The host on the stage introduced all the nominated films one by one. Along with their names, the highlights of each film were shown on the big screen one by one.
Looking at these familiar and unfamiliar scenes, the audience recalled the happy and touching scenes at the film festival. They couldn't help but be fascinated by them.
Qin Guan, on the other hand, was worried about the two rivals.
The music in the hall gradually stopped, and the lights seemed to dim a little. Everyone's eyes were focused on the thin piece of paper in the host's hand, and the microphone he picked up after reading it.
"The winner of the Palme d'Or at the 56th Cannes Film Festival is' Elephant '."
As soon as the host's voice faded away, Lou Ye collapsed to the ground, while Gus and Qin Guan jumped up from their seats.
It was another valiant and high-spirited speech. "Elephant" was undoubtedly the biggest winner of this Cannes Film Festival. The film had only been nominated three times, but it had won three awards.
Applause, fresh flowers, and colorful ribbons fell from the sky, indicating the perfect ending of the film festival. Of course, this was only for the winners on the stage.
As for Lou Ye, there were quite a few people who left with a bit of sadness and loneliness.
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia Director Gus held a dinner party with the judges and the big shots of the film industry. Qin Guan, who was going to leave the next day, disappeared from the hotel and left Sister Xue behind.
The phone in the hotel rang. Qin Guan sat in his room in silence, holding the phone in his hand.
"Kacha", the person on the other side of the phone picked up the phone, and the person on the other side of the phone said softly.
"It's me..."
"Yes, I know..."
"I won the Best Actor Award..."
"Yes, I saw it. Congratulations..."
Qin Guan smiled proudly. "Did you hear what I said? Do you think I'm handsome and touched? "
All the charm and happiness turned into a puff of smoke and dissipated in the air.
Cong Nianwei didn't want to talk nonsense with him. "Come back tomorrow. I have to go to class …"
That's right, there's a time difference of six hours. It's dinner time here, but the afternoon class over there hasn't ended yet.
"I miss you …"
"Me too …"
Finally, when it was time to say goodbye, her boyfriend had returned to a normal person.
By the time Qin Guan relaxed, he realized how boring the French night had been.
"Qin Guan, open the door. It's me!"
Lou Ye's voice came from outside the hotel room. Qin Guan opened the door for him with a puzzled expression.
"How did you know I was still in the room?"
"When you ran away impatiently, I was there too. Look who else did I drag with me?"
Qin Guan heard Lou Ye's voice and poked his head out of the room. Besides Zhang Ziyi, there was another actress: Li Bingbing.
"Hey, why are you here?"
Qin Guan, who was familiar with Li Bingbing and had worked with her many times, made an exaggerated expression.
"Hey! Have you never seen Purple Butterfly before? I have a role in it! "Li Bingbing put his hands on his hips and looked very handsome in the corridor.
Qin Guan shrank his head back. He hadn't watched it, and Li was just a supporting character in it.
Li Bingbing glanced at Lou Ye. "I thought you would win the prize. As soon as I finished work, I rushed to Cannes."
"I thought I could freeload on a celebratory dinner and a film negotiation party, but you left me empty-handed."
"Heavens! Why am I born at the wrong time?"
Li Bingbing, who had always hung out with Zhang Yang and Lou Ye in Beijing, spared no effort in mocking the sixth-generation directors.
"And you, Qin Guan! You won the Best Actor Award at the Cannes Film Festival! Why are you quietly lying in the hotel? It's your treat tonight. Sister Li is here. You have to treat us! "
Ha! I've been blackmailed!
Ten minutes later, Qin Guan was walking on the street behind the hotel in his J Clothing sportswear.
There was a famous southern restaurant in the Suquette district of Cannes, France.
There was a special dish in the area: garlic mayonnaise.
During the festival, Benoît Brochand, a member of parliament and mayor of Cannes, had invited all the judges to the restaurant.
According to Jiang Wen, after they finished eating, they tasted like a dumpling restaurant in China. Their mouths were full of the taste of garlic.
In the afternoon, when they got together to judge the film, the room was like a gas chamber. Even strong chewing gum couldn't hide the smell.
As for the citizens of the foodie nation, the more such a restaurant was, the more they would be interested in it.
The night in Cannes was brightly lit because the film festival had come to an end. The streets that had been cleaned by the sweeper were still filled with the smell of dust and moisture.
Li Bingbing praised Zhang Ziyi and Qin Guan's arms and joked with Lou Ye. It was a harmonious night in the Mediterranean city.
Suddenly, a long-barrelled camera poked out from the alley behind him. It clicked twice stealthily before retreating back into the darkness.
"Here we are. As a regular at the festival, Lou Ye followed Jiang Wen's instructions and found the table easily."
"Mr. Lou, we have a reservation. Four... Okay, follow me."
He realized that the dinner had been premeditated. Lou Ye had set a trap for Li when he had been on his way there.
Qin Guan looked at the decoration of the restaurant. Fortunately, it was a French family cuisine. It was dangerous, not the traditional French palace cuisine.
They all sat down. Qin Guan let out a long breath when he saw the menu. It was a new French menu, so he didn't have to spend too much money.
According to the strict rules of a traditional French menu, there would be 13 dishes, starting with a frozen appetizer and ending with a dessert.
On the other hand, the new menu only required three to five dishes to choose from. The arrogant French menu wouldn't even have a hint of English on it if it wasn't for travel.
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