Inner entertainment first vase

The theater is bustling as usual, unlike here, only the evening breeze under the setting sun, tired and gentle.

The breathing in the ears stopped, and after holding his breath for a moment, Shang Lu slightly raised the corner of his lips: "Is it the other way around?"

Ke Yu blinked, and the hot tears wet his eyelashes, but there was no trace of crying when he spoke, but the slightly nasal voice sounded cute, "I can't force you to love me..."

Shanglu let out a "hmm", and let go of his embrace that was not so tight: "Since you know, have you hugged enough?"

Ke Yu said, "You changed your perfume."

He's not the kind of person who keeps a closet of perfumes and wants to change them as he pleases.When it comes to the choice of perfume, Phytophthora seems patient and impatient, impatient to try a lot of fragrances, and patiently use one from summer to winter, anyway, there is no winter in Ningshi.

Shanglu paused: "The Orange Spring is still in use, occasionally."

"Close your eyes." Ke Yu ordered him, dawdling with his hands but not letting go from his neck.

Shang Lu closed it according to his words, then opened it again, and reminded him indifferently: "Points will be deducted for cheating."

Ke Yu choked for a moment, and only one point was deducted, "I'm too makeup, I don't want you to see it."

Shang Lu had a faint intuition that he was crying, and asked, "Crying flowers?"

Ke Yu pressed the fundus of his eyes with his fingertips, and sure enough, he wiped a mess of oil paint, "Yeah."

Shanglu laughed inexplicably: "The premiere was successful, why are you crying? Crying that I didn't applaud you, and ran out to answer the phone?"

"Thinking of what you said in Lijiang, I didn't see you, so I thought you really left."

"Ke Yu, do you know that you're weird?" Shang Lu curled his lower lip, "You didn't shed a single tear when we broke up. You walked away so simply, but now you're good at crying. Does it feel like leaving and being left? different?"

Ke Yu felt a pain in his heart, and his fingers felt the familiar numbness again.He let go of his hand, and the fear of losing in his heart receded. He suddenly realized a fact. He was the one who showed his true feelings and cried and breathed. Shanglu was calm from beginning to end.

He took a step back, raised the back of his hand to wipe his face, but Shang Lu opened his eyes, looked at his painted face, and couldn't help laughing, casually, with a snort.

"Go take off your makeup," Shang Lu chased him, with a slight sarcasm in his smile: "You want a decent person like this, how can you be decent like this?"

Indeed, if he didn't go backstage to tidy up, the reporters and celebrities would flock to him later, and the ugliness would be world-class.

Ke Yu didn't know whether it was because of his heartbeat or embarrassment, but fortunately, with such a distressed face, even if he blushed, he couldn't tell.He half turned around: "Then I'm leaving."

Shang Lu's hand that had hugged him just now was now in his trouser pocket, and he was tall and relaxed leaning against the railing of the balcony. The sunset glow slanted on half of his profile. He lowered his eyes, looked at Ke Yu seriously, and smiled again :"See you later."

All the way back to the backstage, the French prop master was picking up the things he dropped, blinking and smiling: "Yu, your way of celebrating is so special."

Stella's assistant was looking for him, "Hurry up—oh, what happened? Quickly, remove your makeup! Wash your face! The media is coming soon!"

A roomful of professional drama critics are relying on Stella to deal with it, and if you wait a little longer, you should think that he is playing a big game.

After Ke Yu washed his face and put on his shirt and trousers, when he opened the door of the interview room, all the media in the room stood up.There are English-language media, French-language media, and of course Chinese-language media who have traveled thousands of miles. They have signed a non-disclosure agreement and are not allowed to expose Ke Yu until the premiere is over. Powerfully spread to every corner of the Chinese Internet world:

"Nobel Prize candidate Stella's new play "The Career" premiered at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre, with Chinese movie star Ke Yu as the leading role. It is reported that the play will go on a half-year European and American tour, both in London's West End and on Broadway There are intensive schedules."

Stella was interviewed with Ke Yu and served as his French translator.This is equivalent to a small press conference, except that everyone is sitting around on sofa soft chairs, holding paper, pens and recording pens in their hands, and the atmosphere is relaxed, professional and warm.

"What made you decide to transition from a film actor to a stage actor?"

Ke Yu smiled, "It's not about transformation, it's about trying another life of acting. I'll still go back to make movies."

"As for your Cannes Best Actor this time, many people speculated that it was an oolong, thinking that you didn't really get it. Will this kind of remarks bother you?"

"No, I respect all the decisions of the film festival. For me, awards are important, but they are not the most important thing I pursue."

"Teacher Ke," the Chinese media held up the recording pen, "Why did you keep it a secret from the fans before the premiere?"

"This is a joint resolution of the troupe. Fans from all over the world are welcome to watch after the premiere."

The door was pushed open quietly, and Ke Yu raised his eyes, and saw Shanglu, who was wearing glasses, took a seat under the guidance of the staff.

There is a blue work card hanging on the chest.

Ke Yu showed a surprised and bewildered expression for a moment, it was a press card.

The English reporter repeated the question again, and he came back to his senses, "Yes, it is very pleasant to cooperate with Stella. She is always full of energy and gives me great encouragement."

Time was limited, and as soon as the voice of the answer fell, other media raised their hands again.

Ke Yu was taken aback for a moment, and saw the one that Shanglu was holding up.His cuffs were rolled up, revealing a delicate watch, a hardcover notebook was placed between Erlang's knees, and a pen was held in his right hand.

