The Best Director

Chapter 121: It’s Coming Soon

A year ago, Will Smith got the Golden Raspberry for Worst Actor, and today, he’s holding the Oscar for Best Actor! This is a legendary story. When he decided to work with Wang Yang, he faced a sea of skepticism, but now it has been proven that everything was worth it. Magical Yang made a great movie, and Will delivered a magnificent performance. He truly deserves the trophy. Congratulations, Will!”

Looking at this entertainment section of The New York Times in his hands, and the picture of Will Smith, holding Jaden with one arm, kissing the little golden man, beaming with joy, Wang Yang couldn’t help but smile happily. He felt extremely good, even the noisy cafeteria in the morning seemed less irritating. He picked up the piece of bread from the plate on the table, took a bite, and continued reading the paper.

No one really doubted that Will Smith deserved the Best Actor award, his performance in The Pursuit of Happyness was naturally not as grand as Gladiator or Cast Away, but acting is not only about grand scenes. He maximized his acting skills in his smaller scenes, creating an iconic figure on the screen, and that is convincing power.

Of course, aside from his outstanding performance, Will winning Best Actor also had something to do with the Oscars wanting to change their style, and the public relations and promotion work done by Flame Films was very efficient, constantly pushing the media with the narrative of “the second black Best Actor” and “it would be great to get an Oscar the year after a Razzie”.. certainly influenced the judges’ final choice to some degree. This was necessary, just like giving speeches to get votes in a presidential election, no film company would leave things to chance.

If every ABC is just as outstanding, and all score 100, who do you choose then? In the past, the Oscars would pick Russell Crowe or Tom Hanks, but this year they chose Will.

But this year’s Oscars weren’t entirely about innovation. There was a small upset in the Best Director category when Steven Soderbergh won the little golden man for Traffic. Ang Lee, who won at the Golden Globes and the Directors Guild twice, failed to win, becoming the fifth director to win the Directors Guild Award but miss out on the Oscar. Best Picture went to Gladiator, which scooped up a total of 5 awards last night, becoming the biggest winner, while Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon and Traffic each took home 4, ranking second.

What? I won an award, too?” Seeing the column in the newspaper that read “Magical Yang Gives Thanks to Rek Island,” Wang Yang paused, then shook his head and chuckled, picking up the glass bottle beside him and taking a sip of

” He looked at the brief

fresh milk. He murmured with a soft laugh, “Cool, cool mention on the paper, “Apart from family and representatives, Magical Yang only mentioned two names, his rumored girlfriend Natalie Portman and his current girlfriend Jessica…” He couldn’t help but press his forehead and thought, “Here it goes again!”

At that moment, Robert Downey Jr. came over carrying a tray of breakfast and a copy of the newspaper. He sat down on the other side of the table, unfolded the paper, glanced at it, and said with a laugh, “Wow! Look what we’ve got? Best Original Screenplay, Best Actor, quite the haul!”

Without you,” Wang Yang shrugged and continued to enjoy his simple breakfast. Downey seemed very focused on the paper, and after a while, he spoke again, “Magical Yang, your acceptance speech is a public mockery of your sentence, they will not be pleased. So, it looks like you’re going to do some more time.” Wang Yang stood up with the empty plate and glass bottle, “More than 150 days, what’s the big deal? Robert, enjoy your breakfast.” He didn’t want to think about how much longer he had to serve right now, anyway, once the conditions for parole are met, he would immediately apply for parole.

Wandering between the tables and chairs in the cafeteria, fellow inmates dressed in pale blue uniforms all greeted him, “Good morning, Hollywood director!” “You won the award, huh!” “Why didn’t you thank me?” Congratulations on the award!” Wang Yang walked straight past those with

malice in their voices without paying them any mind; but to those who seemed friendly, he smiled and nodded in acknowledgment. His mood was very good, not only because of the “big harvest,” but also because it was Monday, the visiting day of the week.

