Huayu: I'm reborn, but you still force me to be a scumbag?

Chapter 333 Is that the only way it can be considered love?
"Wow wow wow, it sounds like that damn Chinese guy finally messed up the show?"

"Hahaha, yes Harvey, as I said at Christmas, there is no actor in the world who will not act in bad movies. No matter who he is, no matter how strict his selection criteria are. Harrison Ford will be beaten to a pulp by "Firewall", and Tom Hanks will be roasted in "The Bonfire of the Vanities". Today, just like Marlon Brando will eventually meet "The Stealer", No Chen finally has his "The Hawthorn Tree". "

".I don't like your analogies. But come on, Sam, did his acting finally go awry and screw up?"

"Well, that's not the case. But he chose the wrong script this time, the wrong director Zhang Yimou, and many other things. He gave up what he was best at, the kind of profound acting that interprets complex human nature, and confined himself to a piece of paper."

"A piece of paper?"

"It's a metaphor. I mean, his characters are as thin as a piece of paper, and they don't stand up to scrutiny at all. Can you imagine a man and a woman who are in love lying in bed, and he even touched her private parts, but in the end he didn't do anything?"

“HAHAHAHAHAHA, WTF.”

"Hahahaha, I even heard someone say this was a gay when the show was over. Hahaha. He even washed her feet. My God, he washed her feet, but from beginning to end, they didn't even kiss. What kind of love is this? A platonic spiritual love? Sorry, the Berlin in my mind doesn't believe in this."

"Haha, I'm glad to hear you say that. You mean, there's no hope this time, right?"

"99%. Although his acting skills are fine, it is useless. Unless Werner Herzog and those judges are crazy, they will let him win the Silver Bear again. Compared with My Blueberry Nights, this movie is only suitable for the juvenile stage."

"...That sounds wonderful. But I just saw the news from Berlin. It seems that the Chinese guy made a phone call on the red carpet and wanted to call the police to arrest Roman Polanski. Did you know about this?"

"No, I don't." Sam White laughed. "My God, Harvey, if calling the police would have worked, Polanski would have been in jail in the 70s."

"Yes, so I can't figure it out. Why would someone who used despicable means to win a mansion worth tens of millions of dollars... Never mind, I called Polanski before and he treated me very badly. This is none of our business. Now, you just need to do your job well."

"OK, I understand, Harvey."

At the on-site press conference, Koslik finally spoke.

“I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it.”

He spoke a sentence in German and the translator followed behind them and translated it.

The translator was a German, but he must have studied in China because he had only a slight accent. Chen Nuo could hear it clearly, and he also believed that Zhang Yimou could hear it clearly.

His originally excited expression slowly turned calm.

He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Zhang Yimou couldn't laugh anymore.

“It’s a very good movie.”

"Zhang uses his skilled techniques to tell a very complete story."

“The actors in it also showed their wonderful performances.”

"The leading actress, Liu from China, absolutely shines with her performance."

"Chen, I don't need to say much, his performance is as wonderful and stable as always."

“Congratulations to them.”

The reporter did not sit down and continued to ask: "So, Mr. Koslick, you still haven't answered my question. Did you like the movie?"

Koslick smiled and said, "My personal feelings are not important. What matters is how the audience sees it."

“Do you think the audience will like it?”

"I don't know. Wait until the community screening in a few days. I suggest you go ask the citizens of Berlin again."

After saying this, Koslik winked at the host beside him.

The reporter obviously noticed this and immediately said, "Sir, let me ask one last question. Do you think this movie can win an award in Berlin?"

“That’s for Werner Herzog and his jury members to decide.” Kosslick laughed. “You’re asking the wrong person.”

The host said, "Okay, next one. Let's focus on the movie itself."

Reporters in the media room immediately swarmed up, hands raised.

The host looked around and pointed to a position: "OK, you."

