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Zhou Yu!

To get to your heart, Sometimes my voice becomes fragile

Gentle breeze caresses The eel-shaped ice crack

Xan Hu, the enchanted celadon

Melting in my hands Soft as your skin

She spills over, my Xan Hu

Totally filled by you Totally filled by you

Thank you.

This poem is making the statement, "Each day we go.."

What were you saying? Say again? Come on, tell me.

Here, sir, you get on first. Come on, there you go.

How did this happen?

The style is inspired by Qing dynasty painting, so elegant.

This really is a beautiful object.

Do you know about these things?

Did a woman paint this? Mister, did that woman paint this?

Don't touch other people's things!

- Don't you know better? - You've got it wrong.

I've been looking after it because I'm afraid it might break.

Mister, did she paint it?

- Zhou Yu. - Hi.

- An old buddy, Dr. Zhang. - How do you do?

They all love the vase you painted.

Even that connoisseur over there says that it's well done.

So now you want to speak to her?

Last time Zhou Yu fainted on the train, I asked you to see what's wrong.

And what did you say? "I'm a vet!"

Was that you?

But I was telling the truth.

What if something went wrong?

If I'd known, I would've been a people doctor instead of an animal doctor.

Did you paint this?

So nice. It's really not bad.

- I painted it a long time ago. - Then you painted well in the past.

Is this royal porcelain?

Are you that naive? Or are you just joking?

- Talking about royal porcelain. - I really don't know!

This vase says something about you.

What does it say?

You were in a very good mood when you painted it.

You were young and in love. First love?

You are very inquisitive.

I don't mean to pry. I am just intrigued.

Do you want to sell it?

You're giving it to your boyfriend, aren't you?

That's right.

So?

I don't think that's appropriate.

You painted it for your ex, and now you are giving it to your current boyfriend.

It's not good at all. I have a suggestion.

Paint a new vase, and sell this one to me.

I am not selling.

Don't rush your decision. Why don't you think about it?

What is it with you? For the last time, it's not for sale.

Hey, let's talk about this.

You have two options. First, you are not famous.

Though the vase is well done, if you don't sell it, it has no value.

But if you sell it to me, that would be different. The vase takes on value.

There is another choice. You wanna know what it is?

What?

Hey!

Thank you.

Hello.

Chen Ching and I lived in the same city.

We both lived on the same street by the river.

In front of our doors were the same ancient steps.

I believe we must have passed each other before.

But it was a business trip to San Ming that brought Chen Ching to Zhou Yu..

a woman who paints on porcelain.

I saw you in a dream

Moving like a pool Of swirling bubbles

Dancing gracefully

Slowly consuming me

Consuming the night

Consuming you

Is this you?

Did you come by train?

You didn't think I'd bring your bag back to you?

It's so far from San Ming to Chongyang.

Is this for me?

Since we met that time, I wrote you a poem every day.

Why are you running?

What is your name?

- Zhou Yu! - I'm Chen Ching!

I know.

To get to your heart

Sometimes my voice

Sometimes my voice..

Zhou Yu grew up by the train tracks.

Years later, she would fall in love with Chen Ching because of a poem.

- A pair, see? - What do you think?

These days you could paint anything and it would be great.

To Chongyang!

Here, sir, you get on first. Come on, there you go.

May I come in?

Please. Please.

So many books.

It's an old library.

- What are you doing? - This..

Xiao Yu.

Miss. Miss, if you are not eating, please go back to your seat.

- It's okay, she's my guest. - Okay, then.

I've seen you many times.

- You remind me of my father. - Do I look that old?

Almost.

- Which route does your father work? - He retired a long time ago.

You go to Chongyang twice a week. Are you in sales?

No.

Only salespeople travel like that.

Twice a week to Chongyang is pretty tough.

I'm used to it.

The train reminds me of home.

Running from place to place, something is bound to happen.

Why do you travel to Chongyang?

To visit my boyfriend.

Chen Ching!

- Look, it's in the paper! - What is it?

Your poem, "My Xan Hu," by Chen Ching.

- I know. - Why didn't you tell me?

- It's nothing. - It's not nothing. Look!

She spills over my Xan Hu

Totally filled by you Totally filled by you

Chen Ching.

Did you really write this?

I am Chen Ching.

What?

All the love in the world

Cannot heal my sorrow when we are apart

All the tears are saved for myself

If I vanish You would hear nothing but silence

All the tears are saved for myself

If I vanish You would hear nothing but silence

Zhou Yu's Train, A Collection of Poetry by Chen Ching

I want to know more about Chen Ching..

and to better understand his poetry.

He is like a shadow in a dream.

I don't know who he is, and he would never talk about his past.

