[English] Breath of life

[naive]

BREATH OF LIFE


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……….An actor…….
…A manager…..
……..A psychiatrist…
………….A secretary…
…mad…timid….mature…cunning….
……..love…....hatred….pilots…….
………too complicated……

But….. ..they’re breath of life………




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We’ve written many fictions in the last two years, but this one is our first in English. Hope U guys will like it.


Cast.

1.The Lams brothers:

-Bowie Lam (The eldest): chief excutive officer, CEO
-Frankie Lam (Second brother) : manager
-Raymond Lam (the youngest) : actor and singer


2.The Kwok sisters:

-Kenix Kwok: Older sister, managing director.

-Sonija Kwok: Frankie’s secretary.


3.The Ngs.

-Melissa Ng: elder sister, psychiasist.
-Ron Ng: free job.


4. Michelle Ye: Ray’s manager, Ron’s childhood friend.

[naive]

Chapter 1

The Rebel

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Breath of life…

It has passed midnight in the city. There was no stars, the moon was darken by the gray flowing clouds. The bitting wind blows through the shivering opened windows of the luxurious villa made some weird noises. That small castle was the Lams'.

"swash!"

A loud sound was sent from the direction of the pool, notified that someone had just jumped into it.

- "Is it him again?" - Frankie said, unpleasantly - "Can't define what's in his head..." - He mumbled.

Bowie fleered:
- Let the cold water wash up his crazy thought, that stranger...

The men looked down to continued with his piles of papers, accepting it as an usual event. That annoying boy was their step-brother, but Bowie had never seemed to have any sentiments towards him except for testiness. Their father died three years ago, leaving his huge property with companies tobe managed. The two elder son, Bowie and Frankie were overloaded with mountains of contracts and plans. They didn’t even have time to eat a proper breakfast. On the other hand, the third son of the family was like the odd one. He drew a straight line between himself and the family, there was no sign to firgure that he cared about anything related to it.

The front door opened. Raymond walked in with a towel arround his waist, letting to see a muscular chest along with a well organised figure. The pool water started drifting down on the expensive wooden floor, drops by drops, scintillating under the dim light. "The boy" raised his head. It was a truely handsome appearance, the cold seductive eyes contained some sort of magnet power which absorbed people from the first sight.

- “Cool down, ha?” – Frankie said ironically.

Kept his eyes on the contract, Bowie strengthened his voice:
- Swimming in the middle of a cold winter night is not what a famous artist does, Mr Rebel!

“The boy” didn’t look like to anwer, he speechlessly stamped his water footprint on the floor without a glance to his two brothers. Maybe the room was empty in his mind.

A sudden bang of the door’s shut. It wasn’t an unusual noise in this huge house.

- “Look at him!! What kind of manner was that?” Frankie surly pointed to the roomdoor.
- “Leave him, we nolonger can do anything” – Bowie said.
- “Why don’t find him a doctor, I’ve already suggested you twice! Your acquaintance, she’s good enough.” Frankie highered his voice.

Bowie suddenly kept quite, everytime someone talked about Mellisa, he kept quite. Frankie wasn’t surprised by his brother’s reaction, it isn’t new to him that his elder bros had fallen for that gentle girl.

- Come on, just a girl, why do you have to take the matter in such a serious way. Go ahead confiding your love to her, very simple. – Frankie urged.

- I’m not you, lady-killer. – Bowie moaned.

Frankie choked. To him, the most easy job to do in this world was pursuing a girl. It was just to find some special tips and flying words; everything would be under controled.

- Back to the topic, if not her, find another psychiatrist, I can’t stand him anymore! – Frankie lifted up his right hands, swirled it in the way of giving up.

Bowie knoded his head, being reluctant to follow his brother’s advice. Should he really need to give it a try?


-//-


Raymond swung himself on the spring-mattress bed, quickly pressed the button to open the room’s glass roof, revealing the dark midnight firmament. It’s his usual habbit. After some small bis, the monitor finished its job. The canopy of heaven appeared above like a huge vervet blanket which had been neatly woven, profound anh immense. No stars. Those little twinlking symbols might have been blown away like candles by the fronzen night breeze. He felt small. Lonely occurred his heart. What was he in this whole wide world?

Someone knocked on the door.

Raymond didn’t intend to answer, but that person didn’t intend to stop, either.

15 minutes. The man seemed to have enough patience.

- Alright!! – Mr Rebel hissed, grudgingly took himself to the wooden entrance.