Each prison has its own set of visiting hours, and here they were from 9:00 to 12:00 in the morning and from 14:00 to 17:00 in the afternoon, with the maximum visitation time being half an hour. After finishing his breakfast, Wang Yang returned to his cell to quietly wait. When the time reached 9 o’clock, the speaker in the room soon blared out the voice of a guard: “Wang Yang, someone is here to see you!”

In the visiting room, Wang Yang finally saw his parents. They both looked well, but the distress in their eyes and words made him feel extremely guilty. After chatting for 15 minutes, they left, giving him some time alone with Jessica who had come along. Wang Yang even told them not to come next week, because the prison’s reception facilities were inadequate to smoothly handle the number of visitors, and the prison officials would not provide special treatment, which he also didn’t want. Moreover, it was very troublesome and tiring as the media reporters were swarming outside the prison.

Wang Yang looked at Jessica sitting across the table, wearing a

“Jessica

denim jacket, her hair tied in a ponytail, and light makeup on her face. She was smiling at him, and both were a little excited. Their hands were tightly clasped on top of the table, silently engaging in eye contact, feeling each other’s intentions. After a long while, Wang Yang, looking into her gentle and loving eyes, started with a smile, “It’s pretty good here, don’t you think I look stronger? Because the food here is not bad.” He paused, then added seriously, “But you seem to have lost a lot of weight.”

Jessica shook her head with a smile and said, “No, I’ve weighed myself.” She shrugged slightly, smiling, “I’m not Danny, who can get fat in a few days and then slim down just as quickly.” Wang Yang chuckled and replied, “That’s good to hear. You know I don’t like seeing you thin.”

“Yeah, I know. You want me to become a 200-pound woman,” Jessica retorted with an eye roll and a laugh, and Wang Yang nodded heartily. Looking at his smiling face, hearing his laughter, and holding his large hand, Jessica felt incredibly fulfilled and happy. The anxiety, discomfort, and torment of the past week all vanished in that moment, as if she had found her missing other half. Gazing into his eyes, she said softly, “Yang, I miss you so much, I’m almost going crazy.”

Me too,” Wang Yang squeezed her hand gently and smiled, “But don’t think of me all the time, be happy! Don’t hurt yourself because of my imprisonment. I won’t be here just for a day or two; you know it’s going to be at least a month, a very long time.” He took her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss, laughing, “When I get out, I want Jessica to still be Jessica, understand?”

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Jessica felt a warmth in her heart and a moisture at the corner of her eyes. She nodded and said, “Yes, Yang, I promise I will! And you have to know, you’re not alone in facing this, we’re in it together! Understand?” Her face radiated a sweet and tender smile as she said, “I don’t know how to put it, but I’ll be waiting for you outside! And no matter what you say, I will come every week.

Thank you. Jessica, you’re truly beautiful!” Wang Yang kissed the back of her hand again, suddenly feeling an urge to say, “When I get out, let’s get married, okay?” But obviously, now was not the right time. He didn’t want to remember in the future when the proposal took place—was it in the visitation room of Rek Island Prison? It seemed cool but also foolish. And he wasn’t sure if he was really ready.

He chuckled, interrupting that thought and said, “Let’s talk about last night’s Oscars? I really didn’t expect to get that little golden man.” Jessica across the table laughingly said, “Yang, I’m so proud of you. Last night I got so excited I jumped up on the couch and nearly fell to the floor…”

The two hadn’t been long without a chat, every day during yard time, Wang Yang would call her for a talk; for safety, the visiting room was equipped with both monitoring cameras and recording devices, so they steered clear of any case-related topics and kept no secrets that might be deemed “confidential

Their conversation was merely the sweet nothings between couples, nothing inappropriate even if the prison were to leak it illegally.

However, 15 minutes flew by quickly, and with a guard’s reminder, they both reluctantly stood. Seeing Wang Yang about to be handcuffed again sent a sharp pain through Jessica’s heart. She took a deep breath and smiled, “Yang, I brought you a few magazines you like.” Wang Yang smiled back and nodded, “Yeah, of course! Then… see you next week.”

