The story about Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui?

Aunt Mei: "My dearest brother" to Leslie Cheung

(Data: Anita Mui talking about Leslie Cheung in the 1796 issue of "Ming Pao Weekly")

"I told him He is a good partner and a good confidant. Twenty years ago, we started from scratch together in Huaxing. I only know that with him here, I will feel more at ease; with me here, he will also feel more at ease. I would be worried if I sang, and I would be happy if I was the guest."

"After my brother left Huaxing, I thought he suddenly forgot about me, and I felt hurt when we got together again. In those days, I realized that no matter where he was, he put me in a very important position, and so did I."

"We held hands and overcame many difficulties, even when I was unhappy. When I cry in the room, he comforts me and I am fine; when he is unhappy, I hold his hand and support each other."

"We live in a hotel and the rooms are connected. Once when I went to New York and lived in a black area with a poor environment, a nigger broke into my room in the middle of the night. I was so scared that I screamed, so my brother came over to protect me. We also tried to share the same bed and talked about our concerns. Dawn."

"Many people think that I am tough. Only in front of my brother, I can be myself and a girl without having to pretend to be tough, because he protects me. , He really loves my brother very much."

"Our relationship with our families is also very similar. If we are happy or unhappy, my brother rarely tells my mother. Knowing me better, I tell him everything, even show him my boyfriend, and if he thinks it’s good, I’ll feel more at ease; if he says something stupid, I’ll deduct points from that person.”

“I heard that my brother was very unhappy and had emotional problems, but I really didn’t know how serious his condition was. I tried various ways to contact him, but I couldn’t find him and he didn’t reply. I called him, I wrote him a card, and wrote a lot of things I wanted to say to him. I just wanted to tell him how much I cared about him."

"I not only feel regretful and guilty, but also. Even more so. In the days after his death, I was so heartbroken that I suddenly felt ten years older. I kept asking, why is this happening? There are still many questions in my mind. His friends were afraid that I would not be able to bear it, so they all came to accompany me through this period and told me to take care of myself. Many people sent their greetings to me through different channels, letting me know that there is love in the world."

"My brother is a messenger of good news. People who don’t report worries. Unfortunately, in his eyes, I am his sister. He is afraid that I won’t be able to handle it. He doesn’t want me to worry. He doesn’t let me know that he is sick. He only tells me that he has gastric reflux and is not feeling well. "< /p>

"If he had not been ill, I believe he would not have taken this path. He was an aestheticist and would not have destroyed himself at all. It was the illness that controlled him. In his last days, how much did he No one knows the pain, and we cannot share his sorrow and pain, but please don't add another kick after his death. If you compare yourself with others, what would happen if you were the one who got sick? ”

Text written by Anita Mui before her death:

The swaying world is finally a dream

I am really tired, so tired I didn't even want to open my eyes. I seemed to see Leslie (Leslie Leslie's English name) in front of me. I thought he came to pick me up because I was working too hard.

Why did everyone around me look at him? Are there any tears? I don’t want to ask them, because I am very tired.

Suddenly I miss the spring in my hometown. Me. My sister and I sang together, singing all the way to the Hong Kong Coliseum. Then we filmed and released records. Many people knew me and liked me. That’s because of my heart. There is a loneliness that you all don't know. I can't stand that kind of loneliness.

Many people say that I am strong and stubborn. But if you can give me another chance, I just want to be an ordinary woman, the most ordinary woman. When I am sick, my body hurts, but my heart hurts even more. It is better to suffer on the shoulder of my lover for one night than to hang on the cliff for a thousand years. p>

I care about the care of my friends and relatives because I don’t have love. Without them, I have nothing.

What do I want to read now? A higher position, a noble career woman, a policewoman, a government official, getting married early, having children... all of these are my pain points, my shortcomings, I have never had them in my life, and I will never get them. No chance. A healthy and protected growth, a simple and easy life, getting married at a young age, a warm, happy and peaceful family... these are what I want now, and I can lose anything else.

Everything is the same as before. The beauty of life is ever-changing, but it will eventually turn into ashes. I am leaving, but I am not sad. , and even a little unwilling. Why can’t I get the simplest love? In the face of love, I have been honest, tried my best, and tried my best, but I can’t stand up to you.

Leslie. You know me best, but you left before me.

How many days are there in a human life? How many truly beautiful moments are there? I just want to look at it with my mediocre vulgar woman's mentality. I don’t want to stand there high, radiant, or have my eyes wandering so that my elegance can be reflected even in a different place. But, I'm just a woman. Can I laugh very loudly? Can I act like a little woman and cuddle up in the arms of my man in the streets without any scruples, asking for a marshmallow and a row of chocolates? How ironic. Don't cry, don't call my name, I will smile, because I know I am the most beautiful now. When my sister passed away, I had a hunch that this was the fate of our family. I don't want to escape, I know I can't escape even if I want to, I just have a lot of things that I haven't done yet.

I want to ask God to give me more time, but he refuses and I have no choice. Love magnanimously, win glory, and lose openly. I have an explanation for myself, but I am not satisfied with this explanation!

If you like it, just like it, if you appreciate it, just appreciate it, if you are blind, just be blind, and if you pass it, just smile. How is the so-called free and easy achieved? You can't imagine that if a heart becomes invulnerable, how many wind and snow erosions will it have to go through first? I don't want to open it anymore and look at it. "I sigh in my heart, the years are passing by, I can't keep yesterday..."

It turns out that I have been singing about myself!

Sighing for youth, sighing for sunset, sighing for old friends, sighing for fireworks, sighing for changes in the situation, I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals. In fact, in my song, I listen to youth, sunset, old friends, and fireworks, Listening to the changing situation, I envy both mandarin ducks and immortals.

Leslie, don’t laugh at me for feeling sorry for myself here. I will hold your hand soon, but I really want to see now. I once Those people I love deeply, will they still remember me in the future? I'm actually very weak, I'm actually very sensitive, I actually need protection. I don’t want to be a big sister or a strong woman. The Buddha said that I see it, but others see it.

All sentient beings see it, and longevity people see it. That is not my view, people see it, all living beings see it, and longevity people see it. That's all, that's all, I feel that if you want to fight against fate, you are too small as an individual.

I am not a very purposeful person, I am a woman with a very strong sense of interest. I think the success or failure of my love depends on this. No matter how much love I have experienced, I just want to retain the innocence of my schoolgirl days and the desperate romance of my youth for love, and do my best. If possible, what can we do with so much money, so much hard work, and so much glory? I'm sick, I don't even have a lover by my bedside, I'm scared at night, and I can't even find a warm embrace if I want!

I'm leaving, don't cry, take pity on the people in front of you! I have been lonely for too long, and the female flower is swaying in the world of mortals. After all, love is more important than knowledge, and drunkenness is more important than knowledge. The flower blooms and fades, but it is empty.