After witnessing the captivating scene where Chen Jianan politely shooed away a pair of mandarin ducks with a knife, the atmosphere among the couples around them shifted dramatically. The couples, initially wrapped in the throes of love seemed to regress from their modern, free-spirited ways to embrace a more traditional and conservative mindset.

Suddenly, the aura of the movie theater was filled with a sense of reverence as the couples sat upright, becoming deeply engrossed in the righteous deeds of the on-screen knights who valiantly battled against darkness and injustice. 

As the film progressed into its latter half, Qiao Jianan and Chen Jianan found themselves immersed in the cinematic experience without the distraction of the former perplexed couple. Chen Jianan, in particular, after the little disturbance he enjoyed the movie thoroughly.

Coming out of the theater, the bustling sounds of the city surrounded them in the cool night air, their senses still tingling from the movie’s excitement. They stumbled upon a roadside vendor selling sugarcane, intrigued, they each purchased a piece and strolled along the street leisurely, side by side.

Qiao noticed a spark of enthusiasm in Chen Jianan’s eyes and asked casually: “Do you think this movie is good?” 

Chen Jianan nodded: “While the movie was entertaining, the martial arts scenes lacked authenticity in my eyes; they felt somewhat artificial and unconvincing.”

Qiao Wen laughed: “Filming a fight scene in a movie is a far cry from engaging in an actual physical battle; how can the authenticity compare?”

Chen Jianan shook his head indifferently: “Anyway, if I were to do it, I would strive to elevate the martial arts sequences to a level of realism that truly captivates and leaves viewers on the edge of their seats, craving for more.

Qiao Wen said: “Fine, when we have enough money to make a movie, you’ll be in charge of the martial arts.”

Chen Jianan patted his chest and said, “I’m not exaggerating, but if I were a dragon-tiger martial arts stuntman, the fighting scenes would definitely be better than today’s movie.” 

While his words were lighthearted, akin to a child lost in a world of limitless fantasy, Qiao Wen took every word to his heart, holding onto it with a sense of promise and possibility.

In the next two or three decades, the film industry would become one of the most important industries in this city, solidifying its position as a powerhouse that etched itself into the annals of history. Many people have created myths in this industry and become idols worshipped by peoples.  

In this metropolis, where fortunes were built and shattered with the turn of a tide, the silver screen emerged as the ultimate canvas for those daring enough to craft stories that resonated across time. 

While wealth could be amassed through the stock market and savvy real estate dealings, reaping profits that were forecasted well in advance, neither venture holds the promise of artistic fulfillment. In essence, they equate to a capitalistic pursuit, extracting every ounce of resource with little regard for the creative spirit.

Movies, however, transcend this cold transactional nature. Despite not always directly benefiting the populace or the nation, it bore the weight of cultural significance. A well-crafted film, when executed with finesse, had the power to command respect and immortalize its creators, securing a hallowed place in the pages of history.

Besides, he was very interested in movies.

While he was deep in thought, Chen Jianan had already begun showcasing the martial arts moves enthusiastically. “Just a moment ago, during the fight scene between the hero and the villain, the villain executed a powerful hook punch.” Chen Jianan explained animatedly. “For that, the hero should smoothly arch his back, executing a perfectly timed somersault to land a precise kick squarely on the villain’s chin. This not only added a realistic touch to the scene but also made it visually stunning. It is imperative to focus on authenticity rather than resorting to exaggerated theatrics, like leaping into the air to step on one’s opponent’s head needlessly.” 

He retracted his hand movement and continued, “I’ve heard that with the decline of Beijing opera’s popularity in recent years, many martial arts practitioners turned to the silver screen, taking on roles as stunt performers. The stunts derive from opera techniques, and though aesthetically pleasing, they lack the essence of traditional martial arts. I believe a foundation in mastery of martial arts brings a different depth and authenticity to the performance.”

Qiao Wen acknowledged Chen Jianan’s insights with admiration: “You truly have a keen eye for detail!”

Chen Jianan was so embarrassed by his praise that he waved his hands: “I have never seen how people make movies, just talking nonsense.” 

Qiao Wen said: “Your perspective is indeed illuminating.” 

In a playful gesture, Chen Jianan threw an arm around Qiao Xin’s shoulders, and quipped, “You just keep praising me. Aren’t you afraid that I will float up?”

Qiao Wen also laughed: “If you want to float up, I will hold you back.”

Chen Jianan simply hooked his neck: “You still want to hold me with this little strength?”

Not one to back down from banter, Qiao Wen slyly placed a hand on Chen Jianan’s waist, playfully tickling him. Who would have known the great villain in the book who wasn’t afraid of hardship and blood was surprisingly vulnerable to tickling – seized Qiao Wen’s hand, calling for respite amidst fits of laughter after just a few tickles.

As the late-night hour enveloped the quiet street, only a handful of pedestrians strolled along the deserted road. The playful banter between Chen Jianan and Qiao Wen was abruptly interrupted by the unexpected arrival of two foreigners strolling arm in arm, looking very intimate.

