After being dumped by the diva, I was picked up by her arch-enemy.

Jiang Yichen collapsed.

Tan Yunxiao reached out and caught him.

On the stage, the water sleeves are spread out.

The Fish Intestine Sword landed on the wooden board with a soft thud.

No one called for a stop.

Chen Ge stood next to the camera, his right hand still resting on the machine.

In the viewfinder.

Cheng Dieyi opened her eyes, a smile playing on her lips.

Duan Xiaolou held him, kneeling in the center of the stage, her lips trembling.

At this moment, it was impossible to tell whether it was the Overlord holding Yu Ji or Tan Yunxiao holding Jiang Yichen.

ten seconds.

Twenty seconds.

Thirty seconds.

Chen Ge finally closed his eyes.

"Click."

A single word was uttered.

There was no applause.

It's not bad.

No one can get over what just happened.

The makeup artist covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face through her fingers.

Several young stagehands stood in the corner, their eyes red-rimmed.

Chen Hao turned his back and wiped his face with his sleeve.

Tan Yunxiao lowered his head.

"Third brother."

Jiang Yichen did not react.

Tan Yunxiao's expression changed.

"The third son?"

His hand suddenly pressed down on Jiang Yichen's shoulder.

Jiang Yichen blinked.

The empty gaze slowly focused.

He first noticed the face paint on Tan Yunxiao's face, then he saw the cameras and light stands around him.

After a few seconds, he asked in a low voice.

"Did you pass?"

Tan Yunxiao let out a long breath.

"Passed."

"You almost sent me to my death."

Jiang Yichen propped himself up on his arm and sat up.

The phoenix crown is very heavy.

His neck was already stiff.

"Senior brother."

"Um?"

"You pressed down on my sleeves just now."

Tan Yunxiao was taken aback.

Then she slapped him on the back.

"He can still control the water sleeves; looks like he's not crazy."

A few laughs, tinged with tears, rang out on set.

Chen Ge stepped out from behind the camera.

He walked very slowly.

After arriving in front of Jiang Yichen, he looked down at the Fish Intestine Sword on the ground.

"The fifty-eighth day."

Chen Ge spoke.

"Farewell My Concubine has officially wrapped filming."

A thunderous applause erupted.

The emotions that had been suppressed for dozens of days erupted at this moment.

Chen Hao rushed onto the stage.

The assistant director rushed over.

The stagehands, lighting crew, prop masters, makeup artists—everyone gathered around.

She stuffed the flowers into Jiang Yichen's arms.

Tan Yunxiao brought over a board for finishing the process.

There was a line of text written on it.

The entire crew of "Farewell My Concubine" has wrapped up filming.

Jiang Yichen stood in the very center.

She still wore the makeup of Yu Ji on her face.

The camera freezes on that moment.

This is the last group photo of the film crew.

……

That evening.

The wrap party had twenty tables.

Chen Ge did not urge him to drink.

He only served Jiang Yichen a bowl of soup.

"Finish it."

Jiang Yichen looked at the bowl, then at him.

"Director Chen, I can do it myself."

"If you could take good care of yourself, you wouldn't have lost thirteen pounds in two months."

Chen Ge slammed the spoon down in front of him.

"The country has spent so much money, not for you to come to the film crew and perform ascension to immortality."

Chen Hao sat beside him and nodded.

"Yeah, Brother Chen, you're standing sideways now, you could almost be a bookmark."

Jiang Yichen took a sip of soup.

"It's one thing for Director Chen to scold me."

"You're getting rounder and rounder, where do you get the nerve to criticize me?"

Chen Hao looked down at his stomach.

He silently put down the pig's trotter in his hand.

The wrap party has ended.

Post-production can be started immediately.

The government dispatched three top-tier editing teams.

Four visual effects companies worked together to repair the footage.

The sound department has moved into the largest mixing studio in Beijing.

Chen Ge personally oversaw the editing.

Edit it frame by frame.

No one can rush you.

Jiang Yichen was forcibly sent back to the Qilin Opera Troupe.

