Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 519 Sixty Years of Snow, Falling Only for You

In February, the Berlin nights were cold, with snowflakes flying in the wind.

Most of the crowd had already dispersed outside the cinema, and the banquet was still going on, but the keyboards of journalists from various countries were still clicking away.

Around 10 p.m. local time in Berlin, the first reports quickly appeared on news portals across Europe.

The Süddeutsche Zeitung's front page prominently features the headline: [Berlin's 60th Anniversary: ​​The Golden and Silver Bears Go to China!]

The French newspaper *Libération* was much more direct: "[Chinese director Wu Chen's film *1939* wins the Golden Bear, the highest award at the 60th Berlin International Film Festival!]"

The review reads: "The entire film is shot in one continuous take, with almost no breathing room. The audience is forced to experience the night alongside the characters. This is not a display of technique, but an immersion in fate."

On social media platforms, viewers who have already seen the closing ceremony screening are leaving numerous comments:

"I've never seen a war film shot like this before; it felt like I was running right there. I highly recommend it for this year's Berlin Golden Bear."

"Sixteen-year-old Huang Xiaoshan reminds me of my grandfather; his generation all ran like this."

"My palms were sweaty when the movie ended."

Meanwhile, in the dead of night in the capital.

In the office buildings of domestic entertainment portals, the lights stayed on all night.

In several editorial offices, the bitter smell of coffee mingled with the sounds of conversation.

"Golden Bear, I really didn't expect Berlin to be so bold as to give it away like this!" An editor rubbed his eyes, typing on the keyboard with a hint of disbelief.

“Look, even the Süddeutsche Zeitung wrote it: ‘Indisputable.’ This should be on the front page tomorrow!”

“We also included overseas reports, as there was a lot of buzz about it in the morning, and we had to keep a close eye on Weibo as well.”

"I must say, Wu Chen's movie is quite popular with overseas audiences; look at these comments."

The sound of keyboards clicking could be heard incessantly.

Everyone knows that this news will be everywhere by daybreak.

The dinner in Berlin lasted until midnight.

The clinking of glasses in the small hall gradually subsided, and the pleasantries gradually subsided.

Wu Chen and Liu Yifei walked out of the banquet hall. The corridor was empty and quiet, with only the media still waiting in the distance.
As I pushed open the door, a sudden gust of night wind hit my face, and the temperature plummeted.

Liu Yifei's nose twitched slightly, and she couldn't help but sneeze.

"Are you cold?" Wu Chen hugged Liu Yifei even tighter.

"No, it's just that my nose hasn't adjusted yet." She shook her head, but couldn't help but smile. "But tonight was really fun; I almost thought we were going to miss out on the Golden Bear."

In the sky, sparse snowflakes silently fell from the darkness of night, landing on her hair and turning into tiny sparkling points of light.

Seeing this, Wu Chen instinctively raised his hand to block.

"Silly girl, how can we stop this? The snowflakes are fine, and they've come at just the right time." Liu Yifei's dimples appeared slightly, and her eyes were clear as water under the light and snowflakes.

"Hmm?" Wu Chen turned his head to look at her.

"The Berlin Film Festival has seen snow for sixty years, but tonight, it falls just for you. Don't you think it's perfectly timed?"

As Liu Yifei spoke, her cheeks were slightly flushed pink by the wind.

Wu Chen was slightly taken aback upon seeing this.

Seeing Wu Chen's reaction, Liu Yifei couldn't help but smile smugly.

"Wasn't my writing quite good? Hehe, I'm afraid only Li Yu's writing is better than mine."

"Tell me something you don't know."

Wu Chen's casual reply was met with a humming sound from Liu Yifei.

"Hmph, then you do it."

Wu Chen stopped, looked up at the sky, and reached out to catch a snowflake that was about to fall on her hair. It landed in her palm, and after she held it, it immediately melted into a drop of water.

"Do you know why snowflakes are so beautiful?" Liu Yifei turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling.

Wu Chen's voice was very soft: "Because the moment it falls, you don't know whether it will melt on the ground or remain in your palm."

Just like in my life, I never knew who I would meet, but thankfully, it was you who ended up by my side.

Liu Yifei was stunned, her eyes sparkling, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly as she whispered, "Yes, your writing is better than mine."

"Yeah, I think so too."

Wu Chen chuckled softly, holding Liu Yifei's hand tightly, and the two strolled back.

Just as Berlin fell silent, in the early morning in Beijing, as dawn broke on the ninth day of the lunar month, headlines on major portal websites were strikingly prominent:

[Wu Chen's "1939" wins Golden Bear and Silver Bear! A historic moment for Chinese cinema!]

[“1939” wins both the Golden Bear and the Best Director award, leaving a Chinese mark on the 60th anniversary of Berlin!]

[Chinese director sets another record: First pseudo-one-shot war film wins Berlin's highest honor!]

[The Berlin International Film Festival's highest honor for its 60th anniversary was awarded to a Chinese war epic!]

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Reports came one after another, but compared to portals and media reports, the emerging microblog was even more lively, with the number of reposts doubling every minute.

The trending topics are dominated by "1939": #1939GoldenBearAward#, #WuChenBerlinWinsTwoAwards#, #NightOfChineseDirectors#
"I feel better now that I've woken up. I wonder when the movie will be released. I want to see it."

"The fifth director in China to win the Golden Bear Award! I feel that Wu Chen, at his age, has a chance to win all three major awards."

"1939 is awesome, it won both the Golden Bear and the Silver Bear!"

"Please give it a domestic release date! I'm begging for it to be shown in China!"

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There was an uproar in China.

At this time, the crew of "Let the Bullets Fly" was preparing to wrap up, and Jiang Wen made a "Holy crap. Holy crap" comment early in the morning.

"Wu Chen is fucking amazing! He even won two awards at the 60th Berlin International Film Festival!"

Jiang Wen's eyes were filled with longing, and he was still thinking about "Let the Bullets Fly".

Well, it's a bit of a shame, it's a commercial film.

Meanwhile, Ning Hao was also a little shocked when he woke up in the morning and couldn't help but talk to Xing Aina about it.

"Damn, he told me he was under a lot of pressure during the Chinese New Year."

Xing Aina couldn't help but laugh: "Director Wu must have been under a lot of pressure back then. Look how high the bureau's expectations were, with both organizing the departure and New Year's greetings."
However, Director Wu must be under even more pressure now. I remember Wu Chen hates meetings the most, so there are bound to be a lot of meetings to attend now.”

"Haha, that's true." Ning Hao suddenly burst out laughing upon hearing this.

"Don't laugh, he'll drag you along later."

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Many domestic production companies are already inquiring about the release date of "1939".

If it were just a Golden Bear-winning film, it wouldn't have caused them to react this way; after all, "Tuya's Marriage" is an example.

However, if a patriotic film is also a Golden Bear winner and features Wu Chen, then that's a bit of a stretch.

"We can't let Xiao Gang's 'Aftershock' and Wu Chen's '1939' clash; it probably won't be released during the summer vacation."

Wang Zhonglei became a little worried.

Because "Aftershock" is already in post-production, the current plan is to release it during the summer vacation. If we're not careful, it might really clash with other films.

"Probably not, but let's keep an eye on it. Don't let Xiao Gang know about this, lest he overthink it and think we're afraid of Wu Chen."

Wang Zhongjun immediately responded.

(End of this chapter)