Huayu Tianxian: This director is such a hypocrite!

Chapter 104 is here! The awards ceremony is here!

"Distinguished guests, dear filmmakers, welcome to the 62nd Venice International Film Festival Awards Ceremony!"

In the gleaming Palazzo Vecchio of Venice, Dante Ferretti stood on the stage, reading his opening remarks for the awards ceremony from his script into a standing microphone.

Offstage, Ye Chong looked around and saw many cameramen, immediately giving up his idea of ​​touching and messing around with Yi Fei.

Just now, when he was looking for the camera, he and Ang Lee exchanged a glance from afar.

Although they are rivals, Ang Lee is a very good guy.

Despite having no reputation whatsoever, he was still willing to come to my screening room to watch movies, and I didn't even acknowledge him that night.

"This film festival features 56 films from around the world being screened."

On the stage, Chairman Dante Ferretti was still rambling on, and with his words, Ye Chong's once-silent heart slowly began to beat again.

As a crucial part of the initial plan, tonight's success or failure will determine Fei Ye's future plans.

That fake, serious system only has these actor cards and award cards to offer. Don't let me down!

"Alright, let's begin the awards ceremony of the 62nd Venice International Film Festival!"

"Clap clap clap clap————"

Ye Chong clapped his hands and turned to look at Yi Fei, who was also clapping softly.

She tilted her head slightly, a gentle smile on her face. Her fair arms and slender neck perfectly embodied the words "intellectual" and "exquisite beauty."

Compared to her, I seem like an illiterate nouveau riche!

Ye Chong couldn't help but think this way.

Regardless of the identity of the reborn person, anyone who gets close to Yifei would have this feeling.

"Fairy" is not only a label for the character "Wang Yuyan" she played, but also a description of her own temperament.

"You're peeking at my sister again!"

A coquettish voice rang out, bringing Ye Chong back to his senses. Yi Fei was looking at him with a sidelong glance.

"Hey, you little rascal."

He wanted to touch her, but he couldn't.

He noticed that this girl seemed to have taken a liking to her older sister's game.

She only lets out a soft moan when he's holding her and kissing her.

"What do you want to do?" Yifei still had a slight smile on her lips, paused, and then added, "Don't say 'do'!"

'

You've already said all the lines I wanted to say, what else can I say?

The winner of the Giovanni Award for Best New Cinema at the 62nd Venice International Film Festival is—

The voices on stage made the two pause in their interaction. Yifei looked at the director's face flashing across the big screen and asked curiously, "Why isn't it displayed on the public screen? It just flashes by."

"There are too many films; all the nominated films are candidates, including those in the main competition."

As soon as Ye Chong finished speaking, the award presenter's voice rang out from the stage.

"Park Chan-wook – Sympathy for Lady Vengeance!"

"Clap clap clap clap————"

A round of applause broke out in the room.

"Newcomer Film Award?"

Ye Chong found it amusing.

This is just a consolation prize. Lu Chuan was so proud of being shortlisted for the main competition, but he didn't get anything in return, even though he kept talking about it every day.

What? My movies have been to Venice and won awards overseas?

This is pure nonsense. He won a no-name award at some obscure film festival overseas. People who don't know any better would actually think he won Venice.

In China, when someone is nominated for Best Actor but doesn't win, movie fans often call them a "near-Best Actor." So, according to Lu Chuan, he would be a "near-Silver Lion Director."

The winner of the Best Short Film award at the 62nd Venice International Film Festival is—

The awards ceremony on stage went by quickly, or rather, time flies when you start to lose focus.

Seeing that he was lost in thought, Yifei assumed he was thinking about something and didn't disturb him.

Forty minutes later, Yifei's eyebrows twitched slightly, and she suddenly raised her hand to cover her stomach, but did not say anything.

"Hmm?" Ye Chong was startled by her movement and turned his head suspiciously: "What's wrong, sister?"

"My tummy—" Yifei glanced at him timidly. "It hurts a little."

"Did you eat something that upset your stomach?"

Yifei rolled her eyes.

Putting aside the fact that there was already very little food, and everyone was eating together, so why am I the only one suffering from the pain?

Seeing her expression, Ye Chong understood.

After understanding, he frowned, then reached out and put his hand into her arms.

"What are you doing!"

Yifei couldn't avoid it, and looked around haphazardly. Fortunately, it was another award ceremony, and the camera wasn't focused on them.

"I'll massage it for you!"

"No!" Yifei pouted, looking at him suspiciously. "Are you stupid? What kind of place is this?"

"I don't care what kind of place it is!" Ye Chong frowned, suddenly leaned forward, took off his suit jacket on the spot, and then covered Yi Fei's legs with it.

Ye Chong, who is 1.88 meters tall, naturally wears a very long suit. To outsiders, it looks like Ye Chong is taking off his clothes to cover Yi Fei's legs.

"What do you want to do!" Yifei had tried to stab him in the back countless times, but today the little man was very disobedient.

"Be good, my hands are warm, it'll be fine in a bit."

"No, brother! Do you know what you're doing?" Yifei became increasingly anxious, her face turning red. This was the first row!

"The winner of the Best Newcomer Award at the 62nd Venice International Film Festival is!"

We've now entered the main competition section, and all the filmmakers' eyes are firmly focused on the big screen.

In the first row, Ye Chong seized the opportunity when Yi Fei was looking at the stage and decisively reached his hand in.

"Ah!"

Chen Zhixi, who was standing to the side, looked over curiously and her eyes widened immediately.

Chongdi, you! Huh? Here?

Yifei caught a glimpse of her actions out of the corner of her eye and quickly explained, "It's menstrual cramps, he's rubbing my stomach."

"Oh~" Chen Zhixi suddenly realized.

She leaned forward slightly, and Chong Ye Chong winked at her: "I'll massage it."

"You?" Ye Chong frowned.

"Hurry up!" Yifei, caught in the middle, blushed deeply.

"Hmm————" Ye Chong finally took out his hand, and Chen Zhixi simply took over his work.

As soon as the person was changed, Yifei immediately sensed that something was different.

That bad apple—it seems he really has some training.

The large, warm hands felt very comfortable during the massage.

"The Best Screenplay Award at the 62nd Venice International Film Festival goes to George Clooney and Grant Heslov's *Good Night and Good Luck*!"

Getting closer and closer.

I was just arguing with my sister, and it's already at the end?

After the two screenwriters finished their acceptance speeches and stepped down from the stage, another person came up – a veteran Italian actress.

"The winner of the Best Actress award is—please look at the big screen."

The camera on the screen began to switch to the faces of actresses, a total of twenty actresses.

When the camera switched to Gong Li, Ye Chong glanced at it briefly.

Gong Shen maintained his composed and unassuming demeanor, indicating that he was indeed not nervous.

"Giovana Mezzogiorno's *The Beast Within*!"

"Clap clap clap clap————"

As Ye Chong clapped, he turned to look at Gong Li, who happened to be looking at him as well.

Although Sister Li shook her head at him, Ye Chong could still see the resentment in her eyes.

The next award was for Best Actor. Duan Yihong pursed his lips, his expression serious.

Upon hearing that David Strathairn had won the award, he nodded dejectedly.

There are three left.

Ye Chong's heart was pounding.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous; what if the system was just for show?

This damn system has done a lot of unethical things.

At this moment, the guest who was to present the third-to-last major award came on stage, and it was none other than Hayao Miyazaki.

The winner of the Silver Lion for Best Director is—

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