[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hong-kong-1984":3,"chapter-hong-kong-1984-hong-kong-1984-building-a-cultural-empire-chapter-82":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Hong Kong 1984",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2224066,4066,"Chapter 82: My Heart Will Go On","hong-kong-1984-building-a-cultural-empire-chapter-82",82,"\u003Cp>At two in the morning, the recording studio in Wing Shing Building was still lit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Fei sat before the piano, his slender fingers resting lightly on the keys as a melodious tune flowed slowly. He frowned slightly, as if feeling something was still missing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not enough...\" he murmured to himself, picking up a pen to quickly revise the notes on the staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the window, the neon lights of Xiangjiang reflected on his profile, his gaze focused and profound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>《My Heart Will Go On》\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wrote down this title, his pen tip pausing briefly before he continued composing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By five in the morning, Xiang Fei finally set down his pen and rubbed his aching temples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coffee on the piano had long gone cold, and the ashtray was piled high with cigarette butts. He stood up, walked to the recording equipment, put on his headphones, and pressed play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The piano prelude rose slowly, followed by the distant sound of bagpipes, as if carrying the listener through time and space back to that legendary great ship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Fei closed his eyes, images from the film surfacing in his mind—Rose standing at the bow, the sea breeze lifting her long hair, Jack gently embracing her from behind...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's the feeling,\" he said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At nine in the morning, Zhou Zhou Huimin pushed open the studio door to find Xiang Fei asleep on the sofa, several sheets of sheet music still clutched in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked over quietly, picked up the music to take a look, and immediately froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>《My Heart Will Go On》\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried humming a few bars, her eyes gradually growing moist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah Fei...\" she called softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Fei opened his eyes; seeing her, he smiled gently. \"Vivian, you're here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhou Huimin waved the sheet music in her hand. \"Did you write this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mm, I just finished it last night.\" He sat up, his voice still carrying a trace of exhaustion. \"I want you to sing it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhou Huimin hesitated slightly. \"This song... it's too beautiful. I'm afraid I won't sing it well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Fei took her hand, his gaze firm. \"Only you can sing out its soul.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the afternoon, inside the recording studio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhou Huimin wore headphones, stood before the microphone, and took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prelude began; she closed her eyes and softly sang the first line—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Every night in my dreams, I see you, I feel you...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was clear and deeply emotional, as if carrying endless longing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound engineer and staff all stopped their work, listening in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Fei stood before the control console, his gaze focused, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Zhou Zhou Huimin reached the chorus—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Near, far, wherever you are, I believe that the heart does go on...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire recording studio seemed enveloped by an invisible force; everyone held their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the song ended, Zhou Zhou Huimin slowly opened her eyes to find the studio utterly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at Xiang Fei somewhat uneasily. \"How was it? Should we record it again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Fei stepped forward and gently embraced her. \"No need. It was perfect.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound engineer removed his headphones and sighed with emotion. \"Sister Vivian, this song... it's so moving.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhou Huimin's eyes reddened slightly. \"It's because Ah Fei wrote such a good song.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Fei shook his head. \"It's your voice that gave it life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That evening, Xiang Qiang came to the studio, and Xiang Fei played the recorded demo for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the music played, Xiang Qiang's originally stern expression gradually softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the song ended, he remained silent for a long while before speaking. \"This song... will become a classic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Fei nodded. \"It will be remembered by the whole world alongside the film.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qiang patted his shoulder. \"Ah Fei, you always manage to surprise me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the next few days, Zhou Zhou Huimin spent every day in the studio, polishing every detail repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The emotion in this line could be even deeper,\" she told the sound engineer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Fei stood nearby, watching her focused profile, warmth rising in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Vivian, don't be too hard on yourself,\" he said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhou Huimin shook her head. \"This is your heart's blood; I must do my best.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One week later, the final version of《My Heart Will Go On》was officially completed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Fei and Zhou Zhou Huimin sat in the studio, listening quietly to the finished product.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the song ended, Zhou Zhou Huimin leaned against his shoulder and said softly, \"Ah Fei, will this song... accompany many people throughout their lives?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Fei held her hand. \"Just like the film, it will become an eternal memory.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Xiang Fei told everyone, \"For this scene, we will use《My Heart Will Go On》as the background music.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the melody played, everyone on the film set stopped what they were doing, immersed in this deep emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cai Cai Shaofen's eyes reddened. \"This song... it fits this film too perfectly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Qian Xiaohao nodded. \"With this, the soul of the film is complete.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As night fell, Xiang Fei and Zhou Zhou Huimin stood on the rooftop of Wing Shing Building, gazing out at the distant Weiduoliyagang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah Fei, thank you for letting me sing this song,\" Zhou Zhou Huimin said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Fei smiled. \"I should be the one thanking you for giving it life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sea breeze brushed past, carrying a salty dampness, as if recounting that love story spanning time and space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the melody of《My Heart Will Go On》would forever linger in people's hearts...\u003C\u002Fp>",935,"2026-06-17T20:39:14.290Z",1,"Qwen3.5 397B","b1213b3f501d3830f1d009e7da2c2bce10195f6a09118b4833b8932334be32c5","hong-kong-1984-building-a-cultural-empire-chapter-83","hong-kong-1984-building-a-cultural-empire-chapter-81",152,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhong-kong-1984-cover.jpg"]