Their lips gently touched in a brief kiss, and Wang Yang was then escorted by the guard back to his cell. He sat down at the table, still smiling, while in the bed, little Robert Downey Jr. lazily commented, “A pleasant visit, eh?” Wang Yang glanced at him and seemingly out of the blue, chuckled, “She’s really beautiful.” Little Robert Downey Jr. huffed with a chuckle and turned over.

11 o’clock came around quickly, and the loudspeaker on the wall suddenly blared, “Wang Yang, you have another visitor, Rachel McAdams. Do you want to see her?” Wang Yang lifted his head from the desk, put down his pen, closed the notebookwith the “Prison Break” script, and shouted at the corner, “YES!” Wang Yang shook his head, smiling, with a happy warmth in his heart he murmured to himself, “She really came, I told her not to. Will the paparazzi find out about her? Please, are we going to have a scandal now?”

Visitors needed to provide the inmate’s registration number to the prison, otherwise fans would overwhelm the place. The reason why Rachel had his registration number was naturally because he gave it to her. In his reassuring calls to his good friends, Rachel insisted on visiting him, saying she’d ask Jessica if he refused; he gave her the number after much persuasion but also told her repeatedly she didn’t need to come. Clearly, she didn’t listen.

“Hey, Rachel!” In the visiting room, Wang Yang smiled at the casually dressed Rachel, in her jacket and jeans, “Did you really have to see me in prison garb?” Rachel’s smile revealed her dimples as she replied, “Yes, I’m that kind of bad girl.” Wang Yang just shrugged and laughed, “I guess I don’t have to keep telling you ‘I’m fine, I’m fine’ then, right?”

“No, you don’t. Someone like you can manage well anywhere.” Rachel laughed, her heart finally eased seeing him so energetic, and she encouraged him, “Yang, you’re here now, and everyone says it’s your own doing. I wanted to scold you, but then I also know that’s just you, never giving up, clinging to some things that others might find trivial, like a fool.” She smiled again, “But that’s you, the you everyone loves.”

Wang Yang merely grinned, his heart brimming with even more warmth. She was a beautiful girl, but… he chuckled, “Thank you, Rachel! You really are such a great friend.” Rachel burst into laughter, her face twisting into a comical expression, “I know, you don’t have to keep reminding me! My good friend, Yang.” She giggled again, “By the way, I brought some books for you, I thought you’d like them.”

Hmm, thank you, I love books!” Wang Yang nodded with a smile. It seemed he wouldn’t have to worry about lacking reading material for the next couple of weeks.

The two chatted for about 25 minutes and said goodbye before using up the half-hour limit; Wang Yang also told Rachel there was no need for her to come again next week, and Rachel nodded in agreement.

With a bang, the prison cell door slowly closed, and little Robert Downey Jr. whistled and laughed, “Welcome home!” Wang Yang headed to the desk and chair, laughing disdainfully, “This isn’t my home.” Downey Jr. hummed indifferently and then said with a face full of gossip, “Rachel McAdams… that name sounds familiar, let me guess, is she your lover?”

No, shut your mouth.” Wang Yang finished speaking and ignored him, continuing to work on the story of “Prison Break.” After lunch in the cafeteria, when it was a little past 2 p.m., the speaker in the room rang out again: “Wang Yang, it’s you again! A woman named Natalie Herslag, do you want to see her?

Wang Yang stood up from his chair once more and shouted, “YES!” Natalie had already said she would come, and like Rachel, she was even more determined, claiming that she intended to bring a cannon she bought in Israel to break him out of prison. At that time, he could only respond with a laugh, “Be careful the FBI doesn’t catch you!”

Little Robert Downey Jr. watched him walk to the prison cell door, legs shaking, and said, “Natalie Herslag… let me guess, that’s the actress Natalie Portman, right? Wow, praise myself, so smart! So who is this one now?” Wang Yang glanced back at him and laughed, “Just keep rotting on your bed, old man!”

