True Star (巨星) [DROPPED]

Vol 2 Chapter 1: Satan's Alley

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This translation belongs to the translators and proofreaders of Giraffe Corps.

*UNPROOFREAD*

Sitting cross-legged on the couch, Tang Feng opened up a script. The first words he saw on the page were Satan's Alley*. It was the name for Director Li Wei's new movie. Translated to Chinese, it would be along the lines of The Demon's Alley.

*T/N: This is a spoof of the fictional trailer shown in the film Tropic Thunder starring none other than Robert Downey Jr. or rather his character in the film, Kirk Lazarious. For curious readers: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4paGAvvFWRk

"When a man comes to love another man, would he ask himself, 'Was I born this way?' Would he shake his head and ask, 'Is it a sin to love another man even when I had stumbled upon this love unexpectedly?'"

When he was Fiennes, he had already read through the preliminary script for the film. Upon laying his eyes on the script for the second time, Tang Feng found he was still deeply moved as he read through the settings, the character backgrounds, and the dialogues.

It was a film that touched upon religion and other sensitive topics. It was set in the early 19th century. More and more missionaries were gathering in the eastern lands that were gradually falling behind the rest of the world. An old priest living in a church took in a Chinese orphan and raised him as a son. He gave the child a name: Tang. It was a simple name, yet full of Chinese culture.

Deep down inside the old priest's heart, perhaps he hoped the child who had no one to rely on would grow up strong like the prosperous Tang Dynasty of the past.

In a world that was wrought with turmoil and change like the one they lived in, only the strong would be able to walk until the end.

However, the story didn't open in the mysterious eastern lands. As the days went by, Tang grew up, and the old priest passed away. Carrying the ashes of the old priest, Tang set out for the west. He headed for the old priest's native country of England and laid his ashes to rest in the countryside monastery he had resided at before his journey to the east. There, Tang came across a young monk of the monastery.

"His hair was like the midday sunshine, more beautiful than the purest glittering gold. In spite of not having glanced upon any gemstones while growing up, Tang thought the monk's sea blue eyes were prettier than all the gemstones in the world. To his eyes, both the monk's hair and eyes were beautiful..." Tang Feng read under his breath, following the lines of description.

He continued reading, savoring every word and detail. He sat in his spot for the whole day, unexpectedly drawn in by the words. Gradually, the light darkened. The night breeze entered the study through the slight crack in the windows and the lamplight reflected off the glass as a blossom of warmth. Tang Feng continued reading with his head lowered, until he flipped to the last page.