Even though all that he gave me was from his past.

Hello?

Why did you buy the pager without telling me?

You can page me the poems you write.

Then I can be the first to read them.

- Why? Don't you like it? - No, I don't.

Hello?

- Hello? - What time will you finish work?

I still don't know.

- Then I won't wait. - Where are you going?

Don't worry.

Zhou Yu.

Do you like my poems, or do you like me, the person?

I like..

the poet.

Chen Ching.

Have you thought about the future?

No, not really. Things are pretty good now.

Lots of books to read in the library, no distractions.

What about me?

Of course there's you.

Chen Ching.

Tell me, do I distract you?

That's not what I meant.

Zhou Yu, that's not what I meant!

Not what I meant at all.

Zhou Yu.

Thank you for inviting me.

I've never been here before.

I'll try my best to help.

Mr. Chen's poems are pretty good.

But honestly, you haven't established your name yet.

So you won't be able to get a publisher.

It's not as easy as getting published in a newspaper.

- Eat. Don't let it get cold. - But there is another way.

You could use your own money to publish your book.

You raise the funds, and I can take care of the publishing.

How about it?

How much will it cost?

I'm afraid you'll have to spend a bit of money.

- Help yourself, please. - A toast. To the two of you.

Someone's fainted. Can you come and take a look?

No, it's none of my business.

You know I'm a vet. I can't look after human beings.

- Come on. Just take a look. - No, no, no.

Paging 56632.

I'll leave a message.

Are you feeling better?

If you don't feel well, don't run around anymore.

I'm quite busy with work anyhow.

Take care.

I'll call you later.

Do you like my poems, or do you like me, the person?

- Hey! - Be seated. Be seated!

Be seated, be seated.

What's going on? Hey. I asked you a question.

Why did you break such a pretty vase?

I didn't break it! I wanted to buy it!

I'm sorry.

I don't know if this is enough to make up for your vase.

Looking for your cigarettes?

You left them on the table.

I broke the vase. It has nothing to do with you.

You are a real character. You really scared me just now.

Where do you want to go?

Away from you.

- Excuse me, where is the next station? - Xan Hu Station.

- How much? - Three-fifty each.

Two, please.

It's another half-hour before the next train.

Where are you going?

To look for the Xan Hu.

Are you for real?

Xan Hu is only the name of the station. It doesn't mean there's a lake.

Please, I'm begging you. It's pouring now. Can't we do this some other day?

This poem says that there is a beautiful lake called Xan Hu.

This can't be the right place.

No, we are definitely at the right spot. It's right there. There you go, Xan Hu!

Can we go now? I have pigs to attend to at the train.

My boyfriend wrote this poem for me.

He compares me to the Xan Hu.

He wouldn't lie to me.

Let me see.

"My Xan Hu," written by Chen Ching.

To get to your heart, Sometimes my voice becomes fragile

Gentle breeze caresses The eel-shaped ice crack

Xan Hu, the enchanted celadon

Melting in my hands Soft as your skin

If the moon can be both round and crescent..

then a lake can be empty and full.

You are too sentimental.

You must remember, if it's in your heart, then it's real.

If it's not, then it never will be.

Today we looked for the Xan Hu. You know in your heart it's there.

So we found it.

There is no "we."

- I didn't force you to come. - Once again, I'm misunderstood.

It's all my fault today. Ust blame it on me, okay?

- Where is it? - What?

The money for the vase.

Let's go!

Get on the train!

- Where are you going? - Thank you, Dr. Zhang!

Sitting comfortably?

Hey!

- You scared me. - Have you lost something?

- No, no. - Then what are you looking for?

Nothing, really nothing.

Mister, have you seen Zhou Yu?

Why are you looking for her?

Do you fancy her?

I'm warning you, don't get any ideas.

She's madly in love.

Besides, she's a decent woman.

Hey, what do you mean? I'm only interested in decent women.

I saw Xan Hu.

What Xan Hu?

The one in your poem.

Really?

Tell me, how was it?

It's beautiful.

- Zhou Yu! - Chen Ching.

What are you reading?

It's not very interesting, just a veterinary book.

What you said last time was quite intriguing.

Really? What did I say?

"If it's in your heart, then it's real. If it's not, then it never will be."

Oh, that. I was just babbling.

Sit down, have a seat.

Ust like my palm reading, it's just for fun.

If it's in your heart, then it's real. If it's not, then it never will be.

Here. Read my palm. What do you see?

Come on. Let's listen.

You have a scar on your buttocks.

It was a scar left by your father's beatings.

That's funny.

Is that true? Tell me if I'm right.

Or do I have to ask this lady to take you to the bathroom and check?

- If I am wrong.. - I'm not going!

