Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet

The process of the Venice Film Festival awards ceremony is simple and fast. There is no mystery, and no deliberate sensationalism. The two hosts stepped onto the stage and, under the witness of all the judges and guests, opened the small envelope with the final result.

Uncle Cai covered his heart and whispered: "...I'm used to watching the domestic singing and dancing awards ceremony. This time I encountered such an efficient and exciting, I am not ready yet."

It is said that Italians work slowly, and Jiang Zicheng was deeply impressed during the time he came to Venice, but the award ceremony of the Venice Film Festival was incredibly fast.

There are 30 crews shortlisted for the main competition unit and the horizon unit. The red carpet ceremony ended in less than 40 minutes. On average, each crew stayed on the red carpet for more than one minute; the award ceremony process The single was sent to everyone's seat, and Jiang Zicheng found that it was expected to end in one hour from the beginning to the end.

He is not attending the Venice Film Festival, but the Weihai Film Festival.

Before Uncle Cai’s words came to an end, the host had announced the first award, which was the best screenplay award in the Horizon Unit.

The host opened the envelope and read the name of the winner. The winner came to the stage to receive the award, said three thoughts, and stepped down.

Jiang Zicheng looked at his watch-it did not exceed three minutes before and after.

Faster than male rabbits during mating and mating period.

Then there is the second prize, the third prize, the fourth prize...

Jiang Zicheng couldn't understand Italian, and there was no translator by his side, so he could only clap stupidly with everyone.

The Venice Film Festival is different from the Oscar-like commercial film awards. There is only a shortlist of nominees. All shortlisted works can compete for all awards. For example, this time a total of twenty films were shortlisted for the main competition unit, and the final seven awards will be generated from these twenty works.

In a flash of half an hour, the awards ceremony finally entered the most exciting part, that is, the awards of the main competition unit!

Jiang Zicheng hurriedly cheered up and looked at the rostrum eagerly. He wished he had a figure like Xie Dabai's, so he could stretch himself into a bar, let himself stand taller and see farther.

Just listen to the host saying: "SFBETY%^(*!#[emailprotected]!CQWSRT"

Then he said: "[emailprotected]#[emailprotected]!#^%^*I&YKMQEWD~"

Then continue to say: "VAWERHR^&%(*&([emailprotected]#"

Jiang Zicheng was so anxious that he couldn't understand why the award ceremony, which was progressing fast just now, suddenly slowed down. He cast his questioning gaze to Brother Hu and Uncle Cai, who were also at a loss.

At this moment, Xie Beiwang, who was sitting next to Jiang Zicheng, suddenly leaned down and leaned towards him.

There was no gap between the seats, and now the distance between the two is almost zero. Seen from the back, two black-haired men, one tall and one short, are nestled together, intimate.

With a deep, magnetic voice blowing in Jiang Zicheng’s ears, I only heard Xie Beiwang speak slowly: "The host said, as we wander in the palace of art, don’t forget that the people of many countries in this world are deeply involved in cruel wars. In this year’s film festival, several very profound documentary films have emerged. All the proceeds will be donated to the devastated people. I hope all filmmakers will join in this action..."

In order not to disturb other people, Xie Beiwang's voice was very soft and low. When he translated, he almost stuck to Jiang Zicheng's ear and whispered to him.

Jiang Zicheng didn't think he would suddenly be so close, and he shrank a little nervously, trying to hide, but he didn't dare to hide.

Mr. Xie actually kindly acted as a human translator for him?

The cold joke suddenly remembered in his mind—

The big bad wolf gives the little white rabbit a massage, and asks the little white rabbit: "Are you moved?"

The little white rabbit replied: "Don't dare to move, don't dare to move."

Every time the host on the stage said a sentence, the off-stage Xie Beiwang translated a sentence in Jiang Zicheng's ears, which was concise, concise and extremely accurate.

At the beginning, Jiang Zicheng was still a little bit unwilling, and his whole body was tense into an iron plate, and he did not dare to move. He was "forced" to listen to Xie Beiwang's translation. But gradually, his attention was completely drawn away by the award ceremony. Being able to visit the three major international film festivals in person is something that many actors would not even think about. Not only can he sit in the field, but he can also translate for him... Of course he has to hurry up and learn more!

The process on the stage was very fast, and the host announced several important awards one by one, which set off a climax in the auditorium.

Several awards did not surprise everyone. The Italian national treasure actress won the best actress, and the Korean actress won the best actor again after a lapse of twelve years.

Jiang Zicheng's envious eyes followed the Korean actor, watched him walk towards the podium step by step, watched him raise the winged lion trophy, watched him chatting behind the microphone-Jiang Zicheng seemed to be watching In the future, I impressed countless audiences and judges with superb acting skills, and gained everyone's approval.

How many years does he have to temper? …Five years, ten years, or twenty years? …Even if he devoted his life to this goal, he was willing to do so.

Jiang Zicheng didn't know how fiery he stared at (the trophy) of the Korean actor.

The simultaneous translation in my ears suddenly stopped.

Jiang Zicheng turned his head subconsciously and urged: "Mr. Xie, what did King Jin say?"

Xie Beiwang said coldly, "I don't know."

"…what?"

Xie Beiwang mocked mercilessly: "His English accent is too heavy for me to understand."

"..."

Xie Beiwang's "translation function" was inexplicably offline, and Jiang Zicheng returned to the state of listening to the heavenly scriptures.

The finale of the awards ceremony is three awards-the "Silver Lion Award" known as the Jury Award, the Best Director Award, and the most important "Golden Lion Award" for the best film award.

Up to now, the three Chinese-language films shortlisted for this year's film festival have not received any results. If the judges are to pursue "balance", there must be a Chinese-language film among the three awards!