The door opened all of a sudden by a hard surly pull.

- What is it? – “The boy” curtly asked, his magnetic eyes gazed at the elder brother.

Bowie politely:
- May I come in?

The guy’s reaction wasn’t much pleasant, he turned his back to the door, still leave it open.

Bowie stepped in to the room. It looked as if a tonado had just visited here for a while. Papers everywhere, prizes and scrips lied disorderly on the hard glossy floor.

- Even prizes you don’t treasured, what will you care in this world?
- None of your business – The guy responded with a glacial smile – Be quick. I don’t have much time.
- Is that the way to talk with an elderly? I only want you good.
- Thank you then. Anything apart from those hollow words?

Bowie tried to prevent himself from exploding, the man took out a credit card:
- Your behaviour is worse by day, maybe this can help.

The third Lam unwillingly received the piece of paper from his brother’s hand:
- Psychiatrist? You think I’m a crazy lad? –Raymond said furiously.

“You nearly are!” Bowie thought to himself.
- It’s your choice, I only want you good. – He said.
- Very grateful to you, ha – Raymond sneered – Why don’t you go ahead and say out loud to those paparazzi : “ There’s a lunatic in my family, there’s a lunatic in my family!” They will protect you like the most precious thing!
- She’s my friend, she knows how to keep secret.

Raymond flattened his backed, pretended to close his eyes:
- No time for nonsense. I have work tomorrow, would you?

Bowie couldn’t bear it any longer, he rushed out of the room without a simple goodbye.
Raymond requested:
- Close the door, please.

Another usual bang after his last words.

Then…

Quite. Too quite. Raymond came back to his loneliness. A large hole turned up in his small heart. The guy carelessly looked at the white credit card :
- Mellisa, psychiatrist, 0983229128…. Nonsense!

The poor card flew down to join the piles of paper on the floor. Would it stay there?

-//-

Kizzzzz. The costly vehicle stopped urgently, about to touched Raymond’s hand. The young girl in the driver’s position huried jump out of the car, appologized profusedly:
- Sorry Sorry… I will be more careful the next time…
- You should have improve your driving skills before picking me up, come back next time then. – He said in a cold voice.

The boy turned to his house’s direction, tended to walked away.
- No no, how can it be like that… – Michelle ran after him – You have loads to do today…it..it can’t because of me that you miss the job… I …I…no…I… - She looked like to cry immidiately.

Raymond looked back to the girl’s face, burst out a smile:
- Ok ok, don’t be so panic.

He gently placed his warm hand onto her head:
- Stop saying sorry all the time then I’ll go to work. You baka girl, a manager cannot be too timid, sometimes you need to shout at people, hah!

He went into the car. Michelle still stood there, yet have back her spirit. The feeling of his hand was so warm-hearted that she couldn’t force herself to run out of it. He had been always like that, seemed to see everything as a joke. She hardly can tell it when he learned something serious. He’s an unknown type of person, you couldn’t judge what was in his mind. But she didn’t know why she liked that, especially the way he….

- Hey girl, want to have a cup of tea with my brothers? Why stand there like a stranger? – He called, sticking his head out of the window.

She started at the sound of his voice, having herself rushed to the driving corner.

- Why didn’t you fasten you seat belt? – She asked.

Raymond shrug his shoulders:
- You know me.
- Never mind then – Michelle turned the car key.

The vehicle started smoothly.

- What do we have today? – He asked, placing the opened book on his handsome face.

Michelle spoke like a timetable recorder:
- You have filiming at the studio til noon, afterwards there is an interview for your new album. 3:00 p.m, back to the studio for the remaining scenes. Finally, the rehearsal for tomorrow show. We also need to drop in Mike’s place to double-check the quality of the releasing album. Oh, and another thing, your new song, I have brought the lyrics.

- Oh ye, where is it?

- I put it in my bag this morning, would you mind …

- Ok.

Raymond lean towards his manager’s position, tried to get his hand on her bag.

- I can see nothing, Mich. – He announced as his hand foraged her bag.

Michelle knited her brows:
- How can it be? I remembered put it there after breakfast. Let me see…

She turned her head to the left.

- LOOK AT THE WAY!!! – Raymond yelled.

KIZZZZZZZZZ. Michelle whirled the steering wheel, nervously slamed on the car brake. The car turned left in a sudden, making Raymond fall towards the driver…

His lips met her rosy cheak.

Michelle opened her eyes widely, her fairy face blushed. Every figures in front of her became blank….