I will jump out of this window. I will definitely jump.

So am I right?

I'm serious.

You said just now that you don't dare to be serious. What do you mean?

Nothing.

I thought you saw something in my palm.

Of course.

Really?

What?

Give me your hand.

Make a fist.

Your destiny is in your own hands.

Does Zhang live here?

Is Zhang here?

Let go.

Zhou Yu, this isn't funny.

Zhou Yu! Let go!

Your heart is not in your work lately. What's wrong?

I have migraine headaches.

Migraine? Then go see a doctor.

I hear your poems are good. That you've been published in the paper.

But you need to focus on your work.

Sir, my work..

Chen Ching, perhaps you've heard the government is downsizing.

Our unit is no exception.

However, there are openings in Tibet.

Let's see.

There's a teaching position.

And another to work on the nature reserve.

It's a bit remote, but the air is fresh.

- Telephone. - For me?

- Zhou Yu. - Hello?

- Where are you? - I miss you.

Zhou Yu..

I am a man.

I don't feel right that you travel back and forth like that.

I don't mind. I'm used to running about.

- Really. - Do you find me useless?

We should talk. I need to make a decision.

What do you mean by this?

Enchanted celadon

Melting in my hands Soft as your skin.

Does Zhou Yu live here?

Zhou Yu!

Why are you here?

If you can seek me out, why can't I come to see you?

A painter definitely lives here.

Sorry.

I've had too much.

Please leave.

Why are you here? We agreed that I would come to you.

Well..

Didn't you have something to tell me? What is it?

I've forgotten.

Then I have something to tell you.

I brought these. They're porcelain wares.

Some I painted, and some have been passed down through my family.

It's all here.

We can sell the porcelain.

What for?

I want to publish your poems.

L..

You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I know.

I have a plan. A surprise.

What sort of plan?

A Poetry Reading by Chen Ching

Please come. Hope to see you there.

Hope to see you.

Hope to see you there.

It's a poetry reading by Chen Ching. Please come.

Thank you.

Chen Ching's poems are written for a woman.

But I think they are more like a woman writing about herself.

Only the woman's voice is drowned..

in the soft sadness of Chen Ching's words.

A Poetry Reading by Chen Ching

A Poetry Reading by Chen Ching

Chen Ching, let's begin.

I'm so sorry.

Chen Ching.

Chen Ching.

You can do it.

- You can do it. - I can't.

Zhou Yu, please don't force me.

Chen Ching. Chen Ching!

- How are you? - You must be Ms. Zhou?

- That's right. - Come, take a seat.

- Is Zhang here? - Sit down, and we can chat.

Take a seat.

Who are you?

I work in the tax bureau. I am 33 years old, still single.

I don't have a high salary, but at least it's stable.

And I get a little bonus every month.

My mom is getting old, but is still in good spirits.

My father has already passed away. The funeral was quite elaborate.

In our unit, we don't get housing unless we are married.

Did Zhang ask you to come?

Okay, okay, here we go. Here we go.

Okay, little one. Don't worry. All done.

Smart of you to find me here.

Would you like some water?

I've never met anyone like you.

You are really something.

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

You didn't finish what you were saying last time. I want to hear the rest.

That was for fun, it's not for real. You shouldn't take me seriously.

Everybody loves romance and poetry.

But in real life it's a different story.

Is that why you set me up with that other guy?

To tell you the truth..

you and that so-called poet just aren't a good match.

I'll find you another guy, and that will be the end of it.

I'd prefer not to have any then.

So how about me?

In your dreams.

I'm just joking.

But honestly speaking..

I couldn't handle a woman like you.

Why?

I don't know. It's hard to explain.

Hard to explain?

I don't know how to explain it.

Then I'll tell you.

Men like you are..

selfish..

can't handle responsibility.

Chongyang is so far. Why keep going there?

I don't know the city at all.

I just know the way..

to Chen Ching's house.

To get there you must cross a river..

take the cable car..

and climb many steps.

- Have you ever been to Chongyang? - No.

Hi. I have to catch the train.

I know. Climb on, I'll take you to the station.

No need. Thank you.

Come on. Get on. It's on the way.

Are you Zhou Yu?

Zhang asked me to give you this.

- I've been waiting. - Where are we going?

You'll know when you get there.

He's been preparing this for a few days.

He wants to surprise you, so I can't tell you.

Hi.

I didn't know you were romantic.

But why bother?

You don't like it?

Take me back.

I know my lake is artificial, but at least it's full of water!

- Hey, miss, these flowers.. - Hey! No need.

What do you mean by this?

Ust three words, "I must go."

The library has a position for the Tibet mission.

I applied.

I might be away for a while.

Please don't.

