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On the evening of April 15th, at the China Film Digital Base in Huairou.

Fu Yibai called "Cut!" for the last scene of the day, and the crew on set began to pack up the equipment in an orderly manner.

He sat in front of the monitor, reviewed the footage again to make sure nothing was missed, and then took off his headphones and stood up.

Zhang Xinyu was already waiting beside him, holding his coat and a glass of warm water.

"Mr. Fu, the schedule for tomorrow's film festival has been confirmed."

The opening ceremony will begin at 3 PM with the red carpet event, followed by the opening ceremony at 4 PM. As a guest of honor, you will need to spend approximately three minutes on the red carpet. There will also be a brief speech during the opening ceremony, limited to five minutes.

Fu Yibai took the water, drank a sip, draped his coat over his arm, and walked out of the shed.

"What about the clothes?"

"The styling team arrived this afternoon, and we'll have a fitting tonight."

Two outfits were available, one dark gray and one black, both haute couture.

"Black, I guess."

Zhang Xinyu nodded and followed him into the car.

On the way back to the hotel, Fu Yibai leaned back in his seat and scrolled through his phone.

The topic of tomorrow's film festival has already become a hot topic on Weibo, with previews of red carpet looks from celebrities such as Fan Binbin, Yang Mi, Tang Yan, and Jing Tian flooding the homepage.

He glanced at it briefly, put his phone away, and closed his eyes to rest.

At 2:40 PM on April 16th, at the Yanqi Lake International Convention and Exhibition Center.

The sky in Beijing in April was a clear, bright blue. The red carpet outside the convention center stretched from the main entrance all the way to the roadside, and the media areas on both sides were filled with photography equipment, with long lenses and short lenses densely packed towards the red carpet.

Fu Yibai's car stopped in front of the red carpet entrance.

As the car door opened, the sound of camera shutters suddenly intensified.

Media on both sides of the red carpet shouted his name. He nodded slightly, did not linger, and walked to the sign-in board as directed by the staff.

The sign-in board was already full of names.

He took the pen, signed "Fu Yibai" in the middle, then turned to face the media area, letting the cameras capture him for a few seconds before walking towards the entrance of the exhibition hall.

Fan Binbin was standing in the rest area at the entrance.

She wore a misty blue long dress today, her long hair was styled in an updo, and two small pearls dangled from her ears, making her look both elegant and radiant.

The two did not show much enthusiasm in public, only glancing at each other from a few steps away.

Fan Binbin nodded slightly at him, and Fu Yibai nodded and shook hands with Luc Besson next to him.

Luc Besson, the chairman of the jury for this year's "Tiantan Award," wore a dark blue suit and his hair was much whiter than it had been a few years ago. He chatted briefly with Fu Yibai in English, saying very little but very warmly.

"Fu, your film Interstellar has been discussed in Europe for a long time."

The person I most wanted to see during my trip to Beijing was you.

"Mr. Luc is too kind. I have read your works many times."

The opening ceremony started promptly at 4 p.m.

The main venue of the convention center can accommodate thousands of people, and the first three rows are filled with filmmakers from various countries and important figures in the domestic film and television industry.

Fu Yibai was seated in the first row, slightly to the right, next to Luc Besson and several other well-known directors from home and abroad.

After the host opened the event, relevant leaders from Beijing and representatives from the film festival organizing committee took turns to deliver speeches.

Fu Yibai leaned back in his chair, not listening very attentively, occasionally exchanging a few words of opinion with Luc Besson next to him in a low voice.

After the leaders finished their speeches, the host announced, "Please welcome Mr. Fu Yibai, the opening guest, to the stage."

Fu Yibai stood up, buttoned up his suit jacket, and walked onto the stage.

He hadn't prepared a speech. After standing still, he glanced at the audience and spoke in a clear and steady voice.

This year marks the fifth edition of the Beijing International Film Festival.

Five years ago, when I attended the first edition, many people asked, "Does China need so many film festivals?"

Looking back today, the answer to this question is obvious.

Today, we have filmmakers from dozens of countries, including veteran directors and young people who have just finished making their first films.

The fact that everyone is gathered here says a lot.

He paused, his gaze falling on the young faces below the stage.

"The Chinese film market is getting bigger and the audience is becoming more sophisticated."

Creators need to be more patient, especially in situations like these.

I've met many young directors, and the first question I always ask them is about the box office.

Box office revenue is important, of course, but you can't just focus on it when making a movie. First, figure out what you want to say, then figure out how to say it.

If you can't figure things out, the photos you take will lack soul.

Film festivals provide creators with a space to stop and reflect, and to see what others are doing.

This is the most important significance of the film festival.

"I wish the Beijing International Film Festival a complete success, and I also wish everyone who brought their works here can find the answers they are looking for."

Fu Yibai nodded to the audience, and applause erupted.

As he walked off the stage, the camera followed his back until he returned to his seat.

The opening film was a French movie personally recommended by Luc Besson, and Fu Yibai watched the entire film quietly.

After the screening, the organizers arranged a short cocktail party, where Fu Yibai and Luc Besson chatted for more than twenty minutes, discussing everything from French film policy to the possibility of Sino-French co-productions.

Luc Besson mentioned several times that he hoped Fu Yibai could go to France to make a film. Fu Yibai did not give a definitive answer, only saying that he would definitely consider it if the opportunity arose.

It was completely dark when I came out of the convention center.

Zhang Xinyu drove the car to the side door. After Fu Yibai got in, Fan Binbin got out of the car opposite, opened the door, and sat next to him.

"Are you tired?" Fan Binbin asked.

"It's alright, it's easier than filming."

Fu Yibai unbuttoned his suit jacket and leaned back in his chair.

Fan Binbin gave Zhang Xinyu an address, and Zhang Xinyu responded. The car slowly drove out of the convention center.

Although Fan Binbin has been living with Fu Yibai all these years, she still owns many properties in Beijing, all of which she purchased as investments.

One of them is located in Huairou District.

After the two entered the house, Fan Binbin kicked her high heels off in the entryway and walked barefoot into the living room, with Fu Yibai following behind.

Are you going to the forum tomorrow?

Fan Binbin poured him a glass of water and handed it to him.

"I'm not going."

Filming is on a tight schedule, so I'll be back on set first thing tomorrow morning.

And you?"

"I have an interview this afternoon, and I'm flying to Paris the day after tomorrow."

Fu Yibai took the water glass, took a sip, and said, "Then get some rest early tonight, don't stay up too late."

"That won't do."

After she finished speaking, she reached out and grabbed his tie, gently pulling him toward her.

Fu Yibai didn't say anything more.