Tianguang [entertainment circle]

a week.That is seven full days.

Long before the film was released, Mu Sanwei cast all the film festival awards.One of the most recent heavyweight film festivals is the Cannes Film Festival.

There are only two weeks until the opening of the Cannes Film Festival in France.

If there is still no news of the invitation to Cannes in the last week, then this year's "Gold and Silver Mistakes" can be regarded as missing the Palme d'Or.

"No...it doesn't matter," Jimu saw that everyone suddenly became serious, and he didn't have the cheek to say, "The Palme d'Or is so difficult to get, and now it's more than 80 years old, and we Huaguo only got it once...We are just a group of people. The calf is specially provided for those big bosses who participated in the exhibition to cut vegetables. It doesn't matter if you can't get it... "

The more he said, the heavier the atmosphere became.

Xin Ye puffed his face and sat back beside Jiang Yuan.

"Actually, I think it's enough to get those youth film festival awards," Aliu raised his hand and said, "Don't expect extravagant Palme d'Or and Golden Bear awards..."

Somehow, "I can't win an award like the Palme d'Or" has become the consensus of everyone in the crew.

Jiang Yuan listened quietly, and suddenly noticed Jin Fei who was sitting on the side. She sat quietly without saying a word, and seemed to have her own thoughts.

"Jin Fei, what do you think?"

Hearing Jiang Yuan calling her, Jin Fei regained her composure and clenched the cup in her hand a little bit.

"I think everyone must be humble."

The words are very polite and emotionally intelligent, but anyone who understands can hear it, saying that everyone has no confidence in themselves and is too cowardly.

"Okay, as Jiang Yuan said, let's wait and see this week." Mu Sanwei issued an order, "As long as we can get the invitation letter, our film will have at least one nomination. Even if it's just a nomination, it's worth it. we are young."

Jiang Yuan smiled and responded, "Yes, we are still young."

Because they have been busy day and night for the past six months, Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye's daily routines have been messed up.

Xin Changyuan has devoted himself to becoming a portrait photographer since Deputy Director Dong was sacked and the headlines of internal entertainment were taken over.

But more, it is to take on the role of both father and mother, and start to pay close attention to Jiang Yuan Xinye's chaotic life schedule.

At 23 o'clock in the evening.

Jiang Yuan, who was discussing the new script and drawing the storyboard with Xin Ye, heard knocks on the door again and again.

Xin Changyuan yelled outside the room: "Xiao Jiang! Xiao Ye! Go to bed now!"

Xin Ye quickly got out of bed and turned off the lights in the room.

"Sleep, sleep! Don't rush!"

Jiang Yuan smiled, watching the father and daughter confront each other through a door.

After confirming that Xin Changyuan was not at the door, Xin Ye let out a long sigh of relief, and walked back to the bed slowly.The two small night lights beside the bed, Jiang Yuan, have also been turned on, and a faint blue like a starry sky floats in the room, dotted with some silver five-pointed stars.

"Dad, he's gone, come on, let's move on to the next scene." As he spoke, Xin Ye turned another page of the script, as if stars were reflected in his bright eyes, "Look, isn't the protagonist of this part the play?" The main characters..."

Jiang Yuan listened quietly, looking down at the lively and pure appearance of the girl in front of him.

Wisps of curly hair hung down beside her ears, shaking slightly with the frequency of her speaking, very serious.

The silver light outlines the outline of Xin Ye's face, the moon-like soft silver lines extend to the edge of the hair, and even the shoulders are reflected in a gentle color.

Jiang Yuan was fascinated, and before he knew it, those eyes that were as bright as agate stones met her gaze.

"What's the matter? Yuanyuan didn't understand?"

Jiang Yuan shook his head, his eyes still falling on Xin Ye's.

"I just remembered that there was a solo scene of Yu Ye in "Gold and Silver Wrong", maybe there is a better way to shoot it." As he spoke, Jiang Yuan raised his hand slightly, brushing the ends of Xin Ye's hair at the sideburns.

Xin Ye's heart skipped a beat unconsciously.

The silver moon-like glow fell on Jiang Yuan's always indifferent and indifferent eyes. Her hair has grown a lot. The jet-black hair and those eyebrows and eyes seem to be natural carvings, so cold that people can't take their eyes off .

