Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Is Chapter 222 about splitting the family tree into a separate page?
Foshan.

February 17th, Lunar New Year's Eve.

Winter in Lingnan lacks the snow and wind of the north, but the air still carries the damp chill of the approaching year.

Red lanterns hanging at the village entrance swayed in the wind, and in the days before firecrackers were strictly prohibited, the sound of firecrackers exploding at the end of the alley was continuous.

Even though it was banned later, it had no effect in Guangzhou. People would still throw things away, and they would get angry at anyone who tried to stop them.

When Yuan Xiaoqin goes out to buy groceries, she always chats happily with the neighbors she meets.

"Xiaoqin, wow, you bought so much seafood! Is your kid back?"

"Have him come over to my house sometime. My kid also wants to apply to art school, and I'd like Wu Chen to give him some pointers."

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"He's back! Oh dear, he only gets to come home a few times a year. We need to give him some extra nutrition these next few days; the food outside isn't very good."

Yuan Xiaoqin greeted them with a smile as she walked home.

Bright red couplets were pasted in the main room of the house, and the newly pasted "Fu" character at the door still smelled of wet ink.

Steam filled the kitchen, the aroma of rice mingling with the savory fragrance of poached chicken.

When Yuan Xiaoqin returned, she immediately began cleaning the turbot she had bought, muttering to herself as she did so: "The seafood stall in the village knew you were back and insisted on giving me a big yellow croaker, saying you're the pride of the village and deserve a good meal. I just couldn't refuse."

"Wild?" Wu Chen asked subconsciously.

"Wild my foot! Do you know how much such a big wild yellow croaker costs?" Yuan Xiaoqin said with a laugh.

At this moment, Wu Yangming was sitting on the sofa, cracking sunflower seeds as he said, "The elders in the village have been discussing whether to give you a separate page in the family genealogy."

"A separate page?" Wu Chen was taken aback. "Isn't that necessary?"

“Why wouldn’t we need it?” Wu Yangming’s eyes widened. “Do you know what it means to have a separate page in the family genealogy? No one in our family has ever managed to do that, according to the records passed down through generations.”

"Listen to your dad about this. You don't need to worry about it. It's not something you can decide anyway."

Yuan Xiaoqin was still cleaning the turbot when she casually asked, "By the way, do you have a girlfriend yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Chen casually said, "I've got it."

"What?" Yuan Xiaoqin froze, not reacting for a moment. She quickly threw the half-washed fish back into the basin, hurriedly rubbed her hands on a kitchen towel, and came out.
"Who is it? What's their personality like? Are they good-looking? Do you have a photo? Why didn't you bring them back for dinner?"

Wu Chen chuckled as he looked at his mother's barrage of questions, took out his phone, flipped through a group photo, and handed it to her. Although the image quality was blurry, it didn't hinder his viewing.

When Yuan Xiaoqin saw this, her face immediately lit up with a big smile.

"It looks great! Old Wu, come and take a look."

"Hey, it's Chinese New Year, why don't you make a phone call?"

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Wu Chen was both amused and exasperated, but under Yuan Xiaoqin's expectant gaze, he still dialed the number.

As soon as the call connected, a familiar, clear, and slightly joyful voice came from the other end: "Junior brother, Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year." Wu Chen smiled. "Are you available now?"

"Oh, what's wrong?" Liu Yifei was taken aback, and after hearing what Wu Chen said on the phone, her face immediately turned red, and her voice became a little softer: "It's convenient, can you give the phone to Auntie?"

Liu Yifei knew from the rustling sound coming from the phone that it had been switched with someone else, and quickly said:
"Auntie, Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year! Happy New Year!" Yuan Xiaoqin's voice carried an undisguised affection, followed by a flurry of warm greetings before she continued cooking with a broad smile. When Wu Chen took over, he noticed that Liu Yifei's voice had also changed.

"Give the phone to Aunt Liu, I'll wish her a Happy New Year too," Wu Chen said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Liu Yifei sweetly responded and hurriedly rushed out. Wu Chen could still hear the sound of her footsteps through the phone.

At this moment, the couplets in the main room were lifted by a gust of wind, and the sound of firecrackers mixed with the aroma of the kitchen, enveloping the boy's lingering smile in the warmth of the New Year.

The New Year celebrations in Guangdong have nothing to do with the Spring Festival Gala. No matter how lively the gala is, it's just a backdrop, or even less.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, good news came from Berlin.

Wang Quan'an's "Tuya's Marriage" won the Golden Bear Award, which happened to be on the first day of the Lunar New Year, making it a great start.

And the Oscars are just around the corner, only a week away.

Wu Chen returned to Beijing on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, and then went to Los Angeles from Beijing.

Compared to the awkward timing of the Berlin Awards, the Oscars ceremony was much more normal, taking place on the morning of the ninth day of the Lunar New Year.

Of course, it is evening in North American time.

美国西部时间2月25日下午5:00，第79届奥斯卡金像奖颁奖典礼在洛杉矶柯达剧院隆重揭幕。

"Bring back an award!"

Han Sanping called Wu Chen early in the morning, offering congratulations with a hint of anticipation.

"I try my best"

Mu Deyuan did the same, calling Wu Chen early in the morning. Although he was full of anticipation, he was also worried that Wu Chen was under too much pressure, so he comforted him:

"Principal Zhang also spoke up today, asking all the teachers and students to cheer you on. But don't put too much pressure on yourself. Even if you don't win an award this time, it's okay; it's only a matter of time before you win."

"Thank you, teacher!"

Before walking the red carpet, the last phone call was from Liu Yifei.

The moment the screen lit up, a subtle smile crept onto Wu Chen's lips.

He answered the phone, and before he could even speak, he heard a soft, gentle voice from the girl on the other end: "Junior brother, we're waiting for you to come back!"

"Ok!"

Wu Chen responded softly, his voice gently lifted by emotion, like a warm breeze falling into his heart.

Meanwhile, to the outside world, two Rolls-Royce Phantoms slowly drove onto Hollywood Boulevard; these were cars specially arranged by Universal.

Bathed in the fine golden light of the setting sun, the long car steadily moved forward on the bustling street.

Inside the car were Wu Chen and the rest of the film crew.

Jason Blum, Chadwick Boseman, Blake Lively, Viola Davis, Anthony McKay
The atmosphere inside the car was initially lively with some conversation, but it gradually quieted down as they approached the red carpet entrance to the Kodak Theatre.

Jason Blum stared at the security guards flashing past the window, swallowed hard, and chuckled softly.
"Wu, the moment of truth has arrived. Whether we can make more money depends on today."

"What a spoilsport!"

Wu Chen laughed and scolded, but Jason Blum was right, because whether it's a film winning an award, an actor winning an award, or a director winning an award, the most direct and lasting effect is always more money.

Films sold for higher prices, everyone's salaries increased, and their status rose.
(End of this chapter)