Chapter 463
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Qin Guan stood up and walked to the door. A trustworthy manager saved him a lot of trouble. As soon as his hand touched the doorknob, Qu's voice was heard behind him.
"Oh, I forgot. Congratulations on winning the Best Actor Award at Cannes. You can go now."
Yeah, everyone was busy gossiping about his scandals. Not many people really cared that he was now a Best Actor.
Qin Guan's heart, which had been hanging in the air, was finally at ease.
Qin Guan's footsteps could be heard in the corridor. Qu let out a sigh of relief.
Behind her desk was a cupboard of the same size as the one in her office in China.
Qu Xuemei turned the key in the lock with ease. It was full of Qin Guan's collection.
Qu Xuemei subconsciously wanted to put the New York Times in the cubicle, but when she saw the photo, she retracted her hand.
She tilted her head and stared at the photo of Li holding Qin Guan's arm. Then she put her eyes back on her desk.
There was a red pen holder with a pair of scissors in it.
Crack … Crack … A small hole appeared in the entertainment section of the New York Times, and Li Bingbing's photo was taken out.
Qu Xuemei looked at the masterpiece in her hands and then at the newspaper with the hole in it. She felt a little regretful. She glanced at the table, trying to find something to make up for it. Suddenly, she saw the photo frame on the table.
In the frame was a photo of Qu Xuemei on a trip. She was smiling, which was rare.
The glue stick danced between her fingers, and after a few swishing sounds, a finished mosaic was completed.
The paper did not match the photo, and Qin Guan's black and white photo did not match Qu's color photo. However, the owner of the masterpiece did not mind.
Is this a photo of her and Qin Guan?
Forget it, whatever.
A precious hand pasted the newspaper on the wall of the cupboard. Qin Guan had a friendly smile on his face, and Qu was smiling gently beside him.
As the cabinet door was closed and the key was turned, this awkward yet harmonious painting was hidden in an empty corner, hidden in someone's heart.
Unrequited love was called unrequited love because the person being loved would never understand that there was once a person you knew or didn't know who liked you in a way that you didn't know or didn't know.
Feeling relaxed and tired, he returned home in the dark.
With a creak, the familiar door was opened. The most familiar figure was wearing a light yellow apron and was busy in the open kitchen in the living room.
There was a faint aroma of marinade in the air. Dumplings for going out and noodles for returning home. His girlfriend was making the warmest bowl of noodles for him to welcome him at home.
"I'm back."
Hearing his voice, Cong Nianwei turned around and smiled at him under the setting sun.
"Welcome home. Are you hungry?"
"Yes."
"Wash your hands and eat."
"Okay!" Qin Guan answered crisply. Half of it was because he was happy from the bottom of his heart, and the other half was because he was really hungry.
What a loser!
Their suitcase for France had been placed quietly in a corner, and the luggage inside was neatly arranged in their small bedroom.
The small shelf that they used to store their miscellaneous items had been cleaned up. A trophy with a transparent crystal base and inlaid with a golden palm leaf was placed quietly in the middle.
It was his Best Actor Award at the Cannes Film Festival, his first Best Actor Award.
That was great.
The big blue porcelain bowl was filled with snow-white noodles and thick marinade. It was the most authentic bowl of noodles with marinade.
The steam from the food rose up in front of Qin Guan's face. Suddenly, his eyes became moist.
He had never felt this way before on the podium. He knew that it was a feeling of love, a feeling of working hand in hand with her.
"Cong Nianwei..."
"What?"
"One day, that shelf will be filled with trophies that belong to you. All my awards will belong to you …"
"So? Are you going to marry me when that shelf is full? "
Qin Guan looked at the shelf. It had three floors, and there was only one trophy on it.
"Can I count all the trophies I've won? Since elementary school... You can count all the trophies as well. "
The girl's coquettish grumble and the boy's embrace were mixed together. It was a sunny day after the rain. His beloved Cong Nianwei hadn't even mentioned the gossip.
A confident woman would disdain fabricating lies. It would be a tragedy if she did not even understand the person who was sleeping beside her …
While they were lovey-dovey on one side, there was a storm on the other side.
The news was different from the United States. There was no New York Times there.
The reporters from Xinhua News Agency in France, as well as several foreign correspondents, had sent the news of the Cannes Film Festival back home.
They had been there for Lou Ye, but now they were back for Qin Guan.
The next day in China, the newspapers sold on the streets and the news on the websites were not the same as the pitiful news reported by the American media.
Some astute reporters and people in the media placed this piece of news in an important position.
"China's third Best Actor at Cannes is Qin Guan, a 22-year-old young actor."
"Chinese films miss the Palme d'Or, but Chinese actors hold their heads high in Cannes."
"The acting skills of the handsome Best Actor..."
Not only was he acting in a film, but he was also playing the leading role in an indie film. He had also won the highest award, the Best Actor Award.
The media and filmmakers who had worked with Qin Guan were the most shocked by the news.
The sixth-generation director swallowed the toothpaste foam while brushing his teeth. Director Zhang Jizhong dropped his meat bun filling. The most shocked person was the second director. Zhang Weining was laughing in his office.
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