"Yu Ye should be as quiet as the moonlight when she is parting." Those eyes locked on Xin Ye, "Just like you now."

Her heart beat faster, and Jiang Yuan's words were as serious as her expression.

Xin Ye suppressed the ups and downs in his heart, and moved closer to the glamorous beauty.

"You mean, use night scenes and moonlight to set it off?"

"En." Jiang Yuan nodded, "It's a pity that there was no more open space in the place where the set was set, and the moonlight could not completely describe the outline of the jade leaf."

"That's easy." Xin Ye smiled and turned to a certain page of the script, "The script we are talking about now also has a solo night scene with the protagonist, maybe it will be very suitable."

Jiang Yuan followed her instructions to look.

The words gradually became a picture in her mind.

A young girl, with long hair moving lightly, was surrounded by a large silver glow on the hillside in midsummer.Under the bright outline, there is a gentle color.

Jiang Yuan smiled: "Well, it's very graphic. The storyboard for this segment has been finalized."

Xin Ye laughed "hehe" twice: "Yuanyuan's imagination is really good."

"Because there is a constant flow of inspiration."

Xin Ye didn't ask any more questions, and lay down on the bed with satisfaction in his heart, his face full of intoxication: "Yuan Yuan said so, suddenly my protagonist seems to have become the moon."

"It's so lonely to be the moon."

"But very gentle."

Xin Ye tilted his head to look at her, his temple hair brushed lightly from the corner of his lips.

"Just like Yuan Yuan, very gentle."

……

On the second day, the sun was shining brightly.

The heat scorched the earth, and the heat distorted the shapes of all things, and gathered in the air in a fluttering manner.

Xin Ye "swiped" twice, skillfully closed the living room curtains, turned on the projector, took out a bottle of Wangzai and a bottle of fruit wine, and jumped into the soft cotton-like sofa in one step.

Jiang Principle adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, brought sliced ​​iced fruit from the kitchen, poured yogurt on the fork, and walked to the sofa to feed Xin Ye a mouthful of cantaloupe.

She asked, "Where are Uncle Xin and Big Brother?"

"Dad, he went out to collect scenery, and the habit of reporters hasn't changed yet." Xin Ye pouted, "My brother seems to have gone to further studies. I heard that Huatian Entertainment is preparing to release an album for him."

Jiang Yuan nodded.

Since the case of Vice Bureau Dong was completely resolved, it seems that everyone around him is developing in a better and better direction.

Hatred contains infinite motivation to move forward, but ending hatred will make people learn to live with heart.

Although Qiao Yinshan's movie empire is still just an illusory concept, fortunately, the crew of nursery rhymes and other young people have also won many awards and created many popular works. The domestic film and television industry has good prospects for development.

Xin Ye flipped up and down the video available on the projector.

"Yuanyuan, is there any movie you want to watch?"

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Yuan replied, "Look at Luyevsky's "Trauma" and Director Zhao's "Night Curtain of Dreams."

Hearing the names of the two films and the two directors, Xin Ye blinked a few times, and quickly reacted.

"This seems to be the best picture of the Palme d'Or last year and the year before that?"

"Well, if you still have enough time to watch it, then watch all the Palme d'Or award-winning films in recent years."

"No problem!" Xin Ye agreed.

Now everyone's goal is the nearest Cannes Film Festival.If you want to know the probability of "Gold and Silver Wrong" winning, you must first know yourself and your enemy.

On the video screen, the movie began to be shown frame by frame.

Prior to this, Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye had actually watched these award-winning films at least once.

In the past, I watched it with the mentality of appreciating art and learning from the predecessors.

But this time, with the attitude of being an "adversary", I pondered the difference between the other party's film and my own film, so as to make a judgment.

After watching a part, Jiang Yuan Xinye would pause to discuss the pros and cons of the film, and at the same time compare the pros and cons of "Gold and Silver Wrong".

Until the sun was setting and it gradually fell into the middle of the night, when Xin Changyuan opened the door and entered the house, he saw the two of them sitting on the sofa, playing a video while discussing in full swing.

"Hey, are you arguing?" Xin Changyuan felt novelty, put his camera bag aside and looked at them.

"No, no!" Xin Ye waved his hand, "We're discussing what is so good about the film that won the Palme d'Or last year, and I have a different opinion from Yuan Yuan."

