At the award ceremony, everyone in the audience was waiting for Wang Jiawei's answer to the short film that won the Palme d'Or.

On the stage, Wang Jiawei recalled what happened last night, and finally smiled when he saw the name of the winning work on the card.

He searched around and finally locked his eyes in the direction of Chu Xuan and Liu Yifei.

He opened his mouth to announce the answer, bringing a complete end to this Cannes Short Film Competition.

"Congratulations..."Hope"!"

On the armrests of the side-by-side sofa seats, a pair of hands are stacked on top of each other, one hand on top and the other on the bottom. The white hand above covers the back of the yellow-skinned hand below, and is clasped tightly between the fingers on the back of the hand.

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Hearing Wang Jiawei announce the answer, Liu Yifei's hand trembled slightly, and she tightened her grip on the back of Chu Xuan's hand. She made a fist with her left hand and waved it slightly left and right on her thigh. She smiled and cheered in suppressed voice: "Nice!"

Chu Xuan couldn't restrain his sudden surprise, looked at her with a smile, raised his right hand and rushed towards Liu Yifei in mid-air.

Liu Yifei picked up her left hand on her thigh and gave Chu Xuan a cheerful high-five.

The young couple looked at each other a few times with Liu Yi, Kong Sheng, and Li Xue, and their faces showed the joy of being relieved.

"Hope"... finally won the gold medal!

There was sparse applause at the scene, and more people were looking for the direction of the "Hope" crew.

Chu Xuan and Liu Yifei followed the gazes of many people present and turned their heads to look at Wen Muye beside them.

Wen Muye still looked dazed, as if he was in a state of deafness.

Liu Yifei felt funny and reached out to shake his arm: "I'm on stage to receive the award."

After hearing her words, Wen Muye came back to his senses and stood up in confusion.

Seeing the appearance of the rightful owner, the originally sparse applause suddenly resounded like thunder throughout the exhibition hall.

Hearing the high-decibel sound, Wen Mino sobered up a little. Faced with the attention of hundreds of pairs of eyeballs of different colors in the audience, he took a deep breath and stepped towards the stage.

His mind was empty, as if he was somewhere between illusion and reality, with no thoughts or emotions at all at the moment.

So much so that even Chu Xuan and Liu Yi stood up and wanted to hug him, but he simply ignored them and walked past them.

Chu Xuan and Liu Yi looked at each other and couldn't help but sit down with laughter. Wen Muye was in such a state that no one else could.

In this half-awake and half-trance state, Wen Muye walked onto the stage, and at Wang Jiawei's invitation, he stood in front of Li Mai next to him like a machine.

"When the official shortlist for this year's Cannes was announced, I believe many people were curious about "Hope."

"In the past few years, global film and television people and global film and television media have had different opinions on whether China has science fiction, whether it can produce science fiction, and when it can produce science fiction."

"And at this year's Cannes, we are fortunate to welcome China's first science fiction film."

"Although "Hope" is only a short film, its lens design, scene layout, props and suspect design are no less exciting than many classic science fiction suspense movies."

"Its appearance also gave many viewers and guests present a lot of surprises and shocks..."

Wang Jiawei continued to praise the winning works as usual, and Wen Muye beside him finally showed excitement from his trance.

He stood on this international stage, facing many foreigners of all kinds in the audience, thinking that he would soon win the award, and all kinds of thoughts inexplicably came to his empty head.

Two years ago, he was recommended by teacher Huang Lei to join the cast of "Zhu Xian", "Oh my god, "Zhu Xian" is a big cast!"

He will never forget the envious eyes of his roommates when he told them the news when he was still a junior. This day was also his lucky day and the beginning of his dream.

A year and a half ago, he was transferred from the crew of "Zhu Xian" to direct his senior brother and sister's graduation masterpiece "Hope", "It's true! You're on Chu Xuan's lap, you're going to get rich!"

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The classmates at that time knew the news. Seeing that his senior brother and sister had entrusted him with such an important matter, they were envious of his relationship with him. Many classmates started to fawn over him from that day on.

A year ago, "Hope" won the Best Short Film Award at the Beijing Film Festival. "Awesome! Winning an award for your first film. This is the rhythm of taking off!"

The students knew that his work had won the award, and their envy was deeper than before.

Nine months ago, at the graduation party, the students spoke freely about their future prospects, "Kino doesn't have to worry, we still have to find a way out. Kino doesn't have to think about future development at all, the starting point is a bright road."

When I was in school, my classmates were only envious of me, but now that I am out in society, I feel a little more jealous.

Many people around him thought he was lucky, having embraced his senior brother and embarked on a "broad road" where he didn't have to worry about the future.

But he is the only one who knows that it is indeed exciting at first to embark on the so-called "broad road", but as you walk, you realize how difficult this road is and how hard it tests your mind.