In the visiting room, Natalie was dressed in casual youthful clothing, with a cartoon dog pattern on her shirt; she seemed somewhat travel-weary, having caught a flight back to New York after the Oscars last night, and then rushed straight to Rek Island. Outside the prison, she was spotted by paparazzi who had staked out the place, bombarded with photography, and had to queue up.. It was truly exhausting! But now, actually seeing him in person, she felt “Whatever, it was worth it.”

“Buddy, you look pretty handsome in a prison uniform!” Natalie sized up Wang Yang, giving a thumbs-up and laughing, “Cool, you wear it with style!” Unable to help himself, Wang Yang burst out laughing, tugging at his light blue shirt, and as he looked it over, he laughed, “Really? I thought it was just me being narcissistic, but it’s not.”

Wang Yang, with a roll of his eyes, laughed and said, “Because the food here is good, and there’s plenty of time. I’m now doing a million push-ups and a million sit-ups every day, so it’s normal to have gotten beefier.” He chuckled, glanced back at the prison guard standing outside the visiting room door and said, “Had enough of the new model Wang Yang? If you’re done, I’m heading back.”

“You’re making me sad,” Natalie shook her head and continued in a light tone in Chinese, “I came all this way, and you don’t feel touched at all?”

With a face of helplessness and innocence, Wang Yang replied in Chinese, “What’s wrong? That expression… I told you not to come.” Looking at her tired face, he truly was grateful, but he couldn’t respond to her “action” in a way that might make her misunderstand, as that would complicate things.

“Ha ha!” Natalie kept staring into his eyes and suddenly burst into a very happy laugh, pointing to her eyes, she laughed, “Don’t forget these are the eyes of a future psychologist, I see right through you!” Shrugging his shoulders, Wang Yang simply replied in Chinese, “You think you’re so smart!” Natalie smiled proudly, no longer dwelling on the subject, and switching back to English she laughed and said, “Yang, there are a lot of your fans outside holding signs and protesting, they recognized me, and then the reporters swarmed in, you know what happened next.”

“Oh, come on!” Wang Yang immediately grasped his forehead in distress. This was really the end of it, even though it was under the guise of a good friend, the rumors would definitely intensify. He looked at the corner camera and said, “Hey, I have no kind of relationship with her! If there’s any, it’s just a gay friend relationship, I’m gay, OK? OK!” Across from him, Natalie burst into laughter. She slapped the table and laughed, “I have to tell Henry this good news! He was right!”

The two of them continued chatting aimlessly until it was almost the half-hour limit. The guard on the other side tapped on the window of the door to remind them, and Natalie reluctantly said, “I hate this the most.” Wang Yang smiled easily and said, “I love it! Finally, I can go back.” Natalie gnashed her teeth and huffed, “Forget it, I won’t argue with you! I brought you a few Daoist books, it should be enough to pass the time.”

More books? Wang Yang couldn’t help but smile and nodded, “That’s more than enough.” Natalie winked at him and said, “I’ll come again next week, how about I bring you a copy of ‘Playboy’?”

Wang Yang, drained of strength, slumped onto the table and muttered, “I’m gay.” Natalie laughed and patted his head gently, “Also, buddy… you’re the real monster! Sorry, I should have said that last night on stage, but I didn’t manage to.”

Buddy.” Wang Yang looked up at her face and for the first time noticed that she seemed quite cute even when not acting like a 13-year-old. He shook his head with a smile, “Thanks. But don’t come next week, I won’t see you if you do.” Natalie playfully slapped his face, laughing casually, “Is that so? We’ll see.”

Bang! The sound of the cell closing woke up Robert Downey Jr. from the lower bunk. He squinted his eyes at Wang Yang, who was shadowboxing, and lazily said, “Magic Yang, just tell me, how many more girls are coming to visit? I need to know if I should bother sleeping.” Wang Yang continued to jump around, punching with his left and right fists, saying, “No more

Over the phone, people like Michael Pitt and Zachary also wanted to visit him, but he declined saying “Thanks, but no need to come.” He didn’t want to disrupt their lives and work because of himself; after all, he would be out soon enough, and it was only Rachel and Natalie who insisted on coming. However, out of the two hours he had for visitation that day, he still had half an hour left; but that couldn’t be redeemed, like converting it into a day off his sentence or anything.