Hey! – Raymond shook her shoulders. – Are you ok?

Michelle came back to the real world:
- Oh..yes, yes… I’m all right.

Raymond releived his body, complained:
- To be continued like this, I don’t know if I bold enough to let you drive me.
- So why didn’t you control your speed?
- Ok ok, my fault – He said as still his hand in her bag – Oh, here it is…
- See, I’ve said…

But Michelle stopped. Raymond had started to raise his voice. Sweet anh gentle. Michelle smile, his cosy voice had always floated her heart…

- Who wrote this song? – He suddenly asked.
- Huh? – Michelle hadn’t got out of her dream world yet.
- Love anh love. Do they have any other topic? Nonsense.
- I think it’s nice…
- Only you girls care about this stuff, dreaming anh imagining… After all, only money is practical.
- Ray…

Michelle was about to say something but Raymond interupted her:

- We’re here!

He get off the car, quickly rushed through the crown at the entrance.

- I’ll come back at 11. – Michelle called after him.
- Bye – He responed briefly and hurried continue his way without a look back.

Michelle mumbled disatisfiedly: “ Never more than a word for a farewell… What a…. - " she frowned - "why do I have to care for him that much?”

Why?



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[Raymond_Michelle_4EVER]

THANK YOU VERY MUCH. I LIKE IN ENGLISH BETTER. SOME WORD IN VIETNAMESE LANGUAGE I DON'T UNDERSTAND. I WANT TO ASK ARE RAYMICH END UP TOGETHER. I HOPE SO BECAUSE I ONLY LIKE TO READING THEIR FANFIC. ROOTING THEM ALL THE WAY. RM 4EVER

[naive]

THANK YOU VERY MUCH. I LIKE IN ENGLISH BETTER. SOME WORD IN VIETNAMESE LANGUAGE I DON'T UNDERSTAND. I WANT TO ASK ARE RAYMICH END UP TOGETHER. I HOPE SO BECAUSE I ONLY LIKE TO READING THEIR FANFIC. ROOTING THEM ALL THE WAY. RM 4EVER

Uhm... What should I say?

I'm a RM fan, too :haha: .

[Cừu]

Nai kia, dịch đc có chapt 1 roài teo thế :i1 (2): , haha, giống Be đây, cái fic TYMM cũng dịch mỗi chapt 1 xong wăng lun :( .

[oceanphoenix]

Dạ thưa tác giả của fic
(mọi người thông cảm! Em dốt văn dã man)
Hôm nay em vào đây muốn nói ra tâm nguyện của mình đó là có thể xin post fic này sang bên khu biệt thự của em bên nhà Yoyo-mung vì em thấy fic rất hay, muốn đc đưa sang nơi khác để có thể cùng chia sẻ với tất cả mọi người
Thật ra theo em nghĩ chúng ta đều có chung một sở thích là thần tượng một ai đó, vậy chúng ta cũng có thể chia sẻ cho nhau. Đặc biệt, chúng ta còn có cảm hứng với văn chương, tại sao ko để cho những tài năng chớm nở đc xuất hiện trên các diễn đàn khác?
Hãy để cho tình yêu và những tài năng quý giá của chúng ta vượt qua những khoảng cách giữa các diễn đàn để nó đc tự do bay bổng ra ngoài khuôn khổ để đưa mọi người trong thế giới yêu điện ảnh đc đến gần nhau hơn

Dạ thưa tác giả của fic
(mọi người thông cảm! Em dốt văn dã man)
Hôm nay em vào đây muốn nói ra tâm nguyện của mình đó là có thể xin post fic này sang bên khu biệt thự của em bên nhà Yoyo-mung vì em thấy fic rất hay, muốn đc đưa sang nơi khác để có thể cùng chia sẻ với tất cả mọi người
Thật ra theo em nghĩ chúng ta đều có chung một sở thích là thần tượng một ai đó, vậy chúng ta cũng có thể chia sẻ cho nhau. Đặc biệt, chúng ta còn có cảm hứng với văn chương, tại sao ko để cho những tài năng chớm nở đc xuất hiện trên các diễn đàn khác?
Hãy để cho tình yêu và những tài năng quý giá của chúng ta vượt qua những khoảng cách giữa các diễn đàn để nó đc tự do bay bổng ra ngoài khuôn khổ để đưa mọi người trong thế giới yêu điện ảnh đc đến gần nhau hơn
oceanphoenix