On my wedding day in 1994, I wanted to throw her the champagne flower ball I was holding, because I thought she was the most suitable person, and I wanted to give this joy to her, but I didn't know where she was.
Shortly after the wedding, my friend and I were having tea at the Grand Hyatt Hotel when we received a call from her, "Where are you?" I want to throw the flower ball to you..."
I said a whole bunch of things, and she only smiled softly on the other end of the phone, "I'm in Chiang Mai and I have a set of ruby jewelry for you." ”
That was my last conversation with her.
In 1980, she was in Los Angeles, I was in San Francisco, she drove to see me, we went to Union Square to visit the department store, and neither of us really wanted to buy anything. Before leaving the store, she asked me to wait, and it turned out that she ran to buy a bottle of perfume for me.
We had a drink and she drove back without dinner. It was the first time we had met, and we weren't familiar with each other and didn't know what to say, but I was deeply touched by the sincerity with which she had made me a friend.
The relationship with her is not deep. She's mysterious, and if she doesn't want to be disturbed, you can't contact her.
We appreciate each other. The level of appreciation for her is that the boyfriend empathizes with her, and if the object is her, I never mind.
I didn't see her much, I traveled to Paris in 1990, when she lived in Paris, and this was the longest time I spent with her. Because we are in Paris and have no baggage of fame, we are very comfortable showing our true disposition.
I would ask her to go to the Champs Elysées for roadside coffee, to see passers-by and enjoy the romance of Paris. She also invited me to the French restaurant La Tour d'Argent for the signature duck meal there.
I remember that night she and I were all dressed up, and everyone put on new clothes from the day shopping, and I was wearing a shiny black straight Emporio Armani suspender skirt with a string of Chanel beads around my neck.
The knee-length dress she wore, although it was black, had a clear layer of clothing style and fabric. The hem is a lace pleated skirt with a black ribbon at the waist, featuring a black chiffon on the upper body embellished with many small dots of embroidered flowers of the same color, which are looming.
What surprised me the most was that she was confident that she was wearing nothing inside, and I didn't dare to look straight at her chest all night.
We walked into the restaurant, and before we could sit down, we heard the sound of knives and forks on the plates behind us falling to the ground. I think this waiter must have been very upset that he was careless. She couldn't help but snicker, "You see, that little boy saw that we were so amazed that the dishes were unstable." ”
Teresa Teng and Lin Qingxia, photographed by Shen Yun in Paris
A few times ate in a restaurant and heard the pianist playing beautiful music, she would personally serve him a glass of champagne and then say a few words of praise to him.
She was polite to all who served her, always carrying a hundred or two hundred francs of paper money in her pockets, ready for small expenses. I saw that she gave too many times, and in exchange for some fifty for her, she resolutely refused to accept it.
Once in the car she took out a cassette (there was no disc at that time) and showed it to me, which contained three famous songs that she had re-recorded, and it turned out that during that time she was studying vocal music in England, and she was very serious about explaining to me how to use her tongue, throat and dantian to sing more roundly.
For me, who has no musical cells, although I can't understand or distinguish the difference from the previous songs, I have deep admiration for her spirit of pursuit of perfection and excellence.
One day at her house for lunch, the car was parked in the basement parking lot of the building, which was empty, passing through several cloisters, and also deserted.
Stepping out of the elevator and entering the apartment in the noble residential area of Paris, as soon as you enter the door, there is a log table in the middle of the hall, the floor is colored with mosaic marble, and the ceiling seems to have a crystal lamp.
That day she was eaten a light white fried rice noodle, and she was taken care of by a Chinese maid. My dream all along was to have a small apartment in Paris, and she was more perfect than I had dreamed of. But what I felt was loneliness.
In those days, we don't remember much about what we said, only the happy times we spent in Paris.
After a pleasant trip to Paris, we returned to Hong Kong together, and on the plane I asked her if she was alone and didn't she feel lonely? She said that fortune tellers said that she was destined to leave her hometown and well, which was better for her.
The plane landed slowly in Hong Kong, and our nerves gradually began to tense, she proposed that we get off the plane separately, and I let her go first. The next day, the whole of Hong Kong made large headlines about her return to Hong Kong.
On the eve of the arrival of 2013, I was on vacation in South Africa, because I could not sleep, opened the curtains, the window was full of stars, arching over the orange moon covered with layers of mist, poetic, I thought of her, and whispered "the moon represents my heart" in my mouth.
When she left suddenly, I felt that the friendship between us should not end like this.
Over the years she often appeared in my dreams, and in the dream she was the same as the real woman - a mysterious woman. The wonderful thing is that in the dream, the world thought she had gone to heaven, but I knew that she was still on earth.
8 January 2013
After acting in a hundred plays and a hundred roles, the most difficult role is myself, because the script has to be written by myself, and it is not easy to write a good script.
At the busiest time of my acting career, I was playing six different roles in six plays at the same time, and I forgot to play myself. One day, standing in front of the mirror, I saw a strange face.
"Who am I?" I asked myself. "What do I like?" "What don't I like?" "Why am I not happy?"
I couldn't answer, only to find out that I didn't know when I started losing myself.
Always remember those two happy afternoons.
I was thirty that year, and on a clear afternoon, my girlfriend and I had not yet changed our pajamas, and were lazily reclining in her small apartment in New York, and I was holding an eyebrow pencil to teach her to draw her eyebrows, when I suddenly heard a noisy gong and drum outside the window, and before I could change my clothes, I stuffed my pajamas into my skirt and added a trench coat and ran outside.
We were caught in the crowd, after the parade was far away, my friends and I walked to Central Park, leaning on a long wooden chair, I squinted my eyes to enjoy the breeze brushing my face, blowing my hair, lifting the corner of my skirt, walking through a few Chinese in front of me, I was about to sit up straight, but found that people did not pay attention to the casual and lazy Lin Qingxia on the wooden chair, and for a moment I enjoyed the feeling of no one paying attention to you.
It turns out that happiness can be so simple, no need for costumes and no jewelry.
Teresa Teng and Lin Qingxia on the beach in Cannes, Shen Yun photographed
In the summer of '90s, Teresa and I went on a holiday to the south of France, where we sunbatheed warmly on the seaside beaches of Cannes. Many French women took off their bikini blouses and calmly greeted the sun, and no one around was surprised or exchanged for strange eyes. No one there knew who was Lin Qingxia and who was Teresa Teng.
I let down my guard, stripped off my arms, and like a French woman, I took off my shirt and wore sunglasses and lay on a beach chair to meet nature, and Teresa Teresa circled around me, muttering, "I absolutely will not!" I would never do that! I absolutely..."
The voice slowly grew softer from a firmly affirmative tone. It didn't take long for my index finger to hook the date-red bikini blouse and rush into the sea with her.
She finally persevered in liberation.
We smile proudly in the embrace of nature, in the blue sea and sky, calmly facing the crowd. Suddenly, I remembered that happy afternoon in New York, when my soul was liberated from the invisible shackles!
I thought she must have the same feelings as me.
Teresa and I don't often meet, but somewhere in our hearts is connected, and since we were teenagers, we have grown up under the flash and the eyes of everyone, each holding on to our posts, playing the role assigned to us with all our hearts, and being able to be ourselves back to very few moments.
That afternoon at sunny beaches in the south of France was especially precious to us. At that time, I was me, she was her, and we all played ourselves back.
11 October 2008