As the foreigners passed by, one of the men cast a discerning glance at Chen Jianan’s hand intertwined with Qiao Wen’s, a knowing smirk coloring his expression. As if to say that, we are the same kind.

Caught off guard by this subtle yet unnerving exchange, Chen Jianan felt an involuntary tremor course through him, prompting him to let go of Qiao Xiao’s hand hastily, and spat in a low voice: “These foreigners are really uncivilized. They dare to engage in homosexuality on the street. It’s simply corrupting the morals.” Then he puffed out his chest as if to cover up his own guilt, “Xiao Qiao, don’t worry, I won’t learn to be as perverted as them.”

Qiao Wen: “???”

Perplexed by Chen Jianan’s reaction, Qiao Wen looked at him suspiciously but saw him speaking righteously and calmly. He frowned slightly and thought of his previous suspicion, but he only thought about it for a moment and dismissed it, thinking that he was overthinking. 

He breathed a sigh of relief and said: “Men and women, men and men, women and women, as long as you are willing and do not affect other people’s lives, it is all normal. We can’t say others are perverted because of this.”

Chen Jianan was taken aback by his reply, asked him dumbfoundedly: “Do you not think it is abnormal for men to love another man?”

“Of course not.”

Chen Jianan felt mixed feelings and the emotions he suppressed for a while bubbled up again, but was still not sure, he asked tentatively, “Then Brother Fei plays with both men and women, isn’t he a pervert?”

Qiao Wen laughed: “He is forcing others, so of course it’s another matter.”

“That’s true.” Chen Jianan nodded thoughtfully, then grinned, as if suddenly enlightened, “I see.”

Qiao Wen asked: “What do you know?”

Chen Jianan said: “It’s not perverted for a man to love a man.”

Qiao Wen chuckled lightly: “That’s right.”

— — 

These days, Qiao Wen’s routine largely consisted of poring over the real estate ads in the local newspapers, meticulously scanning for a place he could finally call a shot. Finally, the much-anticipated New Year arrived, it also marked a milestone in Qiao Wen’s life, signaling that he had traversed more than half a year in this world. 

It was truly remarkable how adaptable humans can be, and Qiao Wen was no exception. Before he could realize it, he had acclimated to his new identity, finding a sense of comfort in the unfamiliar. Though not exactly like a fish out of water, he was navigating this phase of life with remarkable grace, and also live with an open heart and mind. 

The onset of this New Year held a special significance for both the elders and the younger generation of the Qiao family, especially Granny Qiao. Witnessing her grandson’s remarkable improvement in health, and his promising future was her wildest dream she could not dare to imagine but hoped for, now her years of prayer and dream finally materialized, joy overflowed within her, prompting a desire to commemorate the occasion in grandeur. 

The air was filled with anticipation and warmth, in the kitchen, the clinking of utensils and the sizzle of enticing aromas filled the air as Grandma Qiao carefully curated a lavish spread of tantalizing dishes, each prepared with love and unwavering attention to detail. Qiao Wen indulged to his heart’s content until his stomach protruded slightly before he put down his chopstick.

For the common people, the advent of the New Year represents more than just a change in date; it embodies a profound belief in the power of new beginnings and the transformative nature of time itself. It was as if the mere arrival of the New Year had the power to transform all hardships and suffering into trivial matters, making space for joy and celebration. 

The night before New Year’s Day transformed the usually quiet city into a vibrant tapestry of celebration, breaking down barriers and bringing people closer together in a shared celebration of life and all its possibilities, the air was filled with the laughter and chatter of neighbors, transcending the walls of even the most secluded homes, infusing them with a sense of communal joy and togetherness.

As the clock approached midnight, there came a knock on the Qiao family’s door, signaling Chen Jianan’s arrival. Adhering to the tradition of refraining from visiting neighbors on New Year’s Eve, Chen Jianan remained outside, and shouted: “Xiao Qiao, quickly come with me to the rooftop to set off firecrackers.”

Grandma laughed and waved her hand: “Go ahead.”

Qiao Wen excitedly donned his coat and dashed outside, akin to a child on a grand adventure.

Trailing behind Chen Jianan and Haozi were a lively group of young boys from the Tang Building. Their youthful exuberance was evident as they swarmed upwards, their laughter and footsteps echoing through the stairwell like a herd of playful rabbits.

Their building has ten floors in total. Despite Qiao Wen’s best efforts, he found himself gasping for air after just three floors. Seeing this,, Chen Jianan gallantly scooped him up onto his back, zipping up the stairs like a speeding rocket, leaving the other boys trailing behind.

He put Qiao Wen down while panting, asked Haozi to set up the fireworks and firecrackers, and then told the boys to stand far away and not to come near.

On the rooftop of the Tang Building, the excitement bubbled up like the youthful laughter of the boys gathered there. The cold night air nipped at their cheeks, adding a tingling thrill to the New Year’s Eve festivities. Chen Jianan’s gaze alternating between the watch on his wrist and the dark sky above.

Curious and excited, one of the boys inquired, “Brother, when do we light them?”

