Recalcitrant

On the last day of the Uniasia Film Festival, Chen Zhuo appeared at the awards ceremony.

This year he has no films to participate in the competition, and he is not on the guest list. Earlier, the organizing committee invited him to be a judge, but he declined due to his busy schedule.

No one expected that he would come uninvited and appear alone at the venue in a low-key manner. After all, he is one of the most successful directors in China, and he is also the youngest Grand Slam actor, his status is no longer the same.

The intern of "Entertainment Scene" was a fledgling intern, so he rushed up to ask on the spot. Facing the camera that suddenly hit his face, Chen Yao was not angry, but seemed in a good mood instead.

"I'm here with my family." Chen Yan said to the camera: "It's a private trip, so it's not convenient to accept interviews."

In the following time, Chen Zhuo really implemented the words "private itinerary" well.He sat in the auditorium throughout the whole process, did not take pictures or group photos, did not accept media interviews, and did not intend to show off at all.

Even when it came to certain award presentations, he acted like an ordinary audience who came to watch the awards live for the first time, excitedly took out his mobile phone and started recording.

In the media area, the intern glanced at the big screen on the stage, and then glanced back at Chen Yao.

Producer of the Year Award - the finalists are all behind-the-scenes producers, none of them are familiar, and I don't know what to record.

The interns expressed their doubts to the seniors around them, and the seniors just looked at the award recipient who had just come on stage and smiled without saying a word.

After the entire awards ceremony tonight, Lu Shaoheng was the busiest person.

The films he cast swept the film festivals, including several heavyweight awards, and his name frequently appeared in the acceptance speeches of directors, leading actors and actresses, and screenwriters.

From time to time, his shots were cut into the live TV screen, so that tonight Lu Shaoheng couldn't dodge the whole process of paddling, and kept in high spirits all the time, applauding with a smile on his face.

Even at the end, he himself went on stage and received an annual producer award.

After finally surviving until the end of the party, Lu Shaoheng held the trophy, stood on the seat and looked around, looking like he was looking for people all over the place.

"Mr. Lu, why are you still here? Everyone is waiting."

Before the person was found, he was pulled backstage by the director, and was interviewed by the media with the leading actors.

After the visit, a group of people set out from the venue in a mighty way and went to the hotel to attend the celebration banquet.In recent years, Lu Shaoheng lived in seclusion, except for work needs, he basically didn't appear in social occasions, and he didn't see any lace news, let alone go to sensual places.

At the celebration banquet tonight, Lu Shaoheng rarely showed up, so he inevitably drank a few more glasses.However, his treasured sword is not old, although he is no longer in the Jianghu, but if he appears occasionally, there will be legends left behind.Until the end of the banquet, he did not appear to be in a state of drunkenness at all. He thoughtfully sent the unconscious director back to his room, and led a group of main creators who were still awake, chatting and laughing as they got off the elevator.

"Boss Lu, let's renew the booth together?" The young people were not happy, and pestered the director of the production to arrange another show for them temporarily, and they were waiting for the driver to drive over.

"It's too late, I won't go, the house is strictly controlled." Lu Shaoheng leaned on the handrail, glanced at a figure outside the gate, and said with a smile: "You guys have fun."

Everyone looked at Lu Shaoheng's gaze, showed a clear smile, and dispersed in all directions without forcing it anymore.

Seeing Lu Shaoheng saying goodbye to everyone and walking towards this side with steady steps, Chen Yao stood up straight.

The marble floor of the hotel lobby is very bright, reflecting all kinds of light sources. Through a revolving glass door, Lu Shaoheng's figure melts into the misty halo, which looks unrealistic, like a flashing insertion in a movie lens.

The door opened, and Lu Shaoheng came out from the door, and came to Chen Zhuo in real life.Only then did he realize that Lu Shaoheng was so drunk that he even forgot to take the trophy.

As soon as he saw Chen Zhuo, Lu Shaoheng didn't bother to pretend not to be drunk again. He staggered and rushed towards Chen Zhuo, muttering Chen Zhuo's name and yelling over and over again that he had a headache.

Chen Zhuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hurriedly took him into his arms, half-dragged and half-carried him back to the car to settle down, and before leaving, he went back to the hotel box to help him find the trophy.

When he came back, Lu Shaoheng had already fallen asleep on the co-pilot.

Chen Zhuo didn't wake him up, turned up the temperature in the car, loosened his tie, and then drove home.

When the car drove halfway, Lu Shaoheng woke up leisurely, scratching at the window and wanting to vomit.Chen Zhuo parked the car on the side of the road and helped him out of the car.

The road in the early morning is very quiet, the roadside shops have been closed, only the dim street lamps are persistently on.Chen Zhuo took Lu Shaoheng to sit on the curb, and went to the convenience store across the road to buy a bottle of grape juice.

"Drink." Chen Yan unscrewed the bottle cap, and brought the mouth of the bottle to Lu Shaoheng's lips.Lu Shaoheng was still immersed in the unrestrained atmosphere of the wine table just now, picked up the bottle and poured it down.