A man with a big nose stood up and said in English: "My question is for Chen. Chen, what made you agree to take on such a movie? Do you think you can win the Best Actor award again for this movie?"

The press conference lasted for more than 50 minutes before ending abruptly.

Not to mention comparing it with "Reunion", it can even be said to have set a new low in the length of a press conference at the Berlin Film Festival.

It wasn't that the reporters didn't want to continue, but it was at Zhang Yimou's signal that this purgatory-like scene ended.

At this press conference, 70% of the questions were directed at Chen Nuo.

That reporter's question was just the beginning, almost everyone else was asking him the same question.

Without exception, they were all criticizing him. Although Chen Nuo thought it was okay, Zhang Yimou obviously couldn't stand it anymore and ended the press conference early.

After ending the press conference early, before he even left the Film Palace, he said to Chen Nuo with a serious expression: "Nuozi, it seems that we have completely miscalculated this time."

This is absolute nonsense.

Needless to say, he had just been tortured for so long.

In fact, Chen Nuo realized that they were thinking things simply when Koslik hesitated for a long time and babbled on and on and refused to say "I like it" from his own mouth.

The love stories in "The Hawthorn Tree" are actually a bit embellished for Chinese people, just like the poem "Red Bean", which describes a kind of love that most people can only dream of but cannot achieve.

In most cases, if you go a year or two without calling or writing to your wife or girlfriend, try it. By then, it won't be how many branches will bloom in spring, but how many hats you will have.

So, what kind of love is this for those foreigners who cannot tolerate fine grains?
Looking back now, Chen Nuo thought that Zhang Yimou was fine, but what was particularly incredible was that he could have intentionally or unintentionally ignored this issue.

who is he?

Doesn't he know enough?

For example, there is an example that is so vivid in my memory.

That was in 2012, when Tinde had just come out.

There he met a Chinese-Canadian girl who was on a graduation trip to LA.

The girl was quite pretty, so after playing together for half a day, they slept together at night.

After they were done, the two chatted. The girl had never been to China, so she curiously asked him how many women he had slept with in his life.

At that time, Chen Nuo was only 25 years old, still a relatively innocent age, and he casually said 20 of them.

As a result, the ABC was so incredible that it felt like hearing that an elephant weighs only 20 kilograms.

It's not that I feel it's too much, but that I feel it's too little.

The girl told him that in Canada, before getting married, if a man or woman has not slept with a hundred or eighty men, they are considered ugly and no one wants them.

Of course, it doesn’t matter whether this number is true or not.

The important thing is that, in the eyes of these European and American foreigners, if you don’t have sex when you are in a relationship, then you either have a mental problem or a problem with your sexual orientation. In short…

It's not love at all.

Using such a plain and simple love movie to challenge the European and American people's concept of love that has been passed down for hundreds and thousands of years, aren't these people asking for trouble?
Even if there is no sex scene, it is estimated that only by kissing from beginning to end like in Blueberry can these foreigners barely think that they are watching a love movie instead of a fairy tale.

Come to think of it, Wang Jiawei is the rational one, while Zhang Yimou and him are definitely a little inflated.

The two people coincidentally ignored the reality on some issues, indulged in self-satisfaction, and thus affected the entire team.

Just like everyone knows that stock trading will result in losses, but they still go for it.

Being shortlisted for the main competition unit also fueled their optimism and reinforced their misconception that love, like maternal love, is universally accepted and that cultural walls do not exist.

If "Mother" can do it in Cannes, why can't "The Hawthorn Tree" do it in Berlin?
The results of it?
No one can say that Zhang Yimou's personal style in this version of The Hawthorn Tree is inferior to Bong Joon-ho's.

However, at this time, the cultural barrier regarding love, like an iron curtain across the European continent, landed in the city of Berlin and divided it into two halves, east and west.

This makes them, who come from the East, become aliens to some extent in the eyes of these Westerners.