“Wang Yang, someone’s here to see you,” the room’s speaker suddenly blared with the guard’s voice. Downey turned over sharply, with a tone of mirth, “No more? Then who’s that?” Wang Yang was also full of surprise, asking the same question in his mind—who was it? The guard said, “Helen Megel, do you want to see her?”

Hearing this name, Wang Yang was instantly stunned, his heart skipped a beat; maintaining a punching posture, he incredulously said, “What? Helen, how could she…” Downey made a “da da da” sound with his mouth, teasingly saying, “Old flame.” Wang Yang furrowed his brows tightly, what was this about, how could Helen come, how did she have his registration number? He fell silent for a while, then called out, “OK, take me there!”

Wang Yang arrived at the visitor’s room and saw a girl sitting in a chair, dressed in a white women’s casual suit. Her long wavy blonde hair cascaded down, and her beautiful face, with long elegant eyebrows and a pair of expressive big eyes, was looking at him. He took a deep, silent breath and gradually calmed down inside; it really was Helen… Hadn’t they seen each other for over three years? Since he moved to Los Angeles.

“Hi, Helen.” Wang Yang sat down on the chair across from her and, looking at her expressionless face, smiled, “You look good.” Helen gave a small smile and said, “Yeah, Yang, you too.” Hearing this voice, both strange and familiar, Wang Yang suddenly sighed in his heart. This girl… Then, curiously, he asked, “Why do you have my registration number?” Helen smiled and said, “I asked your mom.” Wang Yang immediately went, “Oh,” and nodded, “OK, OK, of course.”

I just wanted to come and see how you were doing.” Helen looked at the man in a light blue prison uniform across from her, the boyfriend she once loved deeply, the one who made her so happy she wanted to give her all to him, and also the one who made her cry for months… Her heart ached a bit, but she smiled calmly and said, “Yang, I don’t know why I came here, but I saw the news about you being imprisoned on TV, newspapers, the internet… everywhere, and I just came, I don’t know.”

Wang Yang nodded again, smiling, “Well, thank you. I guess it’s because you wanted to see ‘that bastard’s pathetic face’ for yourself.”

Helen laughed once, saying, “Sorry for telling you to go to hell back then But…”

acting like a thoughtless kid.” She remembered how she had been angry and sad at the time but had actually been secretly hoping, waiting for his call, ready to forgive him with just a few sweet words. But one day turned into two, one week into two, one month into two, and she didn’t receive a single call or email from him. Damn bastard! She couldn’t help but smile through gritted teeth, “Maybe my reason for coming is just as you said.”

She took a deep breath and continued, “You really are a bastard, forever

So…” Wang Yang didn’t quite know what else to say, “Um, how have you been these past few years? Is Stanford treating you well?” Helen nodded, smiling, “Apart from a not-so-great first semester, the rest has been fun.” Suddenly, Wang Yang asked, “Have you seen my movie?”

How could I have not? I also wanted to know what that guy was up to in Los Angeles.” Helen chuckled and said with a bright voice, “You’re a madman. It’s so funny, that ‘Paranormal Activity’, I really don’t know why so many people, including some of my classmates, believe the story you made up. I’ve always been saying it’s fake, that it couldn’t happen. Then I saw you in the trailer, and I nearly fell off my chair laughing at that moment.”

Wang Yang couldn’t help but grin and laugh heartily. Speaking of the trailer, it was actually his first acting gig. He said, “Not bad acting, right?” Helen’s smile slowly faded, and she said with a smile, “To be honest, the acting was so-so, but your movie was great. Keep it up! And your temper.” She shook her head, smiling as she looked at her hands, “Anyway, so many people love you.” Wang Yang calmed down as well and said, “Thankyou, Helen.”