"Hey, let me tell you, why do you two have a good relationship and suddenly quarrel, I'm not worried."

Jiang Yuan had no choice but to lower his head, and took a sip of the fruit wine in the bottle.

"Don't be busy too late, go to bed early after watching this movie. Xiaoye, I have to visit my mother's grave the day after tomorrow, don't forget."

"Hey! Got it!"

Hearing this, Jiang Yuan was slightly taken aback.

She looked at Xin Ye: "Why didn't you tell me about the grave sweeping?"

"It's okay, this is a monthly routine. Even if I have something to do and can't go, my father and brother will take my share, so I don't need to tell you."

"No, this is very important." Jiang Yuan took Xin Ye's hand and held it tightly in his palm. "I want to go with you the day after tomorrow. I want to meet your mother."

Xin Ye's eyes flickered slightly.

The smile that originally floated on his face froze for a bit, and then slowly faded away.

A warm feeling flowed from the bottom of his heart, Xin Ye raised the corners of his lips again, with a smile on his brows and eyes, and nodded heavily.

"Yeah! Take Yuanyuan to see mom too! Mom will definitely like you very much."

Suburbs, cemetery.

After entering the outer gate of the cemetery, Jiang Yuan followed Xin Changyuan, Xintian and Xinye, and walked up the stone steps of the back mountain.

Large tracts of lush forest line both sides of the road, and rows of mausoleums seem to be inlaid in this natural mountain forest, isolating the hustle and bustle of the city.

The breeze gently caressed, blowing away Jiang Yuan's seriousness when he walked with his head buried.

At this time, after walking about a hundred steps, the group of people turned and walked into this row of roads.

The stone platform is covered with the old smell of gray sand, mixed with a touch of rosin, which seems to fill the brain and chest with the thoughts of Liren.

Xin Ye held a bouquet of sunflowers in his hand, dotted with baby's breath and white daisies. The light and light fragrance floated along the wind, and diffused in the air little by little.

The four stopped in front of a mausoleum full of bouquets of flowers, fruits and food.

【Tomb of Goddess Shi Qinghe】

"This cemetery was bought jointly by my mother's fans. The year is very, very long, and we may not live to an age." Xin Ye said, bowing and placing the bouquet in front of the tomb.

The bunches of fresh and tender bouquets seemed to have been delivered not long ago, and even the fruits were fresh and not spoiled.

"It seems that people come to visit Senior Shi every day." Jiang Yuan said.

Xin Ye nodded: "Yes, every year, every day, many people miss their mother."

"Qing He has always been remembered." Xin Changyuan squatted down, gently touching the black and white photo on the tombstone, "No matter now or in the future, she will always be remembered."

Only Xin Tian remained silent, carefully sweeping the dust around the mausoleum with a tool.

Moss and creepers had grown in the corners, and Xin Tian also cleaned them meticulously.

Out of respect, Jiang Yuan also placed the gift he had bought beside the tomb, and stood still with his head bowed in silent mourning.

She silently expressed her nostalgia to Shi Qinghe in her heart, and quietly told her that Xin Ye was fine and excellent.She hopes that she can always be by Xin Ye's side and keep Xin Ye happy.

Thank you Shi Qinghe for sending such a good Xin Ye to this world.

A gust of wind suddenly turned sharp, passing through the hair of several people in an instant, and the petals of sunflowers nodded frequently in the wind.

The wind whistled in my ears, as if whispering softly.

Jiang Yuan felt it quietly, and quietly looked at the beautiful woman with a gentle smile on the tombstone.

The wind stopped, and the area around the mausoleum was cleaned up.

Xin Ye's phone started to vibrate, she put down her tool and took it out to look through it, her eyes gradually widened.

Xin Tian noticed her expression: "What's wrong, Xiaoye?"

Xin Ye hurriedly raised his head, looked at Xin Tian, ​​at Xin Changyuan, and then at Jiang Yuan.

"Yuanyuan, Sanwei has sent a mass notification..."

"We...we seem to..."

"Going to France..."

The author has something to say:

The Palme d'Or is usually in May, and the review time is not that short. It was changed due to the needs of the plot!

I made up the name of the director Luyevsky =3=Don’t take it seriously hahahaha