……

After hearing Lao Mouzi's dejected words, Chen Nuo didn't know what to say and could only nod silently.

After returning to the hotel, it was almost 1 a.m. Chen Nuo was about to take a shower when he heard the doorbell ring.

Maybe before tonight, Chen Nuo might not open the door.

But now, after taking a look through the peephole, he opened the door without thinking too much and made way.

"come in."

Liu Yifei changed into a dark blue winter sweatshirt, lowered her head and walked in silently.

But he was still quite rude and sat down beside Chen Nuo's bed.

Chen Nuo sat on the bench, looking at Liu Yifei's expression, and could only comfort her: "Don't worry. It doesn't matter if you can't do it in Berlin. You can still win the Golden Horse Awards, the Golden Rooster Awards, and other awards after you return. There will be absolutely no problem with your performance this time, don't think too much."

Liu Yifei remained silent and did not say anything.

Chen Nuo sighed.

In fact, he was not in a good mood either.

How can I get better?
Everyone came to Berlin happily, eating hot pot and singing songs, but this was the result.

On the way back, Zhang Yimou kept saying that after going to the community cinema for the screening, he was going to go to Paris to relax and think about his next movie.

Director Zhang is a man who has experienced many ups and downs, so of course he can let go of his current misfortunes. He asked Chen Nuo to introduce him to Leonelto Dicaprio, hoping to see if he could invite Leo to star in his next movie.

The movie script is almost ready. It is adapted from Yan Geling's novel of the same name, "The Flowers of War", and is about the Nanjing Massacre. Now we are preparing to find a big Hollywood star to play the priest in the film. Leonardo DiCaprio is director Zhang's first choice.

At the same time, after returning to China, a nationwide audition for twelve girls will begin.

Why are there twelve and not thirteen?

It was because Director Zhang had already chosen one in mind. It was none other than Zhang Xiaofei, who Chen Nuo had called and watched the movie with Director Zhang.

The girl looked like she had big eyes and was quite smart. She even sent him a New Year's greeting message during the Spring Festival.

Director Zhang was talking about all this and that with a smile on his face on the way back to the hotel in the car.

Of course, everyone knows what he means.

It's just about looking forward.

After one movie is finished, another one is made. Failure is only temporary.

As long as people are still there, they can make a comeback.

Oh shit.

It's easy to say. But Chen Nuo couldn't let it go so easily. Similarly, he also found that Liu Yifei couldn't let it go so easily either.

This may be the difference between a director and an actor.

The director only needs to be responsible to the investors. As long as the investors don't blame him, he can be a great hero even if he is pursuing his dream of entering the entertainment industry.

But as an actor who devotes his whole heart to a role, the frustration and loss of seeing that all his hard work is not understood by others is definitely not easy to get over.

Liu Yifei was silent for a long time before she said, "I want to drink."

Chen Nuo looked at the mini bar in the room and didn't say anything, because he actually wanted to drink something. If Qi Yuntian hadn't been exhausted from following him for the past two days, he would definitely have pulled Qi over to have a couple of drinks.

He stood up and walked over there. "What would you like to drink? Red wine?"

"No, whiskey."

Chen Nuo walked over, took a bottle from the bar and opened it.

The price of whiskey in the Ritz-Carlton room is so high that ordinary people would probably have a cardiac arrest just by looking at it.

However, Chen Nuo didn't care about it anymore as he was in a bad mood.

The amber liquor was poured into a glass, and he drank from the small glass directly at the bar. As the spicy liquor went down his throat, the knot in his heart did ease a little, fighting poison with poison.

"I want to drink too." Liu Yifei shouted dissatisfiedly.

Chen Nuo took two empty wine glasses in one hand and the wine bottle in the other, went over and placed them on the coffee table with a clang, then poured half a cup into each glass.

I was ready to pick it up and touch it.

As a result, Liu Yifei took the cup in front of her and drank it without saying a word.