Chen Jianan looked at the watch through the lights on New Year’s Eve, and said, “Listen to my command.”

“Receive.”

“Five, four, three, two, one, light it!”

Haozi hurriedly struck a match, and lit firecrackers and fireworks to welcome the new year. A moment later, the crackling sound resonated through the air as the firecrackers explosively announced the arrival of New Year. Subsequently, the fireworks soared into the night sky, illuminating it with a spectacular array of colors that captivated everyone’s attention.

The little ones were excited and scared at the same time, their reactions manifested in a blend of joyful jumps and screams while tightly clutching their heads.

Qiao Wen, too, was overwhelmed by the sudden barrage of firecracker sounds. Just as he was about to cover his ears, a warm hand covered his – it was Chen Jianan.

He enjoyed his affectionate kindness. Qiao Wen looked up at the mesmerizing fireworks illuminating the night sky, feeling a sense of pure joy and childlike happiness that seemed to have been long forgotten. 

In the midst of the booming celebrations, Qiao Wen couldn’t contain his joy as he shouted: “Brother Nan, Happy New Year!” 

Chen Jianan responded with a hearty laugh, returning the greeting loudly: “Xiao Qiao, Happy New Year!” 

Surrounded by the brilliant bursts of fireworks that illuminated the night, they welcomed the new year with open hearts and infectious happiness.

The first dawn of the New Year boomed with happiness, and endless hope, with everyone. Despite staying up late to welcome the turn of the year on New Year’s Eve, Qiao Wen managed to rouse early the next morning. The lively sounds of gongs and drums echoing from downstairs, piqued his curiosity, he peered out of the window to witness a mesmerizing lion dance in progress. Intrigued by the vibrant display, he retrieved two red envelopes from the table and slipped them into his pocket before hurriedly making his way downstairs to join the jubilant crowd. 

The pair of vibrant lions effortlessly captivated the crowd with their graceful movements and synchronized leaps with lively roars, showcasing a remarkable level of discipline and skill that left spectators in awe. The lead lion, in particular, stood out not only for its exceptional dancing abilities but also for its endearing playfulness and mischievous antics. With each stall it approached, it would execute a series of spirited jumps and tumbles, feigning fierceness and then transitioning into a sweet, spoiled kid before extracting a banner from its mouth with the words “Wishing you prosperity.” Which made the owner delighted before stuffing red envelopes into its beckoning mouth.

With the red envelope in its mouth, the lion would delicately shake its head, wag its tail, and give it a couple of affectionate rubs before resuming its lively procession.

However, when it reached Qiao Wen, the lion heightened the theatrics by circling him twice before affectionately nuzzling against him. Amused by the lion’s gestures, Qiao Wen laughed heartily before stuffing a red envelope into its mouth, prompting the lion to playfully gulp it down with glee. The lion, not content with this exchange, continued to lavish attention on him, persistently rubbing against him and even affectionately “kissing” him with its lion-like mouth, leaving Qiao Wen chuckling at the unexpected display of affection.

He was just like a lecherous lion who was attracted by Qiao Wen’s beauty.

The surrounding bystanders erupted into laughter at the endearing scene, while the percussionists intensified their drumming and cymbal clashing. Qiao Xi, feeling both amused and exasperated, attempted to nudge the lion’s head away, only for the unpredictable creature to dramatically collapse to the ground, rolling under his gentle prods.

Touch the porcelain lion.

Qiao Wen looked at the lion on the ground, its mane ruffled and playfully sprawled all four- truly embodying the mischievous nature of a scoundrel. Seeing that there were still people waiting to watch, he leaned over and stuffed another red envelope into the lion’s mouth, whispering: “Brother Nan, that’s enough.” 

A faint exclamation escaped the lion’s head, and as its crimson-stained maw widened, revealing the familiar dark eyes of Chen Jianan peered back at him intently, questioning: “How do you know it is me?” 

Qiao Wen curled his lips and said, “No other lion is as shameless as you.”

The huffing breath of Haozi came from behind, grumbling: “Brother, you’re tiring me out.” 

Exposed but undeterred, Chen Jianan rose with a grin, the lion head swaying as he tenderly nuzzled Qiao Wen before proceeding along their path.

Just as their attention settled back on the performance, Qiao Wen’s keen eye caught sight of a peculiar group of men emerging amidst the bustling crowd, each carrying luggage in their hands. 

Chen Jianan’s wagging lion happened to pass by one of them. He shook his head and rubbed against the man. The man seemed to pay attention to customs, took out a red envelope, stuffed it into the lion’s mouth, and ruffled his lion’s head affectionately.

Within the enchanting walled city teeming with fish and dragons, the influx of outsiders was not an uncommon sight, especially on the auspicious occasion of New Year, a time for familial reunions and joyous gatherings.

Yet, likely due to his military background, Qiao Wen’s instincts honed in on subtle details that many may overlook. Despite the unassuming attire of these newcomers, their fluid, walking posture and piercing, steely gazes subtly set them apart from the usual throng of individuals traversing the bustling streets.

They were all people who had held guns.