For example, if I give you 1 million, anyone can spend it all, but only if you turn it into 100 million, then you are capable.

When he learned that "Hope" was going to be turned into a series of movies and started to take action, he realized that the difficulty was similar to that of turning 1 million into 100 million.

It's inappropriate to use money as a metaphor for art, but that's how difficult it is.

But he was just a new director in his early 20s, so he was really embarrassed when such a huge task was entrusted to him.

This is difficult, but the trust given by his senior brothers and sisters, and the care and help given by the senior teachers in the company have made him very stressed and very motivated. In the past two years, he has been learning, exploring, making progress and growing.

"Thank you very much to your senior brothers and sisters, they are your noble people." A year ago, his mother learned that his work had won the award, and she said to him sincerely.

"You are luckier than us. We have paid too much to get to this point from a new director, and with the existence of Chu Xuan and the company behind you, so many things have been saved, so many troubles have been avoided, and all those worldly connections and interests have been involved.

You are in the way, and it is the original intention of many of us to devote ourselves wholeheartedly to our works." The seniors of the company used to say to him.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The more this happens, the greater the pressure.

Senior Brother Chu Xuan, Senior Sister Qianqian, Sister Hua, Brother Liu Yi... they are all his nobles, and they are all the people who let him walk on the "broad road" as his classmates say.

Maybe they never put pressure on themselves, but he never wants to let them down.

"Hope" is at every stage, every aspect, and every level, and he is very eager to bloom its brilliance.

The burden is heavy, and the daily pressure is constantly tempering his inner determination to persevere.

Fortunately, this trip to Cannes has paid off.

"Come." Wang Jiawei presented the trophy, which was named "Golden Palm". The trophy looked like a leaning golden branch with seven or eight golden leaves on each side.

Fumino bowed ninety degrees and then carefully took the trophy.

The moment he took the trophy, the huge force that seemed to be weighing down his body dissipated in an instant.

He burst into tears, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes, and turned away embarrassedly.

The guests at the scene smiled knowingly, and many newcomers were always moved to tears when they received the grand prize.

After all, this is an honor and a rare thing in life.

In particular, "Hope" still has public opinion, so the jury can make a fair choice for the guests to praise it. After all, the quality of "Hope" is obvious to all in the screenings, and its award is well deserved.

Domestic artists and directors such as Li Zhengtong, Zhang Ziyi, Chen Kaige, etc. also feel comfortable. In the past, winning awards for other people's works had nothing to do with them, but the award for "Hope" is what they expected today.

Didn’t public opinion say that they should boycott “Hope”? Didn’t they say that they were insulting Europe and the United States out of nowhere? Didn’t they say that Chinese films should be refused the qualification to participate in Cannes? Didn’t they say that Chinese science fiction is trash without even watching it?

What do you say that what you look down on, what you boycott, what you humiliate is now winning?

Although the award for "Hope" has nothing to do with them, they still have a sense of honor at this moment.

The reason for this sense of honor is that they are all Chinese!

Still on the awards stage, Fumino knew it was better to waste time. He suppressed the released pressure and excitement in his heart, and turned around to deliver his acceptance speech.

"I..." He stopped abruptly after saying one word, choking and not knowing what to say.

When the applause at the scene gradually faded, Chu Xuan clapped and continued the applause, and so did Liu Yifei.

Liu Yi, Kong Sheng, Li Xue... Gradually, the applause at the scene became warm again.

Wen Muye looked in the direction of Chu Xuan and Liu Yifei, feeling warm in his heart. He calmed down and spoke about his acceptance speech.

"grateful……"

In the atmosphere where everyone was listening, Philip was the only one who was in a daze watching the voting results on the screen.

"Hope" received 42 votes, while his "Black Hole" only received 9 votes.

He didn't know what happened to the jury during the voting period. It was clear that the votes for "Hope" dropped significantly in the last stage, but it picked up again in the final stage.

He didn't know what was happening, his eyes were just fixed on a name.

Richard, his teacher, his driving force at Cannes, voted for "Hope."

He frowned in thought, then sneered the next moment.

"If you want to engage in art, if you want to enter this circle, and if you want to treat everything in the circle with the purest heart, you must first be strong."

"Teacher, how do you become a strong person?"

"Join them and integrate into the upper circles."

"Teacher, the upper class...many people who think they are superior will only use some despicable means to prove their nobility. Why should you associate with them?"

"There is no way, they decide your life or death and control your future."

"Is this the only way..."

"Before you become a strong person, put away your kindness and integrity. These two things are often jokes and the most worthless things in their eyes; after becoming a strong person, you can try to use your kindness and integrity to build your own

circle, but don’t hold out too much hope, this kind of behavior is an anomaly.”

Philip recalled his teacher's "chunchun teachings", but he didn't know that he was being used by his teacher.
To be continued...