Soon, the jury award was announced.

—The movie "His Secret" from Taiwan, won the silver lion trophy!

Congratulations swept across the sky and surrounded the beaming director Hu and the crew of "His Secret". Yesterday, this crew was caught up in the scandal that the hero was attacked by the Mafia, but today it broke away with this silver lion trophy. The haze.

Jiang Zicheng Yu Guang saw the uncle Cai beside him sighed deeply, the originally straight back collapsed at that moment.

Uncle Cai muttered to himself: "...There has been no precedent in the past, and the golden lion and silver lion will be awarded to movies of the same country."

Although Uncle Cai said, "It doesn't matter if you don't get the trophy", which filmmaker doesn't expect to be on the podium in his heart. Now that he sees his old friend holding up the trophy, Uncle Cai is happy for him and regrets for himself.

Jiang Zicheng wanted to cheer Uncle Cai on, but before he could say anything, he swallowed back silently.

His current mood is very complicated. He hopes that the "future" will not change, so that Uncle Cai can successfully win the Golden Lion Award; he also hopes that the "future" can be corrected so that he can escape Xie Beiwang's palm.

He was extremely contradictory for a while, and countless mixed thoughts turned upside down in his brain.

He was like a child, his two hands pressed tightly on the edge of the chair, ten fingers were anxiously picking the cushion, and the blue blood vessels on the back of his hand were clearly visible.

Suddenly, a big hand lightly landed on the back of his hand and patted it comfortingly.

Jiang Zicheng was startled, and followed the man's palm to look up-Xie Beiwang's eyes drooped, and he uttered three words in a deep voice: "Relax."

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Being stared at by a big wild wolf, how could Jiang Zicheng relax?

He is not only worried about the future of the movie, but also his own future...

-Suddenly, cheers resounded throughout the auditorium, and familiar Chinese were mixed in these cheers.

"Zicheng!! Zicheng!!! It's us!!! It's really "Full House"!!!"

"Xiao Jiang, wake up, the camera is in front, you smile!! Look ahead!!"

"Jiang Zicheng, congratulations, I won the Golden Lion Award in the first movie, which is a little worse than my male god!"

The voices of men and women, the applause from the stage and the audience, countless noises gathered together and rushed into Jiang Zicheng's ears.

He is like an old computer with overflowing memory. It took a long, long time to slowly digest the meaning behind those cheers.

Yes, "Full House" won the prize.

Yes, Uncle Cai won the Golden Lion Award trophy.

Yes, the future he foresaw has once again "come true".

Realizing this, Jiang Zicheng's nose was sour, and inexplicable grievances flooded his eyes.

Thinking that he is a great young man with good looks, acting skills, talents and emotional intelligence, he will actually fall into being nurtured by others in the future. He really doesn't want to play this kind of forceful play!

Thinking of this, Jiang Zicheng angrily turned his gaze to the man beside him, and "glared" at the president with those water-filled eyes.

Coincidentally, Xie Beiwang was also looking at him.

After the grand prize was announced, Uncle Cai was busy hugging and shaking hands with the crew around, and no one noticed the weird and long silence between Xie Beiwang and Jiang Zicheng.

Their gazes collided, they saw each other's figure in each other's eyes, and they hadn't moved away for a long time—

—Jiang Zicheng once again stepped into the world of consciousness, the clouds and mist lingered, guiding him through time and space, and glimpsed another indescribable future.

Xie Beiwang, who had always been aloof, was unexpectedly **** with a tie and collapsed onto the two-seater sofa! All the buttons on his shirt were torn apart violently, revealing a strong wheat-colored chest and a deep bite mark on his chest.

Xie Beiwang's short hair was soaked in sweat, and every gasp caused violent ups and downs in his chest. The bite marks on his chest were crusted, and the edges of the wound were purple and blue, which looked full of cruel beauty.

He looked up at the young man in front of him, his eyes still so jealous, so proud, and so fiery.

It is this look that evokes the strong interest of the youth.

The young man's fingers shuttled across Xie Beiwang's body, across his angular profile, brushed his rolling apple, touched his collarbone, his pectoral muscles, and followed the muscular gully of his abdomen down... until, that one The naughty hand reached into Xie Beiwang's suit and pants, and pressed against the scorching heat!

A strong groan ~ the groan overflowed from Xie Beiwang's throat, but he did not beg for mercy, still looking at the young man who kept burning on him with those wolf-like eyes.

The young man was not idle with his other hand, with a frivolous smile at the corner of his mouth, he took out a paper from nowhere, and shook the paper in front of the man.

"Xie Beiwang, listen to me!" The young man raised his chin and said arrogantly, "After signing this contract, you will be mine!"

—Smog enveloped the field of vision again, and this magical future scene was gradually covered by white fog, and there was no trace of it.

Jiang Zicheng was struggling from the "future" with sweat profusely, doubts, surprises, confusion...numerable complex emotions instantly surged into his mind.

Xie Beiwang, who was sitting next to him, noticed his strange expression, and immediately asked: "The "Full House" has won an award, why did you have such a bad expression? I'm not feeling well?"

"No...no." Jiang Zicheng didn't dare to look at him again, and quickly took his gaze back from Xie Beiwang.

what on earth is it?

A minute ago, Uncle Cai’s trophy “proved” that the future Jiang Zicheng saw would never change.

But after meeting Xie Beiwang, everything went into chaos.

When the two met for the first time, Jiang Zicheng "seen" through his predictive ability that Xie Beiwang would take care of him in the future.

-However, in the future that I saw this time, the identities of the two people were reversed, and Jiang Zicheng had become the master of the brain of the worm! !