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Chen Chen, who was changing clothes, called out to the bathroom, "What are you muttering about? Come and change, I need to tidy you up a bit."

"They're here."

Han Yi walked up behind her, his chest gently pressed against her back, his chin lazily resting on her shoulder. Looking at the light makeup on her face, he asked:

"Selaginella won't win any major awards, why are you so nervous?"

Chen Chen leaned back, pushing him away, and said reproachfully, "What do you know? This is the first movie I've produced. Your clothes are on the bed, put them on yourself."

Han Yi walked naked to the bedside, picked up his suit jacket, and changed into it. Just as he finished buttoning it up, the doorbell rang.

Who is it?

"It's Little Fatty."

Chen Chen responded and ran to open the door. Fan Xiaopang walked in, dressed in a red evening tuxedo, and immediately asked, "Chenchen, quickly help me check if this makeup is okay?"

Han Yi, wiping his shoes with his head down, replied without looking up, "As long as you don't wear a pigtail or walk the red carpet with a caged bird, you can wear anything."

"What is a pigtail braid?" Fan Xiaopang asked, looking puzzled.

"Ignore him."

Chen Chen pulled her in front of the mirror and began to carefully apply makeup to her face using various bottles and jars. In no time, a captivating and alluring Daji, with her mesmerizing eyes and captivating charm, was complete.

Han Yi glanced at the face in the mirror and thought, "In the Chinese entertainment industry, this is the only face that can rival Liu Yifei's."

Ziyi is too thin, her pear-shaped face is too long, Yuanyuan is sweet, Gong Li is like Mother Earth... As for the others, they haven't fully matured yet.

After Fan Xiaopang's makeup and hair were done, Chen Chen was going to do Han Yi's hair. At Han Yi's insistence, she finally just gave him a simple side part.

When it was Chen Chen's turn, she sat down in front of the vanity mirror, looked at her reflection, and said softly:

"Come on, help me draw my eyebrows."

Just as Fan Xiaopang picked up the eyebrow pencil, Han Yi raised an eyebrow at her and snatched it from her:

"I'll do it."

He gently removed Chen Chen's glasses, held her chin with one hand, and with the other hand held a pen, carefully drawing two delicate, feather-like eyebrows.

The two lingered and cuddled for a while longer, until Fan Xiaopang, who was standing to the side, was so anxious that he glared at them, and only then did they finally get up and leave.

It's 6 p.m. Venice time.

Han Yi, Chen Chen, Fan Xiaopang, and Jiang Wu met downstairs at the hotel and then boarded the film festival's ceremonial vehicle to head to the main venue, the Cinema Palace.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance to the red carpet, I saw Tian Zhuangzhuang and Marco Müller taking photos calmly on the red carpet.

What is meant by "direct descendant"? This is what a direct descendant is.

After Tian Zhuangzhuang finished filming "Spring in a Small Town," he submitted it to the Venice Film Festival. This year, Venice had just established a new "Upstream" section and awarded him the San Marco Award.

Han Yi felt increasingly uneasy as he looked at the city, and secretly resolved: He would definitely turn Cannes into his own backyard.

After they stepped off the red carpet, Han Yi, guided by staff, walked onto it. He held the charming Fan Xiaopang's hand with his left hand, and Chen Chen, dressed in white, with his right arm around hers. Behind them followed Jiang Wu, who looked like a bodyguard. The four of them walked slowly forward.

As for Jiang Wen, after "The Missing Gun" sold out, he returned to China with the tearful Lu Taro. It was Han Shanping who reluctantly handed Lu Taro over to him, fearing that this "Taro" might have a sudden change of heart and jump into Venice Lake halfway there.

The closing ceremony red carpet was not as crowded as the opening ceremony, with fewer participating film crews and plenty of time.

Chen Chen, with one hand on her hip, posed for several photos with Han Yi. Fan Xiaopang, not to be outdone, hugged Han Yi and whispered intimately. Jiang Wu, standing behind Han Yi, silently waved to the camera, indicating, "There's someone else here."

After calmly walking the red carpet, a reporter approached him for an interview: "Director Han, what are your expectations for 'Selaginella' at the awards ceremony?"