Stella saw it too, with a helpless expression on her face, as if she couldn't control it.Ke Yu subconsciously raised her hand to signal, "...this gentleman."

Shang Lu nodded: "Mr. Ke Yu, why did you choose France? I mean, London, New York, Beijing, you should all have opportunities."

Ke Yu said: "I like the romance and enthusiasm of France, and the taste of the Mediterranean sun." He answered business-like, and Shanglu watched him, with his extremely handsome face that Ke Yu said was wearing glasses.Ke Yu paused, and in the confusion of the room full of unknown reasons, he continued: "...I want to visit a place where a friend lives, studies, and grows up. I want to enjoy the same wind and the same sun as him."

The French were able to get this answer very well, with vague and sweet smiles on their faces, and whispers in the room.

Shang Lu slightly raised his lower lip, "Then Mr. Ke Yu, what are your plans for career development after the tour is over?"

He asked, while lowering his face, the pen made the sound of brushing on the notebook.From Ke Yu's point of view, his expression is gentle and focused.

"Continue to make movies, if possible... I hope to continue to cooperate with the director I like."

Other media asked: "Who is your favorite director? Kuriyama?"

Shang Lu's sharp gaze rested on his face deeply, waiting for his answer together with others.

Ke Yu's heart beat faster, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly with a slight swallow. He said calmly, "Shanglu."

If he didn't say it, others would not have thought of it, but when he said it, he took it for granted, showing an expression of sudden realization.

"so--"

The theater clerk who came as temporary reinforcements and didn't know the details interrupted him: "Sir, each person can only ask a question once."

"It's okay," Ke Yu said quickly. The clerk was stunned for a moment, and heard his voice suddenly lowered again: "Let him ask. So you say—what?"

"So, you don't rule out playing the leading role of Phytophthora again, do you?"

Everyone listened attentively, waiting for the answer to the question.The French art world has a special affection for Phytophthora. Based on his schooling and growth experience, he can be regarded as half French, and it can be proudly said that all the aesthetic education of this talented film director is in line with French literature. Art is in one line.In comparison, the British media is a bit colder about this.

Stella also turned to look at him.

Ke Yu stared fixedly at Shanglu, he looked ignorant because it was so unbelievable, suddenly, the corners of his lips curled up, and then slowly turned into a real smile, he blinked his eyes while smiling, hastily He lowered his eyes, and immediately raised them brightly: "Of course,... this is an opportunity I've been thinking about day and night."

The international media didn't understand, but the Chinese media were already in an uproar.What does it mean?During the limited number of interviews Ke Yu conducted in the past two years, the outlines explicitly forbade the mention of Phytophthora.Even if there was a hug before the red carpet before Cannes and after the award ceremony, the two still showed no signs of thawing.

This is the first time that the parties have answered this question directly.

The reporters, who were belatedly aware of it, thought of going to see this reporter who asked random questions and interrupted and had the privilege of playing disco on the big star minefield. Looking back, the seats were empty, and they could only see A figure that disappeared.

On the brown soft leather chair, there is a notebook that has not been taken away, with a pen inserted in it.

At the end of the interview, a white, slender hand with well-defined phalanges picked it up.Fingers opened the folder, and a line of chic and powerful pen writing was written in the middle:

"arosebyanyothernamewouldsmellasssweet"

At the end, the reporter who was interviewing the character murmured: "Even if a rose is not called a rose, it still smells the same?"

Ke Yu closed the book, her voice inevitably hoarse because of the performance, she pursed her lower lip lightly and said, "The rose has changed its name, and so has its fragrance. This is Shakespeare's poem."

"Wonderful!" The reporter couldn't help but punched his fist, "This is very suitable for you, very suitable for this drama, - very suitable for the title of this interview!"

Stella's assistant knocked on the door and came in, asking Stella what to do with the flower baskets.Stella said: "It doesn't matter anything else, just pick out the pokeweed roses."

"So much, do you want to take it away?" the assistant asked in embarrassment, and the old lady was not sure whether she had an idea or not.

"Why?" Stella covered her schedule, took off her reading glasses, and said with a smile, "Isn't it good to give it to the children in the town?"

"Sure, of course," the assistant shrugged, "but there are hundreds of baskets written in Chinese. I asked Abin, and he said that he didn't sign it, so he gave it to you too? Do you want to deal with it together?"

Stella frowned: "Is there such a thing? I'll go and see."

The reporter left, and Ke Yu followed her. Stella smiled and said, "Have you seen the flower basket sent by Shanglu? It's very beautiful. He can always find and capture beauty very accurately. I often tell him... ..."

Rubbling all the way to the hall, the assistant struggled over the flower basket in the front row and picked out a card from it: "Neng."

Stella slowly put on her reading glasses again, and said with a smile, "I'm so confused, what am I looking at? I can't understand—Yu, read it for me."

Ke Yu took the card.

The first line is like chicken soup:

"The efforts of the past will come to you at the right time"

The four words on a separate line are more like blessings:

"Successful"

"It must have been given by Phytophthora." Stella raised her sharp and smiling eyes from the reading glasses and asked meaningfully, "But who is it for?"

Ke Yu's heartbeat was out of balance, and his chest was almost out of breath.The wrist flipped fatefully, and he saw a line of small print in pale print on the lower right corner:

"ylzd"