Take good care of yourself. I’ll be heading back to Stanford after this.” Helen smiled at him, and after a moment of silence between them, she said with a smile, “Alright, I know you like reading, so I’ve brought you a few books, ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’, and a collection of Kafka’ s works

Books again! Hearing the name Kafka, Wang Yang’s eyes widened, and he exclaimed, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, you want me to kill myself by reading Kafka now?” Helen shrugged slightly and said, “If you’re thinking that way, then maybe try ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’.”

laugh, “I know what you like.” He always said that reading should match the environment and mood to gain the fullest immersion and understanding.

She paused, then added softly with a

“Hmm, thankyou.” Wang Yang nodded earnestly, watching her stand and walk towards the exit of the visitation room. He smiled and said, “Goodbye, Helen Helen looked back at him, a sweet smile on her face, and waved, “Goodbye, bastard.”

At night, in the cell, Wang Yang was in a good mood as he looked at the big stack of letters on the desk that had been checked. He read them one by one, Will Smith’s, Joshua’s, Michael Pitt’s… After going through all the letters and tidying them away, his gaze moved to the tall pile of books that four girls had brought him. He laughed at himself mockingly, picked up “The Count of Monte Cristo,” and flipped through it casually, imagining that strong-willed girl at the age of 16…

They had once shared a beautiful past, sweet memories, and also plenty of terrible arguments, to the extent that they were almost engaged; but what of it? It had already ended long ago, starting with that phone call from Helen. There couldn’t be any more stories. Neither he nor Helen were those kinds of people, and besides, he now had a girlfriend whom he loved, and she had a boyfriend. What was over was over.

Wang Yang put down “The Count of Monte Cristo” and picked up a romance novel, a new book brought by Rachel, a good friend. He set down the book and continued, thumbing through the Chinese books Natalie had brought, which included the “Tao Te Ching,” “Zhuangzi”… Why would she send these scriptures? He smiled puzzledly shaking his head, when suddenly he discovered a page in “Zhuangzi” with a bright red lipstick mark and a line of Chinese characters next to it, “Surprise!”

This girl…” Wang Yang couldn’t help but burst into laughter, tickled by the girl’s capricious nature; sometimes her thoughts were completely unpredictable. While indeed “surprising,” such a move wouldn’t do. He laughed and tore out that page, casually folding it into a frail paper airplane and tossing it onto the desk.

Then, he put down “Zhuangzi” and picked up the magazines Jessica had brought, some film-related, some about basketball—his usual favorites; he couldn’t help but exclaim with a smile, “How nice!” He did indeed like reading novels like “The Count of Monte Cristo” and was very interested in Taoist culture, but what is life? These magazines, that’s what. And among the four girls, Jessica was the one who made him feel most comfortable and happiest in his daily life; this was why he was madly in love with her.

Wang Yang, interested, was about to start reading the basketball magazine when Robert Downey Jr., whistling, came over wanting to take a book. Wang Yang slapped his hand hard, forbidding, “No way, I haven’t read it yet! You can’t look at it first.” Downey Jr. scoffed and walked away, muttering, “Stingy!” Wang Yang, while reading the magazine, said with a laugh, “Robert, it seems like no one came to visit you today, eh? Not a single gift was sent your way

Downey Jr. went to the toilet, unzipping his pants to pee, speaking casually, “Yes, you’ve won.” Amid the sound of his pee, he suddenly heard Wang Yang ask, “Robert, what’s it like to take drugs?” Downey Jr. turned to look at him, smiling, “What are you trying to say?” Wang Yang shrugged, reading up on the latest NCAA info in the magazine, “Just wondering.”

Hmm

then said with a sigh, “It can give you whatever you want.” Wang Yang laughed heartily, looking up at him, his voice dripping with disdain, “Including an Oscar for Best Actor?” Downey Jr. didn’t respond, and Wang Yang added, “Freedom? But all I see is you trapped in this ridiculous little room.” Downey Jr. stayed silent, and Wang Yang laughed again, “Love? Today, not a single person came to ask after you, hahaha

Downey Jr., having buttoned up his pants, pondered for a moment,

Downey Jr. just shrugged silently.

