Cry Me a River (河上的爱情)

What? Are you losing your sight?

Three points!

Go on, Tang, get the ball.

There.

There.

"Down".

- Nobody could make that out! - There.

"Down".

- It's all right, only 5.0. - Really?

Ma Qiang... come on.

- What is it? - Check your eyesight.

You really think I'm losing my sight?

What's that one?

"Up".

- Bloody hell. - What about this one?

"Right".

"Right". And this one?

- "Down". - You should wear glasses!

I said you were losing your sight.

I'm fine. It's your talk that's the problem.

- Help yourself to drinks. - Why don't you fix this shabby floor?

I would if I had the money. Lend me some.

- Sure I will. - I'll give you my card number.

Help yourselves to drinks.

How's Shenzhen these days? House prices down yet?

Still high, but they can't sell them.

- Really? - I should be going.

- How did you get here? - High-speed train.

Your driver didn't bring you?

It only takes two hours.

Two hours? From Nanjing to here?

Yeah.

Not four hours?

You still remember that.

I have a good memory.

- I've taken some heavy losses. - How about you?

- I bought some equity funds. - Slow returns...

Safe, though.

Professor Ma? You're going to reimburse their air tickets?

Oh, right. This is our Mr. Wang.

Hand in your air tickets and you'll be reimbursed.

You don't have to do that. We're here to celebrate our teacher's birthday.

It's all arranged. There are funds to cover it.

- Come on, air tickets. - You're welcome.

Well, if it's covered... My bag, just there.

- This is hers. - Thanks a lot.

Don't mention it. Hefei? Quite a way!

- Thank you. - From Shenzhen.

- And you, sir? - From Nanjing, not far.

He's rich, he doesn't need one hundred-odd RMB from you!

Professor Ji...

That's your seat.

Good, everyone's here.

Wang, take a seat.

Now that we're together again,

I want to introduce you all to my friend, Mr. Chen.

His company has just been listed. He's sponsoring me.

And he's the one who's arranged this gathering.

- Thank you. - My pleasure.

Mr. Chen, they were my students in the 1990s.

Back then, they wrote a lot of poetry.

But not anymore.

This is Tang Xiaonian.

This is Bai Yu.

This is Zhou Qi.

This is Ma Qiang.

Their poems were really good.

They put out a magazine called This Generation.

I know all about it.

You are Mr. Tang of This Generation! An honour to meet you.

I've read your magazine.

I know the first issue was also the last.

But I still remember clearly the sentence you printed on the back cover.

"The end of This Generation does not mean the fall of our generation."

I remember it so well.

- You really do. - Yes.

I was in college in Wuhan back then.

A hot-blooded young man! Later, I went into business.

No more hot blood, but I still have a good heart.

Today is Professor Ji's birthday.