Legendary Hollywood Director

I didn't see her on the first day, I miss her.

I didn't see her the next day, I missed her very much.

The light and cloudy days always pass very fast. In the blink of an eye, three days have passed, and the Cannes Film Festival is almost over.

On this little gloomy night, Lyman couldn't help but make a phone call to Eva Green.

She returned home the day before yesterday and has yet to return.

Hey, where are you? As soon as he opened his mouth, he asked a silly question.

at home?

What's the matter with you?

It's nothing.

Then you... why didn't you come.

Did you miss me? Eva Green looked excited and let out a silver bell-like laughter.

No, you're not here. It's not easy for me to write the characters in the new script. After all, should I try to be as close to your temperament as possible. How long have you been here?

Oh man.

This is the last pride of Lehman.

Don't worry, my sister is haunting me, I can't get rid of her. In Eva Green's bedroom, she was lying on the bed and said sideways. Thinking of this, the two long legs are unconsciously intertwined, obviously quite troubled.

Alas, she's been wanting to meet since she heard that Tom Cruise was here for an event.

Although there may be a chance to meet, but obviously Eva does not want to do so. She is afraid of trouble.

Why is she pestering you?

It's nothing. Hey, by the way, the film festival closes the day after tomorrow. Do you think we can get any heavyweight awards?

The conversation shifted sharply, but Lyman didn't realize it.

The award is for sure, but I don't know if I can get the Palme d'Or (this award is equivalent to the Best Film Award, and it is also the highest award in Cannes every year. Ps: This year, South Korea's Parasite won this award.)

But it's not your share to win the award, and I didn't successfully apply for the Best Actress. Lehmann muttered.

Oh, that doesn't matter. Saying so, Eva Green was still a little frustrated. As an actor, it must be good to get a grand prize that affirms her performance, why wouldn't she want it?

Then when can you come? Lehman said again.

Let's think about it... Eva Green pretended to be, and then hummed for a while before smiling: I can get up early tomorrow.

......

The next day, it was really early.

Lyman opened the door, looked at the blue sky outside, and then glanced at Eva, who was standing at the door, wearing a light gray gown, and hurriedly welcomed her in.

What time is it?

Five o'clock. I got up at 3 o'clock and asked my friend to bring me here. Eva said solemnly.

Both looked tired, one didn't wake up, and the other didn't sleep.

Taking off his coat and lying on the big bed, they cuddled with each other and fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, it was already afternoon.

In fact, Lyman woke up halfway, but seeing her so tired, he didn't want to disturb her.

After a simple wash, the two went out to get something to eat.

This place in Cannes is good, but the food part needs a little more effort.

If the food is also good, it is really suitable for living.

It's a pity that Lehman is still very young and has a heart to fight for his career, so he doesn't want to settle down for retirement so soon.

Walk along the coastal road.

Looking at the beach bay on the right, enjoying the comfort of the slight sea breeze brushing against the cheeks with a hint of tide, the two chatted and arrived at Menardier Street.

It is not too far from the Film Palace, and it is also a main road connecting the left and right.

It is very popular, the atmosphere is good, and it is very lively. Of course, it is also because of the holding of the film festival on this day that it looks like this.

Lyman wears sunglasses.

There is no way, walking on the road, people always recognize him and greet him, he thinks it is troublesome, and he has also learned this small trick of covering up.

Came to an afternoon tea restaurant.

According to the menu, I ordered a few desserts that are said to be the store's signature desserts and two seafood platters. In terms of drinking, Laiman asked for coffee, and Eva Green chose milk tea.

After a while, the seafood platter came first.

How does it taste like?

Have you never been here?

Well, it was Ryan who said this shop tastes good and recommended it to me.

Eva cut off a small piece of lobster meat, put it into her mouth with a fork, chewed it a few times, and then commented: It tastes really good.

That's good, I'll start too.

Lehman said, picked up the knife and fork and enjoyed it...

It didn't take long for several desserts to be delivered by the waiter one by one.

Ryman is not particularly interested in these.

Because the French generally like to eat sweet and have a high tolerance for sweetness, every dessert is sweet.

At this moment, Lehmann frowned at the small plate of Napoleon Cake, which looked quite delicate and had a great name.

Especially after taking a bite, the sweetness was several grades higher than the usual desserts, and I didn't want to eat it at all.

This is much sweeter than macarons and Opera, and makes Lehmann even more indifferent.

And although the name is terrifying, Napoleon or something, what a ghost, isn't it just an ordinary butter cake with a thin layer of meringue and a light cream inside.

The puff pastry also crumbles when touched...

Lehman completely gave up the plan to eat it, looked up at Eva, this girl is similar to the average French girl, she is smearing all kinds of jam or some small cheese on the dessert, eating So happy... Really sweet and sweet.

No wonder French girls tend to gain weight when they reach middle age. If they eat these every day, can they not gain weight?

After eating, the two continued to do nothing.

Also took a lap along rue Menardier, but also got bored.

To be honest, Cannes isn’t much fun either, and it wouldn’t be very lively if there wasn’t a Cannes Film Festival every year to attract some popularity.

In addition to staying at home, locals also like to go to the beach along the bay line.

In fact, the area of ​​this place is not large, only more than 20 square kilometers...

After wandering around for a while, it was night.

The two returned home and took a shower.

It's very late, maybe 9 o'clock, maybe 10 o'clock, anyway, it's pretty quiet outside.

In the bedroom, the headlights were not turned on, and the small table lamp above the bed glowed with an orange halo, casting a faint shadow on the white wall.

Eva sat cross-legged on the bed, as was Lyman, leaning against the head of the bed.

Uh, the atmosphere is just right, there is a kind of rush to the wind.

Sleep? Eva asked suddenly.

It's like some kind of signal is turned on.

She lifted the quilt and slipped into the quilt slowly.

Maybe it's been a few days since we haven't seen each other, and Lyman also became unnatural.

Looking back at her, his little head turned to one side.

What is she thinking now? Unexplained doubts took over Lyman's mind.

I slept too.

He said deliberately, carefully lifted the quilt, and approached it.

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