[US Entertainment] Best Director

Prairie came to a small town in the south of France.

It is humid, gloomy, and the sun is not seen all year round.

The whole town seemed to be covered by dark clouds, lazy, and occasionally pedestrians passed by.

Walking on the soft and wet stone bricks slightly covered with moss, I looked again and again before I found the old-fashioned apartment I was looking for.

Prairis knocked on the wooden door in front of him.

It took a long time to be opened.

Ennio's pale, handsome face appeared on the other side of the door.

His slightly blue eye sockets and light-colored lips make him look haggard.

"Hi." She spoke first.

"How did you come?"

Ennio rubbed his eyes, only to be sure that he was not mistaken.

"Why am I here?" Prairis raised the corners of his lips, "Maybe I missed you."

A blush appeared on Ennio's fair face, and he turned sideways to make way.

"Fast forward."

Prairie entered the house.

The room was a bit messy, with manuscripts scattered everywhere.

Ennio blushed even more at the sight of Prairis looking at his room.

He hurriedly picked up the messy manuscripts on the sofa, and tidied up a seat where he could sit.

"Sit." Ennio rubbed his hands nervously.

Priris sat on the seat that Ennio had sorted out.

"Juice or coffee?" Ennio opened the refrigerator.

"Water is fine," Prairis replied.

Ennio fiddled with the refrigerator for a long time, and it took a long time to stick his head out of the refrigerator, his ears were red.

"There is no more bottled water, is hot water okay?"

"Of course." Prairie raised an eyebrow.

Ennio filled up the kettle, plugged it in, and made a gurgling sound.

It boiled quickly.

Ennio took a new cup from the cupboard, washed it, and filled it with hot water.

I saw a few fresh lemons bought yesterday in the fruit bowl by the pool.

I thought about it.

I took the largest one and cut it into thin slices.

Bring the tea to the table.

Pryris held the cup by the ear and took a sip.

The fresh lemon fragrance comes from between the teeth.

"With lemon?"

Ennio nodded shyly.

After taking another sip, Prairis put the lemonade back on the table.

On the side of the table is a pile of handwritten manuscripts.

"Can I see it?" Prairie asked.

Ennio nodded.

Pryris took the manuscript off the table, only to realize that looking at the flimsy paper, it was piled up together and was frighteningly heavy.

Articles have no title.

The front page is blank, seemingly awaiting the final author's burn.

Open the manuscript and start reading.

Ennio's handwriting is beautiful, like a series of broken stars.

The article roughly tells a love story that happened in the last century.

The hero, Lawrence, is a professor in the Department of Mathematics, and the heroine is one of his students.

Students fall in love with professors.

However, due to various reasons, the professor has been reluctant to agree to the student's confession.

On the way, the two quarreled a lot because of their differences in research, and the quarrel went from research to the relationship between the two.

The students accused the professor of treating her as a dispensable decoration and never regarded her as a thoughtful person.

The professor satirized the impure purpose of the students approaching him, and completely denied the students' love for him.

Disheartened, the student leaves the professor.

Only then did the professor regret it.

But in any case, the student has left him, and everything is beyond regret.

The professor wanted to get the student back, but every time he failed.

Just when he inquired about the possibility of the student returning to her hometown, the war broke out.

The rebel army threatened the professor to hand over all the scientific research results, but the professor refused, so the rebel army put the professor in a dungeon.

The guard of the dungeon was the original security guard of the university. He admired the professor's research, so he let the professor out secretly.

With the help of his friends, the professor who escaped from the prison left France in a hurry and moved to another country. It didn't take long for him to hear the news that the student died in the war.

The professor was distraught. He blamed himself for the student's death. He wanted to end his life several times, but he was saved by his friends in the end.

Encouraged by his friends, the professor began to continue his unfinished research.

Many years later, when the professor returned to France and entered a secret research institute according to the needs of the country, he saw the former student again. She did not die in the war, and at this time she had even become a The leader in the direction of "quantum physics", and "quantum physics" was exactly the topic he wanted to study when he gave her the last class.

The two looked at each other and smiled, the play ended.

It's clichéd and old-fashioned, yet naive and fascinating.

Love, is that so?

Prairius closed the script.

"How?" Ennio looked at Praris expectantly.

"Your style seems very different from your mother's," Prairis said.

"What's the difference?" Ennio looked at Praris expectantly.

"I can't tell. Maybe it's the writing style, maybe it's the character setting.

But at least in terms of after-viewing, the difference between you is obvious. "

The sun shines on the young man's handsome and modest face through the window, and his smooth neck is bound by the top button, just like the handsome young man in mythology.

Piety, innocence, abstinence.

He paused unconsciously.

pursed his lips.

"I don't know if you remember a sentence your mother once wrote."

"what?"

"This world is crazy, corrupt, and inhuman. But you are sober, gentle, and spotless."

Prairis looked at the young man in front of him with soft eyes.

Probably because the sun was too hot, Ennio only felt his cheeks were slightly hot.

Subconsciously glanced away.

But unconsciously, it moved from the fair cheeks of the girl on the seat to the soft swan neck under the cheeks.

But Prairius didn't seem to intend to give him a chance to escape.

She stood up and walked to his side.

He could even smell the faint fragrance on her body.

Soft, gentle, and somewhat depressed.

Just like herself.

Prairie took another step closer.

Just happened to walk into that cluster of sunshine.

The sun hit her shoulders, casting a shadow.

Like a fir grove beside a road.

"Will you be my sorrow?"

Under the sun, she leaned close to his left ear, her voice slightly hoarse.