“Let’s not talk about that.” Wang Yang stopped laughing and said seriously, “Can it help you win an arm wrestle against me? Think about it, old man!” Downey Jr. took a couple of steps to sit on the bed, looking at him with a playful smile, “Wow! How’s that saying go? A strong man saves himself, a wise man saves others. Mighty Yang, it seems you want to save me?”

Without looking up, Wang Yang replied with a smile, “Whatever, I just see you looking so pitiful, like a little dog hoping to be petted; I can’t be indifferent Suddenly remembering something, he said, “Oh, that’s right! Buddy, your birthday is coming up soon, isn’t it? Let’s see how many people will come and wish you a ‘Happy Birthday.'”

Donny’s expression became somewhat serious as he leaned on the bed frame, smiling, “Buddy, don’t get too smug just yet. You’ve only done a few days behind bars, not even a week. And me? I did 17 months! Let me tell you

frowned deeply, speaking slowly, “At first, they always come to visit you, care about you; the media keeps reporting on you. But soon, very slowly, the media stops paying attention to you, no more visits, they even get annoyed by your phone calls… You? You’ll be forgotten.”

Hearing this, Wang Yang fell somewhat silent; would he be forgotten by everyone? Would everyone gradually drift away from him? No, it wouldn’t happen. He chuckled, shaking his head, “Maybe I’ll get out soon; maybe I’ll have to serve a long time, the media might gradually forget about me, movie fans might gradually forget about me, but! Not my family, not Jessica…”

Hmm, Jessica, that’s a nice name, isn’t it?” Donny laughed heartily with a look of reminiscence in his eyes, remembering a woman named Sarah Jessica Parker. He said, “Jessica… Oh, that was a long, long time ago. Were we 19? Or 21? Yes, I was young once too.” He laughed self-deprecatingly, “Back then, I used to say to her, ‘Jessie, I love you! You’re really great, we’ll get married, we’ll happily be together.’ She would say, ‘Robert, I love you, I won’t leave you!’…”

As he talked, he suddenly stopped, his breathing becoming a bit heavier. That good woman had stayed by his side for seven years, yet she still left him… He was binge-drinking, using drugs, but after each hangover, she wouldn’t say anything, just quietly tidy his clothes, drive him to the set, providing him a warm home… But he, why could he be so selfish?

Go on, why don’t you continue?” Wang Yang looked at Donny’s reddened eyes, sighed inwardly; was it really that hard to get rid of drugs? He said loudly, “Donny, that’s you, not me! I won’t do drugs, and I certainly won’t let the person I love be utterly hopeless about me!”

He slapped the table with a magazine with a snort and said humorously, “Donny, you ended up like this, who do you think you can blame? Your Jessica? Why did she leave you? Why did your later wife and son also leave you? Why is your life such a mess? You know.” He waved his hand dismissively, “You know what? Right now, you’re just a piece of laughable, pitiable scum, get lost!”

Hahaha! Yes, I am a piece of scum; I don’t deny that. Haha

his belly as he laughed uproariously until tears streamed down his face. Wiping his eyes, he chuckled, “Maybe everything is my fault; maybe you’re right, maybe your Jessica won’t leave you…” Wang Yang interrupted him, shouting, “Sorry, not maybe, it’s YES.”

Donny held

Donny shrugged indifferently, “OK, let it be then! But kid, heh heh chuckled in a bizarre tone, pointed at Wang Yang, and said with a laugh, “But you haven’t tasted what it’s like to be in prison yet, unless you get out tomorrow, otherwise, it’s coming for you right away!” After that, he turned over and lay on the bed. After a while, he stuck his head out again, covering his mouth with one hand, whisperingagain softly, “It’s coming for you right away.”

Bring it on! When it conies, I’ll kill it.” Wang Yang smiled and continued reading the magazine in his hands.