Author: The Pigeon Who Never Doves

"Director Wang, I heard that our film won three consecutive slams, Best Picture, Best Director, and Best Leading Actor?"

On June 8, on the plane flying from Peking to Nice, Huo Yunting looked indifferent and chatted with Wang Xiaoshuai beside him.

He also did not forget to spin his string of Arhat Buddhist beads in his hand.

He always has the same thing everywhere he goes, including a backpack, an umbrella, and a string of Buddhist beads. Especially the string of Buddhist beads that makes him feel itchy after he becomes addicted to it.

After more than a year of work, it looks shiny and shiny.

Hearing him say that this handsome guy Wang Xiao is so big, "You kid, what do you want to eat? You want to take three of them at once. You can't find a movie in the world where you can take three of them at once."

"Maybe this miracle started with you."

"If you fail, you can get three more. It's good to get a small prize." Wang Xiaoshuai looked unhappy.

Someone once commented on Oscar: He is an octogenarian who has already suffered from Alzheimer's syndrome. It is very difficult to deduce a correct answer from such an old man.

But at least he can deduce it, and no matter how difficult it is, he can still follow it.

The Cannes Palme d'Or is more like a menopausal lady with a moody temper and erratic thoughts.

Those news media will award the best film, best director, best actor, etc. at the Palme d'Or every year. It would be good if one out of ten can get it right.

Huo Yunting was puzzled when he heard this, "Didn't he say that he could at least win an awesome award?"

"You believe those who brag to you. I don't even dare to fight against this guarantee but they dare to fight against me."

"It doesn't hurt my back to stand and talk. Damn it, I can win a lifetime achievement award."

Wang Xiaoshuai muttered, obviously very angry with what his friends in the circle said.

If only a few years later, he might learn a word called milk.

Huo Yunting shrugged, leaned back on his seat and closed his eyes to doze off. It didn't matter whether he could be picked on or not. Wang Jinghua had told him that being on this red carpet was the only way to make money.

"Hey, Xiao Huo'er, you have your visa, ID card, passport and everything ready. Don't lose them."

"Don't worry, you can't throw this away."

Wang Xiaoshuai patted the front again and said, "Yuanyuan, tell Lao Yao Qinhao that you have brought all the documents."

"Okay, Director Wang."

It can be said that their trip to Cannes is full of everyone. Gao Yuanyuan, Lao Yao, Qin Hao, these leading actors are all good.

Originally I wanted to book business class, but there were not enough for five, so I had to book first class.

Wang Xiaoshuai is also willing to spend money. Anyway, since it is not his expense and the company will reimburse it, then it can be done by Jiner.

While Wang Xiaoshuai and Gao Yuanyuan were talking, Huo Yunting had already dozed off, and there was a slight snore.

Huo Yunting has been squeezed to death by Zhang Jizhong ever since he returned to the set after the New Year, and Na Wei Ya was tied to him every day and almost never broke.

He had to say 800 love words to Liu Yifei in one day, which made him feel numb.

After squeezing him like this for several months, Luotuo Xiangzi was anxious when he came.

No, I got on the plane to France just one day after the filming. I quickly took advantage of this time to close my eyes and rest.

This time I fell into a deep sleep.

About ten hours had passed when Wang Xiaoshuai woke him up. He yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes as he got off the plane. The breeze blew and his mind cleared up a lot.

All kinds of noisy and noisy sounds around me instantly penetrated my ears. There was a rush of people.

There's Chinese, there's English, there's Japanese, and there are other gibberish languages ​​that he can't understand.

The excitement around there is extraordinary, there are people selling movies, selling CDs, renting big dark horses, big ocean horses...

If you listen carefully, you can still hear the smell of curry.

He stretched and looked around, and his eyes stopped on a sign.

"Holy shit, Lao Wang, did we go to the wrong place? Aren't we going to Cannes? How did we end up in Nice?"

"This international flight is to Nice. There are no international flights to Cannes. I booked a boat in advance and we will go to Cannes by water."

