-production. I plan to ask Spielberg to shoot it." Isabella
He said seriously, "The investment in this movie is huge, and the cast is unprecedentedly powerful. But I'm not looking for big-name movie stars. I'm looking for non-professional actors with their own qualities. Since grandma said you look like Grandpa Xiaoyong, then you can play him."
Already."
Liu Handong said without hesitation: "Thank you, but I'm really not interested, and I don't know how to perform."