Hong Kong 1980: Me and the Queen Swapped Clothes

When Fang Yanmei heard Qin Ma talk about Aunt Xia before, she imagined her to be a middle-aged woman who was a little older, close to thirty-five or forty-five.

When Fang Yanmei finally met her, she was almost breathless from the beauty of the other woman. Lin Qingxia's beauty was the kind of classical Eastern beauty that was beyond compare. Moreover, in reality, she was tall with an oval face, and her delicate and bright features were so perfect that no one could find a single flaw in her.

This woman, smiling, waved to Fang Yanmei: "Ah Ming, how are you? Did you get beaten up while I was gone?"

Fang Yanmei walked towards Lin Qingxia in a daze, feeling as if she were stepping on cotton. Although she was a woman, she had never met such a beautiful woman in real life.

Qin's mother was whispering in Lin Qingxia's ear, actually telling her about the recent chaos at home and the arguments with Qin's father. It was clear that Qin's mother and Lin Qingxia had a good relationship.

Fang Yanmei and Lin Qingxia exchanged a glance, and Fang Yanmei blushed instantly. Lin Qingxia found it amusing, waved to her, and called her over: "Aming, when have I ever seen you like this? It seems your uncle has really scared you this time."

"That's right, Old Qin just likes to scare Ah Ming. He even said that if he can't sing well, he'll send Ah Ming to the army or send him to study vocal music, so he'll suffer for a few years and then he'll be willing to study hard." Qin's mother would go on and on about her husband's bad points until she saw Fang Yanmei's shy expression, then she stopped talking. She looked Fang Yanmei up and down suspiciously, then turned to Lin Qingxia and said, "Could he have done something bad again? I've never seen him like this at home. He only changed after you came along."

Lin Qingxia laughed so hard she almost fell over: "Sister Ying, don't put all the blame on me. Ah Ming, tell me, were you scared by your uncle? Actually, if you wanted to study at Guoguang High School, I could have just made a phone call. Why were you so frightened?"

"How about you eat some fruit? Aunt Xia just bought it for you." Lin Qingxia carefully placed a fruit plate in front of Fang Yanmei and asked her gently, "Do you want me to peel it for you before you eat it?"

Fang Yanmei felt dizzy and nodded unconsciously. Lin Qingxia carefully peeled the grapes for her and coaxed her to eat them: "Aming was really frightened this time. Sister Ying, go and talk to my mother, let me talk to Aming."

Aunt Qin laughed and scolded him a few times: "You just spoil him. It's strange, you two are almost ten years apart, how come you can talk to each other?"

"Ah Ming is like a younger brother to me." Lin Qingxia chuckled as she saw Qin Ma out of the room before turning back to sit down in front of Fang Yanmei. She asked her with concern, "Ah Ming, what's wrong? You're not so easily fooled. Didn't you say last time that you wrote a song that you could use to fool your father in a pinch?"

Fang Yanmei was startled, and her previously dizzy mind suddenly cleared up. She had originally thought it was Qin Weiming's secret, but she didn't expect that he had not only told the driver, Xiao Li, but also Lin Qingxia.

Thinking of this, Fang Yanmei couldn't help but shake her head. The original Qin Weiming was really something else. He had talent, but he was impulsive and careless in doing things, just like a child.

Wait a minute, Fang Yanmei suddenly realized that Qin Weiming was actually just a child, two or three years younger than her.

"Aunt Xia," Fang Yanmei said shyly, mimicking how Qin Weiming used to address her, "I sang a song to coax my father to let me go."

"You sing, cough cough." Lin Qingxia tried hard not to laugh out loud. She remembered Qin Weiming's cute way of showing off in front of her earlier: "I still remember the song you sang back then. It seems like you ran out of breath before you even got halfway through. What songs can you sing? It's a miracle if you don't sing off-key. Your dad would have whipped you with a belt."

"Aunt Xia, you should look at me with new eyes after three days of separation. You can't look at me with old eyes. No, I'll sing it for you again and you can hear it again." Fang Yanmei was very depressed. She was clearly not Qin Weiming from before, but everyone around her was judging her based on the evaluation of the former Qin Weiming.

Lin Qingxia leaned back on the sofa with an indifferent expression, speaking in a tone like an older sister coaxing a younger brother: "Okay, then sing for me. Don't worry, the room here is very soundproof; no one outside can hear it."

"Okay, what do you want to hear? Let me make it clear first, I'm best at singing Cantonese songs right now." Fang Yanmei asked Lin Qingxia to select a song.

Lin Qingxia rolled her eyes: "You're getting better and better at bragging, Ah Ming. This isn't a good habit. We can learn things we don't know, but we can't just brag like this. Your aunt and uncle want you to go to Guoguang for your own good. Once you're there, you can systematically study vocal music, which will be a good thing for you."

"Oh, Aunt Xia, you'll know once I sing it!" Fang Yanmei had already immersed herself in the role of Qin Weiming. She was extremely annoyed to hear Lin Qingxia looking down on her. However, she had been in the business for many years and had long since honed her judgment.

After hearing Lin Qingxia's words, Fang Yanmei knew that in her heart, she probably really regarded Qin Weiming as a close younger brother.

While inwardly cursing how lucky the original Qin Weiming was to win the favor of such a stunning beauty, he also secretly envied Qin Weiming's luck.

Fang Yanmei's gaze secretly swept over the furnishings in Lin Qingxia's room, trying to find out what kind of songs Lin Qingxia would like. In such a short time, she could only guess by chance.

Brigitte Lin's room was simply furnished. Apart from a bookshelf and the book "Outside the Window" on the table, there were not many other things, and there was a whole wall of wardrobes.

"Are you ready? I want to hear what surprises you've secretly learned while I was away." Lin Qingxia hugged her knees, tilting her head to look at Fang Yanmei with a leisurely air, almost making her faint with charm.

"Such a beautiful woman! Qin Weiming, you're so lucky!" Fang Yanmei was genuinely jealous of Qin Weiming, whom she had never met. She could feel that Lin Qingxia's love for her younger brother was real, without a trace of superfluous emotion. Only a sensitive girl like Fang Yanmei could detect a trace of unease and tender sorrow in Lin Qingxia's occasional glances away.

That was definitely not because Qin Weiming had any worries. Would a great beauty like Brigitte Lin have any troubles in her life?

Fang Yanmei couldn't figure it out. She quickly chose the song she wanted to sing. From her brief interaction with Brigitte Lin, she felt that the other woman would like the song, and only this song could move Brigitte Lin.

At this moment, Fang Yanmei couldn't tell what she wanted to prove, or whether she just wanted to prove that Qin Weiming was better than they had expected. She didn't have time to ponder these emotions.