After finishing speaking, Wang Xiaoshuai blinked. No, this kid can still understand English?

"Xiao Huo, do you understand English or French?

"English."

"I've never heard you say that before. Didn't you say that you didn't even graduate from high school? What? Is English still my strong point?"

Huo Yunting glanced at him lightly and said, "I know a lot of things."

(I know a lot of things)

If he can't even speak English now, it would have been in vain when he was on the set of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and spent every night writing CET-4 exams and watching foreign language movies.

After that, he and Qin Hao walked out of the airport arm in arm.

"Come on, Mouse, let's go and taste this French cigarette."

Looking at Huo Yunting's back, Wang Xiaoshuai was stunned for a while.

Good guy, he still has a damn authentic old London accent!

"You kid also installed it for me..."

The distance from Nice to Cannes is only 20 to 30 kilometers. Wang Xiaoshuai booked a cruise ship in advance and asked for five seats.

It is expected to arrive within an hour at the latest.

It was estimated that it was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening when we arrived in Cannes.

The cruise ship is pure white, with densely packed small square windows. At first glance, it looks like a layer cake.

"Holy shit, it's so fucking luxurious."

"Luxury?" Wang Xiaoshuai patted him on the shoulder. This is a medium-sized one."

"When you get to the boat, it's time to eat, play, and make whatever you want." Wang Xiaoshuai waved his hand, looking extremely heroic.

He adheres to the principle that if he doesn't pay for it, then he can just build it. Otherwise, he wouldn't build a cruise ship.

The heating facilities inside this cruise ship are good, and since it is already the end of spring, it is still a bit hot to stay in here.

Originally, Huo Yunting planned to change into short-sleeved shorts and go for a walk, but when he saw that everyone else was in formal attire, he was too embarrassed to step on the drag board and walk out.

So he put on the suit that Wang Jinghua had prepared for him to use on the red carpet. There were two suits in total, one as a backup.

"Oh, Brother Huo, you look so smart in this outfit."

After leaving the room to find some food, Qin Hao from next door also opened the door and walked out.

Wearing a suit and leather shoes, with a flower on his chest and shiny hair.

"You put wax on your hair? It's dazzling my eyes."

"That's right, Brother Huo, come on, come on, you should be careful."

Qin Hao couldn't help but drag Huo Yunting to his room, sprayed hair wax in his hand and wiped it on his head.

The smell is a bit pungent.

After a while, the big back was straightened. At first glance, it looked like a combination of the God of Gamblers Zhou Runfa and Jack from "Titanic".

Qin Hao looked at him with envy. But it wasn't his looks, but his hairline.

Brother Huo, I’m really envious of your hairline.”

He pointed to his forehead and said, "Look, I've started to lose my hair at such a young age. I feel like I'll be like an elder brother in a dozen years, and I'll be a grown-up in a dozen years."

The Mediterranean.”

"Isn't your hair very thick?"

"It's all a symptom. I'm losing hair every day."

The two of them chatted and went to the restaurant to find something to eat.

Lao Yao is getting older. He felt a little dizzy when he flew on the plane. He was lying in his room and sleeping.

Yuanyuan is not airsick, but she seems to be a little seasick, and the cat cannot come out of the room.

As for Lao Wang, he was writing furiously, revising and deleting his acceptance speech. This was very important to him. What if he really won the award?

The two of them went to the restaurant and looked over the menu. Finally, Huo Yunting ordered a red wine-roasted beef.

The French specialties were so weird, like baked snails, so he thought it would be better to have some preserved egg and lean meat porridge for himself.

Qin Hao followed the local customs and ordered all kinds of random dishes.

Huo Yunting didn't know whether it was delicious or not, but Qin Hao ate it to his heart's content.

"Brother Huo, we have to follow the local customs."

"Come on, it's the grilled cheese you ordered. I feel fuzzy when I smell it. It's too fragrant and greasy."

While the two were chatting, a waiter brought them two glasses of red wine.
To be continued...