Chen Zhuo lifted the bottle and said with a helpless smile, "Drink slowly."

Only then did Lu Shaoheng let go of his hand, and drank in small sips.

Lu Shaoheng slowly drank half a bottle of juice with Chen Yao's hand, and the nausea in his stomach was finally suppressed.

"Why did you drink so much tonight?" Chen Yan tightened the bottle cap and put the juice aside.

"Happy." After Lu Shaoheng was drunk, his reaction was a little slow. Chen Zhuo's voice fell for a long time before he uttered three words dumbly.

Seeing Lu Shaoheng's interesting appearance, Chen Zhuo deliberately teased him: "Why are you happy?"

Lu Shaoheng turned his face sideways, stared at Chen Zhuo under the street lamp for a long time, snapped his fingers, and said solemnly: "Won the award, got the bonus again, and also appeared on TV, can you be unhappy?"

Chen Zhuo was amused by Lu Shaoheng's appearance, and wanted to kiss his wet lips.

He was about to put the idea in his heart into practice, when Lu Shaoheng sighed quietly, and said with some distress: "But I'm a little unhappy."

Chen Yao temporarily put his thoughts aside and asked him, "Who messed with you again?"

"Actually, I specially prepared my acceptance speech today." Lu Shaoheng looked at Chen Zhuo seriously, and said with annoyed expression, "I will step down before I finish speaking. If I knew it, I would have said the important things first."

There was a little accident at tonight's awards ceremony, which made the second half of the time tight and shortened the time for the acceptance speech.

Chen Zhuo followed his words and said, "Then you can speak now."

When Lu Shaoheng heard it, he thought it made sense. He stood up, staggered back to the car, found out his trophy, went back to Chen Zhuo, and cleared his throat.

"Here today, I want to ask Director Chen Zhuo a question." Lu Shaoheng held up the trophy, as if holding a microphone, looked up at Chen Zhuo, and said, "I would like to ask the director Chen in the audience, why are we falling in love so well?" For many years, would you like to marry me?"

After finishing speaking, he pushed the lost and recovered trophy into Chen Zhuo's arms, like a bouquet during a marriage proposal. If his head was not dizzy from drunk, he might have knelt down on one knee.

Chen Zhuo didn't expect that what Lu Shaoheng wanted to say in public tonight was this, and he was stunned for a while, his throat tightened for a while, and he didn't know how to react.

"Ask you, would you like it?" Lu Shaoheng waited for a long time, but Chen Yao didn't answer, so he urged impatiently.

Chen Yao came back to his senses, smiled and scolded him: "Crazy line." He blinked his slightly hot eyes, suppressed the trembling ending sound, and reminded Lu Shaoheng: "Stupid or not, we have already registered in the United States last year. Now, do you think I would like to?"

"Oh, yes, the uncooked rice has already been cooked, so it's up to you."

After being reminded by Chen Yao, Lu Shaoheng finally remembered this matter. He lowered his arms, and suddenly felt that he was not so regretful: "It's okay, let's go, go home."

He said he wanted to go home, but drunk people are unreasonable. Maybe it was because the memory of wanting to vomit just now was too deep in his heart. After Lu Shaoheng came to the car, he refused to go up again.

After the cold dew, the temperature began to cool down, and it was not an option to stick to the side of the road in the middle of the night to blow the wind. Fortunately, this road was not far from home, so Chen Zhuo simply parked the car on the side of the road, carried Lu Shaoheng on his back and walked home.

Lu Shaoheng was very satisfied with this arrangement, and sat on Chen Zhuo's back contentedly, with his head down, and his ears brushed against his cheek.

The two had just walked for a short distance, and Lu Shaoheng was idle, and started to provoke Chen Zhuo again: "Chen Zhuo, where is my trophy?"

Chen Yao lowered his head and took a look: "Aren't you just holding it?"

"Chen Zhuo, why does the moon float so low tonight." Before taking two steps, Lu Shaoheng asked again.

Chen Zhuo looked at the bright place and said, "That's a street lamp."

"Chen Zhuo, how long will it take to get home?"

"almost."

"Chen Zhuo." A gust of wind blew by, Lu Shaoheng looked up at the fluttering sycamore leaves, and called his name again.

"Huh?" Chen Zhuo responded.

In the rain of fallen leaves all over the sky, Lu Shaoheng leaned close to Chen Zhuo's ear and said something that would sound naive to any adult above.

"Chen Yao, I like you so much, shall we be together for the rest of our lives?"

Chen Zhuo's footsteps stopped, and he stood among the falling yellow leaves.

After the dead leaves fell, Chen Zhuo tightened his arms, stepped on the mottled tree shadows, and continued to walk towards home: "Okay, this is what you said. When you sober up, don't try to renege on your debt."

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*Following are four episodes, two of which are about what happened in the past two years from the perspective of Chen and Lu respectively, and two of which are supplements from other perspectives of some earlier episodes.

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