Chen Nuo was ready to watch her make a fool of herself, but she saw that the girl remained calm and put the cup on the table again, "More."

"Pour it yourself."

Chen Nuo knew his alcohol tolerance. If he drank a few more glasses like he did just now, he would probably vomit, so he took the second glass of wine and sipped it slowly.

Liu Yifei was different from him. She poured herself more than half a cup, then tilted her head back, took two sips, and finished it all.

But this time he couldn't help it and started coughing.

After coughing, two red clouds flew up on his face, but his speech was still clear, "Chen Nuo, do you think we still have a chance?"

Chen Nuo thought about it and shook his head: "Very small."

Liu Yifei closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering, took a deep breath, and said, "I think we acted really well, and Director Zhang directed it well, too. I cried when I watched it just now... But why is it like this?"

Chen Nuo took a sip of wine, and he felt very good too.

but……

He doesn't even want to see the ratings for "Silver Screen" tomorrow.

When he was filming "My Blueberry Nights", he thought it was most likely to fail. In the end, he didn't win the Best Actor award at the Cannes Film Festival, but he did win the Palme d'Or, which was considered a success.

As for The Hawthorn Tree, he put a lot of effort into winning the award, and he came to Berlin with great ambitions, thinking he could succeed, but he didn't expect it to fail.

Maybe this is life?
Just as bitter as this wine.

He sighed again.

"Have I implicated you?" Liu Yifei asked again.

Chen Nuo frowned and looked up at the girl, only to see her looking at him seriously.

The oval face was slightly pink due to alcohol. The eyes that were once bright were now a little dazed, the long eyelashes were trembling, the tip of the nose was also slightly red due to the alcohol, the lips were pursed and then released, and the lips seemed to be coated with a layer of honey, casting a moist glaze-like color under the dim light.

"You're getting me into trouble? Haha."

"Didn't the reporters all ask you if you regret working with me?"

"Are you the one they're asking? You guys... Never mind, don't listen to their nonsense. Like I said, I really like this movie, especially the last scene. If I had the final say, I would have given you the Silver Bear."

Liu Yifei was silent for a while and said, "Thank you." Then he poured another half glass of wine, came over and clinked glasses with Chen Nuo, and they both took a sip together.

"How many stars do you think we'll get tomorrow? How many points?"

"One? Two? One or two points? Who cares? When the time comes, after attending the welcome ceremony at the community cinema, I'll go to the United States and you go back to China. Qi Da said there are several good scripts, you can go back and choose for yourself. Just like Zhang Weiping said, victory and defeat are common in the military. What does it matter if we don't win an award? Wang Quanan's movie is so popular, does that mean he will definitely win one? Anyway, our box office should be good, that's all."

Liu Yifei whispered, "Yeah." She stared at the wine glass blankly and asked, "What do you think love is?"

"What is love... um, next question."

Liu Yifei smiled and fell silent again. After a long while, she sighed and said, "Does it only count as love if you do that kind of thing?"

"Certainly not."

"But why do they all say our acting is fake?"

"You should know the morals of these Europeans and Americans better than I do, right? Do you take their words seriously? Haha."

"That's right."

"You say, is that kind of thing so interesting?"

"Uh"

Liu Yifei suddenly looked up at Chen Nuo and asked, "Have you done it?"

This time Chen Nuo was really choked by his saliva and coughed for a long time.

Liu Yifei curled her lips and said, "It seems that I have done it before."

Chen Nuo chuckled and said, "Can we change the subject?"

"No, hey, who did it with?"

"I said let's change the subject."

"I said no, tell me quickly, when did you do it, and with whom? Was it Janice Man? You lived together at the time, right, didn't you?"

When Liu Yifei said this, her body kept leaning forward. Probably because she had been drinking, her limbs were not very flexible anymore, and she suddenly lost her balance and fell forward.

