Huayu02 started by making films.

Just as Han Yi was about to call for help, he saw the person in the dim light inside the car and realized it was Fan Xiaopang.

"Fan Xiaopang! What are you doing?" Han Yi, still shaken, yelled, "I thought I'd run into human traffickers!"

Fan Xiaopang took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of large, watery eyes that looked over. His delicate face appeared especially alluring in the night.

"Han Yi, I've been calling you all day and you haven't answered. I'm so worried. I thought you'd just disappear."

Han Yi then remembered that he hadn't put his phone battery back in. No wonder it had been so quiet all afternoon.

"Disappear? Why would I disappear?" he retorted.

"It's all because of the film festival... I was afraid you'd go straight to Venice and not take me with you." Fan Xiaopang's voice softened.

Han Yi leaned back in the back seat, relaxed, and slumped down: "What kind of person do you take me for? Get to the point."

Seeing that her thoughts had been exposed, Fan Xiaopang no longer tried to hide them. She leaned forward, resting gently on Han Yi's shoulder, and said in a sweet voice:

"The president of the jury for this year's Venice Film Festival is Sister Gong. I'm afraid she won't help us win an award."

"Why think about all this nonsense? We're all Chinese," Han Yi said frankly.

Fan Xiaopang became anxious and leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids:

"I'm only worried because they're all Chinese. Think about it, right now only she and Maggie Cheung have won the three major European Best Actress awards. I'm a junior, and I don't even know her well. Why would she help me? I should have just submitted my application to Berlin..."

Han Yi turned his head and looked at her profile, outlined by the streetlights outside the window. He thought to himself that what Little Fatty said made some sense. It's better to sacrifice a friend than oneself. The chairman of the judging panel only has one vote, but what if...?

He vaguely remembered that when Sister Gong served as a judge at the Venice Film Festival in his previous life, she seemed to have caused some trouble...

Thinking of this, Han Yi sat up straight, reached out and pinched Fan Xiaopang's chin, forcing her to turn her face. Looking at her face, which was comparable to that of Daji reincarnated, he said earnestly:

"You have a point. But I have my own brilliant plan. I'm practically certain you'll win that Best Actress award."

Fan Xiaopang instantly became excited. Actually, as soon as she saw the news of the Venice Film Festival nominations, she wanted to hold a press conference immediately. But when she saw that the chair of the jury was Sister Gong, her heart sank. She wasn't stupid; why would she help her fight for an award when they were complete strangers?

This thought kept her restless all day on set. She tried calling Han Yi but couldn't get through. Finally, she managed to get Han Yi's address from Du Zhe and learned that Chen Chen was also there.

So as soon as the play ended, she drove over immediately, but dared not go upstairs, and could only wait in the car.

Hearing Han Yi's promise, Fan Xiaopang hugged him tightly, pressing her ample breasts against his chest, and gently licked his earlobe, giggling sweetly:

"Really? Little brother Han Yi, I knew you were the most reliable!"

The scent of perfume mixed with the warm body fragrance wafted over, and Han Yi felt a surge of heat rush to his head.

He pushed Fan Xiaopang aside and said bluntly, "Just make sure you have your schedule set for Venice. Then we can go to receive the award together."

Fan Xiaopang pounced on her again, saying sweetly, "Sister Hua asked me today what you've been busy with lately, and wanted to treat you to a meal..."

"I'm busy."

Han Yi replied curtly, but this time he didn't push her away.

"Brother Han Yi, you're too kind."

"Am I being too polite?" Han Yi retorted.

"You're too kind!"

"What movie or TV series are you filming lately?"

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes, a period drama. Why are you suddenly asking about this?" Fan Xiaopang looked up at him while tidying up the used tissues.

"If you're going to take on a new role in the future, give me a heads-up beforehand," Han Yi said calmly, gazing at the streetlights outside the window.

Although the full sentence wasn't said, the meaning was conveyed.

"Really? Han Yi, you're so good to me!" Fan Xiaopang excitedly tried to pounce on him, but Han Yi gently pushed him away.

"Alright, you should start thinking about what to do next after winning the Best Actress award," Han Yi said casually, flicking away his cigarette butt.

After finishing his cigarette, Han Yi got out of the car and turned back to instruct, "Drive carefully. If your legs are too weak to drive, take a taxi home."

Fan Xiaopang rolled her eyes at him playfully: "You're the one whose legs are weak!"

……

Han Yi tiptoed upstairs and quietly unlocked the door. Seeing that the living room was completely dark, he breathed a sigh of relief, placed the roast duck he had brought back on the dining table, and went straight into the bathroom.

He threw his clothes into the washing machine, turned on the shower, and carefully rinsed off any remaining traces on his body.

Warm water washed over his body. Han Yi stood in front of the mirror and examined himself. Good, no marks were left.

Back in the bedroom, he gently shook Chen Chen awake and coaxed her to eat some roast duck.

As night deepened, the warmth between them spread once more.

Silent all night.

On August 2nd, a press conference was held in Hong Kong for the film "Hero," where official information and stills were released for the first time. It was also announced that Hong Kong comic book master Ma would personally create the comics for Zhang Yimou's "Hero."

At that moment, Han Yi was lounging on the living room sofa, his laptop on his lap browsing the news. He looked up at the busy figure in the kitchen and called out, "Chenchen, what's for lunch?"

"Authentic Shijiazhuang Anhui Beef Noodles!" Chen Chen's voice, tinged with laughter, came from the kitchen.

"Alright then." Han Yi smiled and shook his head, then got up and walked to the dining table.

While eating, Han Yi peeled garlic cloves and said, "Chenchen, contact the landlord in the next couple of days and buy this apartment. Just put your name on it."

Chen Chen's eyes lit up, then he shook his head: "No, we have to add your name too."

"what ever."

Han Yi smiled and said, "As long as you're not afraid that I'll go bankrupt one day and I'll have to rely on you to support me."

"I'll raise them, I'll raise them," Chen Chen said matter-of-factly, slurping his noodles.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly. After finishing a bowl of noodles, the satisfaction from the carbohydrates made Han Yi drowsy. He lay down on the sofa and quickly fell asleep.

For the next few days, the two seemed to be isolated from the world, contentedly staying in their cozy little house in Jimen, enjoying their own private world.

Han Yi spends his days with his laptop, typing away at the keyboard to write scripts; Chen Chen, on the other hand, goes to great lengths to study noodles, making all sorts of dishes, from minced meat noodles to fried sauce noodles to oil-splashed noodles... She has managed to cultivate in Han Yi an unwavering habit of taking a nap every afternoon through noodles.

On the afternoon of the 15th, Han Yi met with documentary director Liu Yujun at a coffee shop.

After talking for more than an hour, Han Yi finally bought the film adaptation rights to the documentary "Me and the Tibetan Antelope - The Glacier Flows Here" for 100,000 yuan.

My phone rang as soon as I stepped out of the coffee shop.