I am not leaving immediately..

nor will I never come back.

I won't let you leave me.

How can we ever be apart?

- What's wrong with Zhou Yu? - She must be having man trouble.

Too bad. She's a pretty girl.

Ah Xiang, you two are close. What's up with her?

This has happened before. It always has a bad ending.

You're just jealous. Ah Xiang's jealous.

- You're the ones who are jealous. - Ah Xiang, tell us about them.

Yeah, what's he like?

- Don't know. Never met him. - That's impossible.

- You two are good friends. - Yeah.

I'm telling you the truth!

- Ah Xiang. - What?

- Come with me. - Where?

Ust come.

- Where are you two going? - I'm taking Ah Xiang to meet the poet.

- I don't want to go. - Come on.

- Poet? - What poet?

Okay, so let's not go anywhere. Let's just go home.

We can drink wine and make dumplings. Come on.

You can tell me what's wrong.

Even after Chen Ching left for Tibet..

Zhou Yu still went to Chongyang twice a week.

Like a woman who loves to get flowers..

what she really needs isn't the flowers anymore.

- Zhang. - Yes?

You are a reasonable man. Give me some advice.

What kind of advice?

What kind do you think?

You seem to enjoy running from place to place. I think it's fine.

Zhang, I'm being serious.

I'm being serious too.

Twice a week you send me off to Chongyang.

How does that make you feel?

Why do you want to change the subject?

Are you just pretending or pretending to pretend?

It depends on how much you want to lie to yourself.

- Chen Ching doesn't exist. - He does, even if you don't think so.

Fine, one day I'll go to Chongyang. I want to meet him.

Why don't you come with me now?

Let's go!

Zhou Yu, don't you ever want to stop?

Zhang!

- Is there enough food? - Yes! Can't eat any more.

- Enough already? - Yes, thank you.

- We're already too full. - Hey! She's not for you to look at.

She's pretty.

Zhang, you devil, using me as an excuse.

Come to think of it, what if that day I..? What if it happened?

There's nothing going on between us.

You pig, what are you playing at?

Come on, what's the deal?

Don't talk nonsense. There's nothing to tell. We are just friends.

Friends? Yeah, right!

Hey, please don't take my friends and their rough talk to heart.

Ah Lau is a real piece of work.

Yeah, we've been friends since childhood.

Hey.

How are things going on the other side?

Which side?

That side.

Pretty good.

Sorry, my train is about to leave. Sorry, one to Chongyang, please.

I saw Chen Ching.

At a poetry reading.

Many people were listening to him recite his poems.

To get to your heart

Xan Hu, the enchanted celadon

Melting in my hands Soft as your skin

She spills over, my Xan Hu

Totally filled by you

Totally filled by you

Why are you saying all this?

It would have been better to say nothing.

I thought this was what you wanted.

What I really want..

I think I should go.

Excuse me, where is the furthest station?

The furthest is Tien Shui. But it only runs twice a week.

No train today.

If you are in a hurry, you can take the bus.

I see. Thanks.

I finally understand..

that a lover is a mirror..

through which you can see yourself more clearly.

A car is coming! A car is coming!

Why are you here?

I came to see you.

Is this where you live?

Xiu..

Truth is, at the time, I didn't really understand Zhou Yu.

I don't want to go back.

Aren't you just replacing Zhou Yu with me?

I saw Zhou Yu on the train.

You are dreaming.

Zhou Yu is dead.

You couldn't have met her.

Chen Ching..

look at me.

Aren't you the one living in a dream every day?

Zhou Yu had another man.

That's impossible.

Zhou Yu loved only me.

You don't know Zhou Yu at all.

How can we ever be apart?

Don't think like that.

I have a feeling..

I will never see you again.

Please stay.

Where are you going?

To catch the train.

Zhou Yu..

I envy Chen Ching.

Zhang, don't say that.

Didn't you say:

"If it's in your heart, then it's real. If it's not, then it never will be"?

She moves like a pool Of swirling bubbles

Formless and inexplicable

Dancing gracefully

Slowly consuming me

Consuming the night Consuming her

Chen Ching.

I envy Zhou Yu.

The bus was headed for Tien Shui.

If the accident hadn't happened..

would Zhou Yu have come back?

Zhou Yu once said:

"Running from place to place, something is bound to happen. "

In reality, much can happen in your dreams.

But those are only dreams.

Zhou Yu's Train A Collection of Poetry by Chen Ching

To get to your heart, Sometimes my voice becomes fragile

Gentle breeze caresses The eel-shaped ice crack

Xan Hu, the enchanted celadon

Melting in my hands Soft as your skin

She spills over, my Xan Hu

Totally filled by you Totally filled by you

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