Han Yi said very modestly, "I am already very satisfied to be able to walk on the red carpet at the closing ceremony."

After a few more polite exchanges, the four entered the main venue. They were seated next to Tian Zhuangzhuang, and Han Yi greeted them before the awards ceremony officially began.

7 PM.

This year's Venice Film Festival did not schedule a closing film screening (no information found), but instead had jury president Gong Li temporarily serve as the emcee.

Han Yi, watching from below the stage, was furious: The Italians are so unscrupulous; they're not treating Sister Gong like she's a servant.

Gong Li was clearly brought in at the last minute to fill in, and although she was displeased, she maintained a calm demeanor. Inwardly, however, she was secretly relieved.

"Han Yi is really thoughtful. Did he know this would happen? I'll have to ask him about it later. Luckily, I learned a few Italian phrases from Sofia recently, so I can manage."

On stage, the Italian host rambled on with platitudes, and then all the members of the judging panel went on stage for another speech.

Then everyone else left, leaving only the host and Gong Li. The awards ceremony then officially began.

Several smaller awards were presented first: Best First Feature Film Award from the Future Film Academy, Magic Hour Award, and Special Award from International Critics' Week.

Special Mention Award, Marcelo Mastóiani Prize, Special Honorary Award for Catholic Culture...

Next up was the St. Mark's Award in the "Against the Current" section. Gong Li pulled out the card and feigned surprise, saying, "The winner is—Tian Zhuangzhuang's 'Spring in a Small Town'."

"Clap clap clap!"

Han Yi, with his sharpest ears, was the first to stand up and applaud. He looked at the composed Tian Zhuangzhuang beside him and exclaimed excitedly, "Teacher Tian, ​​you've won an award!"

Marco Müller, standing next to Tian Zhuangzhuang, also stood up and applauded warmly for his old friend and brother. Then, applause slowly filled the hall.

After Tian Zhuangzhuang accepted the award and stepped off the stage, the award ceremony continued.

Gong Li then pulled out another card and read aloud, "The Little Golden Lion Award is awarded to—Han Yi's 'Selaginella'!"

Hearing his name called, Han Yi was taken aback. As he stood up, he muttered to himself, "What's going on? Sister Gong only gave me this small prize? What good is it to me?"

Chen Chen and Fan Xiaopang, who were standing next to him, stood up at the same time and kissed him on the cheek.

Han Yi composed himself, straightened his suit, and strode towards the awards stage.

After receiving the certificate and the miniature golden lion from Gong Li, he cleared his throat and began his acceptance speech:

"I am honored to receive this award. Thank you to the Venice Film Festival, thank you to my parents, thank you to my producer Chen Chen, and thank you to the Department of Literature at the Beijing Film Academy for nurturing me."

Thank you to the lead actors Jiang Wu and Fan Xiaopang, thank you to my production team: Du Zhe, Gao Qiang, Zhao Bin, Dao Rong, Li Xiang... Finally, thank you to my future mentor, Teacher Tian Zhuangzhuang, and Mr. Han Shanping of China Film Group for their great support...

If it weren't for Gong Li giving him a meaningful look, Han Yi would have been grateful to the ends of the earth.

After saying that, Han Yi hurriedly stepped off the stage, but in his heart he was thinking: Sister Gong, you have to make up for the effort I put into you with the other judges.

Back in his seat, Han Yi handed the trophy to Chen Chen to play with. Fan Xiaopang's eyes dimmed slightly. Han Yi gently took her hand and whispered, "Steady."

Next up is the main event. The Silver Lion for Best Short Film went to "Joker"; the Jury Special Prize was awarded to the Japanese director "June Snake"; and next up is the Best Actress award.

Fan Xiaopang held her breath, her body trembling slightly. Han Yi put his arm around her and whispered reassuringly, "It's okay. Even if we don't win this time, we'll go to other film festivals. I know Cannes well, don't worry."

Fan Xiaopang didn't respond, only staring wide-eyed at Gong Li on the stage. Seeing the other party pull out a card, she suddenly buried her face in Han Yi's arms.

Han Yi patted her shoulder lightly, but thought to himself, "If you're not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry either, but the readers are getting impatient."