As soon as he entered the backyard, Xu Zhiyou pounced on him.

"A great hero of Jiang Zemin!"

She hugged Jiang Yichen's waist.

They hugged for two seconds.

Xu Zhiyou suddenly loosened her grip and reached out to touch his waist.

Her face immediately fell.

"Where's your back?"

Jiang Yichen looked down at her.

"It's still there."

"Impossible! It wasn't this detailed before!"

Xu Zhiyou turned her head.

"Xingbao, come quick! He's made himself disappear!"

Gu Ruanxing stood beside the stone table.

She didn't pounce on him like Xu Zhiyou did.

She only looked at Jiang Yichen.

My gaze moved from his gaunt face to his lips, which had not yet fully regained their color.

A few seconds later, she walked up to him.

Welcome back.

Jiang Yichen smiled.

"Didn't you say to remember to come back after the performance?"

Gu Ruanxing's eyes flickered.

She raised her hand and straightened his collar.

"They're fairly obedient."

Xu Zhiyou immediately raised her hand.

"Starting today, the Supervisory and Management Committee will implement Level 1 control measures!"

Five meals a day.

"Sleep no less than nine hours."

"No dieting, no filming, and no going out of contact for a month."

Jiang Yichen asked, "Five meals?"

"right."

"Are you raising a boyfriend or a pig for the New Year?"

Xu Zhiyou blinked.

"Anything is fine."

Gu Ruanxing couldn't help but turn her head and chuckle.

Jiang Yichen finally made up his mind.

He is back.

There is no Yu Ji here.

There is no Duan Xiaolou.

There is no Cheng Dieyi.

There were only two people waiting for him to come home.

……

A month later.

The final editing of "Farewell My Concubine" has been completed.

The final film is 171 minutes long.

The first internal screening was arranged in the publicity department's small screening room.

Li Jianming, Zhou Chu, cultural and historical experts, and representatives from the opera world all came.

The lights went out.

The movie begins.

No one left the field during the 171 minutes.

When the lights came back on, the screening room remained quiet.

Li Jianming sat in the first row.

He took off his glasses and bent down to wipe them for a long time.

Zhou Chu did not urge him.

A dozen seconds later, Li Jianming put his glasses back on.

He turned to look at Jiang Yichen and Chen Ge.

"Send it out."

Chen Ge asked, "Where should I send it?"

Li Jianming looked at the screen.

"worldwide."

That night.

A copy of "Farewell My Concubine" was sent to France through special channels.

There was no large-scale publicity.

There was no prior publicity.

They didn't even announce the submission for review to the public.

Seven more days passed.

2:17 a.m.

Chen Hao kicked open the door to Jiang Yichen's studio.

"Third Brother!"

Jiang Yichen had just raised his head when a printed sheet of paper was slapped onto the table.

Chen Hao was out of breath from running.

Cannes.

"An official email from the Cannes Film Festival organizing committee."

"Farewell My Concubine has been selected for the main competition!"

Jiang Yichen picked up the printing paper.

At the very top is the Palme d'Or logo of the Cannes Film Festival.

Below is a line of French and English text.

He finished reading it.

His expression didn't change much.

Chen Hao panicked.

"Brother Chen, the main competition!"

"This is a major competition that Chinese films might not even make it into once every few years!"

"Give me some response!"

Jiang Yichen put down the paper.

"When do we depart?"

Chen Hao opened his mouth.

He struggled for a long time before finally managing to utter a sentence.

"You're really good at pretending."

Footsteps sounded outside the door.

Chen Ge pushed the door open and came in.

The old man's shirt was buttoned up incorrectly.

He had obviously just gotten out of bed.

He didn't look at Chen Hao.

Instead, she handed another piece of paper to Jiang Yichen.

"The chairman of the organizing committee sent a separate letter."

He only asked one question.

Jiang Yichen took it.

The letter contained only two lines of text.

Who is the actor who plays Cheng Dieyi?

Please make sure to bring him to Cannes.