Chen Nuo subconsciously reached out to grab some, it was a close call, just a second later, Xixi would have fallen face first to the ground.

"Are you drunk? Wow, you're so heavy. How much do you weigh?"

Chen Nuo remembered that it was the same last time. The woman was drunk, and he helped her get into the car. He was so tired that he almost vomited blood. Liu Xiaoli was standing by, feeling that he was some kind of flower thief.

He straightened Liu Yifei and said speechlessly: "Do you want to go back to sleep? I think you seem..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the girl in front of him had a red face, her skin was as red as blood jade, spreading from her cheeks to her ears. At the same time, she slightly opened her lips and said something in a very low voice.

"what?"

Liu Yifei's voice was a little louder this time, but still not much louder than a mosquito. "Your hand."

Chen Nuo's mind felt a little numb, and he didn't react for a moment. He even moved his hand subconsciously, and felt that the touch was hard and soft at the same time.

He looked down and realized that his hand was in the wrong place. In his drunken state, he subconsciously pinched it again.

Although there is still a steel ring, only the fingertips can touch the soft and elastic part.

But a shameless thought flashed through his mind. Unexpectedly, it was a little bigger than he imagined.

If it were someone else, Liu Yifei would definitely not react so lightly now.

But now, she just felt as if there was a branding iron on her chest. Not to mention moving her hands, her brain was a little fuzzy from the burn. But she also felt particularly comfortable and wanted to just fall asleep.

Liu Yifei drank three glasses of 45-proof whiskey in five minutes, and with the last bit of rationality left, she said, "Chen...you...you let it go, let it go..."

Liu Yifei was also quite slow. In fact, Chen Nuo had already let go at this time. He shook his dizzy head, sat back in his chair, and laughed, "I didn't mean to do that. Sorry."

The blush on Liu Yifei's face did not disappear. She bit her lip. For some reason, she thought of the previous question again.

Is it true that love only comes after having sex?

She stood up shakily and said, "No, I'm going back to sleep."

"Go ahead." Chen Nuo took the wine glass, sat on the chair, and took another sip.

He had no intention of seeing Liu Yifei off because he felt dizzy and his legs were softer than noodles and he could hardly stand.

You know, within 36 hours, he flew to BJ, sang a song, and then returned to Berlin without stopping.

Gave an interview, attended a premiere and a press conference, and finally returned to the hotel and drank two glasses of whiskey.

The total rest time is the 9 hours on the plane back home.

In this situation, he did not fall asleep immediately, which showed his strong willpower.

"Help me up." Liu Yifei said, "I feel a little dizzy."

“Fuck, you…”

Chen Nuo saw that the woman was indeed a little shaky and seemed about to fall. He had no choice but to stand up by holding on to the armrests of the chair.

He shook his head and walked over with a slightly unstable center of gravity.

"I...I'll help you. I really admire you. You really are..."

Chen Nuo was speaking incoherently and tongue-tiedly. Before he could finish his words, he went over to hold Liu Yifei's arm, but her entire weight fell on him.

It would be fine if it was any other time, but how could Chen Nuo possibly hold on now?

He could only yell "Ouch" before both of them fell to the side.

Fortunately, there was a soft big bed next to them, and the combined weight of the two of them was nearly 300 pounds, so they did not fall unconscious.

Lying on the soft quilt and mattress, Chen Nuo felt a warm air blowing on his nose. At the same time, a very dizzying smell of alcohol came from the opposite side, making his mind even more confused.

A pair of large eyes with distinct black and white were now very close to him, almost touching his own. Chen Nuo felt that his entire vision was filled with this pair of eyes, and even focusing became a problem.

My eyes subconsciously moved downwards, first noticing the slightly curved hump nose with the tiny pores on the tip of the nose clearly visible, and then the moist lips.

too close.

Not within arm's reach, but within a hair's breadth.

It was so hard to tell who pouted first, as their lips touched each other all of a sudden.

(End of this chapter)