At thirty-one, Yuan Jia saw Ye Zhen again at a planning meeting for a film company. Watching this walking fire hazard smoke two packs in the two-hour meeting and curse people in every way imaginable, Yuan Jia couldn't connect her with the timid, sweet little girl she'd known back then.
After holding herself back for two hours, Yuan Jia finally snatched the cigarette Ye Zhen had raised to her lips just as she lit her last one, and crushed it out hard in the ashtray.
"Ms. Ye, I've been off cigarettes for a long time. Could you stop smoking in front of me?"
Only after the two-hour meeting did Ye Zhen's eyes meet Yuan Jia's for the first time. Smoke from the still-burning cigarette swirled before Ye Zhen's eyes, lending a hazy quality to the scorn in her gaze.
"Does the person who got me hooked on smoking have any right to put out my cigarettes?"
A little story about a laid-back indie director and an actress forced to change careers, both coasting through show business and making money.
Half showbiz, half campus story.
So I don't leave my readers hanging, I, Little Lin, have decided to write a hundred thousand words before posting.
