Chapter 686
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The Korean crew of "Samaritan Girl" cheered excitedly.
Their loud cheers spread throughout the hall.
The remaining awards were getting fewer and fewer. When the Best Director Award suddenly fell into his hands, the other directors couldn't help but feel depressed.
"Where did this country bumpkin come from? How could he be so loud at such a formal ceremony?"
"Exactly! He doesn't care about his image at all!"
The comforting words of the people around them made the old men feel a little better. However, when the host made the following announcement, they were dumbfounded.
"The winner of the Jury Prize at the 54th Berlin Film Festival is' Lost Embrace '!"
When the dust settled, there was only a thin line between him and the only winner of the Golden Bear Award. However, the easily satisfied old men welcomed their excited hugs.
Under the kind reminder of the staff, the four teams stepped onto the stage that symbolized the highest honor. It was for the sake of their old age and for the sake of their persistent dreams.
Flowers bloomed and withered, and the four seasons alternated. There was a law of nature.
For filmmakers, there were too many coincidences, too many inspirations, too many setbacks, and too many opportunities.
It was hard to say whether they had made movies or not. Anyway, they would go on in silence, hand in hand, until they grew old.
To all the filmmakers who loved this industry.
Of course, if you made money from bad films, you could consider leaving.
Surrounded by the four old men, Qin Guan was drinking a small glass of whiskey to celebrate "Lost Embrace" and "Lost Embrace" in the cold winter.
They couldn't drink too much, and they couldn't let themselves get drunk. What awaited them the next day was their latest movie, as well as a different movie path.
The departing plane took off from the city where they had briefly met and landed at the destination where everyone had met.
They were greeted by different people. Some were old wives who hadn't seen each other for a long time, some were dutiful assistants, and some were Miss Cong, who had to bring them breakfast.
Qin Guan was carrying his silver bear in his suitcase, which didn't improve his family status.
In his hand was the breakfast that his girlfriend had specifically asked him to make when he got off the plane. It was the traditional Benedict egg, a specialty staple of the family breakfast called 'Joe'.
The egg was made of English muffins. Qin Guan was holding it, but the fragrance of the egg wafted out of the box.
Qin Guan was drooling over the temptation. He opened the door to his apartment.
The winter sun in New York didn't rise too early, adding a touch of warmth to the room that had been exposed a little.
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia The bed in the master bedroom had traces of someone just getting out of bed. There was a human figure on the bedsheet.
The steam rising from the bathroom signaled the end of the good morning dream. New Yorkers' favorite breakfast delicacies were spread out on a white porcelain plate for each of them.
Classic Eggs Benedict, this muffin was covered with creamy, semi-solidified egg white, served with crispy Canadian bacon and mayonnaise.
One of its biggest characteristics was its rich ingredients. Who would have thought that in just a breakfast, this half-solidified egg would also have crab cakes made from a mixture of crab meat and crayfish meat, as well as green spinach that was secretly hidden in the corner.
Qin Guan waved to the bathroom and picked up his knife and fork. "I'm going to eat first!" Then he picked up the knife and fork.
When the silver fork pierced into the soft core of the egg, the liquid poured down through the crab meat and into the muffin. All Qin Guan could feel was the word "wonderful".
The sweetness of the crab meat, the mellowness of the mayonnaise, the tenderness of the hot spring egg and the fragrance of the spinach were the perfect combination. They caressed the tip of his tongue and moistened his taste buds.
In the blink of an eye, an entire egg muffin had been stuffed into his stomach.
"Ugh..."
He was choking.
Qin Guan was beating his chest and stamping his feet in front of the table when Cong Nianwei came out of the bathroom, drying her hair.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were staring at each other after a long separation. Qin Guan's eyes were wide open due to choking.
"Sigh..."
With a sigh, a white towel was draped over the back of the chair, and a pair of gentle hands poured out the coffee from the red coffee pot at a suitable temperature.
"Drink up!"
As the fragrant coffee flowed down his throat, he was saved from the awkwardness of choking on his coffee.
"What's the plan for today?"
Qin Guan finally had some free time, so he could take a break before the start of the new semester.
Cong Nianwei sat down across from him leisurely. She put a mouthful of delicious food in her mouth and answered his question.
"The university has been looking for you for a long time. They asked me to inform them as soon as you came back. I guess it has something to do with Prof. Martin's application for a doctoral degree on your behalf.
If everything goes well, we will finish our studies in the US in June or July. "
Qin Guan was in a daze. He wanted to know what Cong Nianwei was thinking about.
"What's your plan?"
"I should be able to get a master's degree in architecture, but it takes a long time to get a doctoral degree. I asked my tutor and he said it would take me four to five years, maybe even longer.
"And for this major to be close to the needs of society and the market, it's very difficult to just rely on hard work on campus."
"I think I might choose to work as a Ph. D. and accumulate experience while working."
"If that's the case, I don't need to focus my work on the United States. Here, the beauty of the world can be my starting point."
"Whenever there's a chance, I'll bring my team with me and go to any country. Isn't that good? "
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