After being dumped by the diva, I was picked up by her arch-enemy.

The day before the awards ceremony.

Major media outlets in Cannes have begun predicting the awards.

Farewell My Concubine is ranked first on the Palme d'Or prediction list.

Jiang Yichen also made it into the top three for Best Actor.

But ahead of him in line was Pierre, a French national treasure actor.

Sixty-eight years old.

Four-time Cannes Best Actor nominee.

This time, he plays a pianist who has lost his memory in "Old Man Under the Twilight".

European media generally believe that this is the best opportunity for the jury to compensate veteran artists.

The odds offered by the betting companies.

Pierre, 1.6.

Jiang Yichen, 3.8.

Other media outlets have also written about this.

"Jiang Yichen's performance was amazing, but he is too young."

"Cannes won't easily hand over the Best Actor award to a 23-year-old singer."

When Chen Hao handed him the news, Jiang Yichen was drinking coffee on the hotel terrace.

"Brother Chen, are you nervous?"

"I'm not nervous."

"Then why is your coffee cup empty?"

Jiang Yichen glanced down.

He just drank from the empty cup twice.

"The French cup is well-designed."

Chen Hao rolled his eyes.

Installed.

Keep installing.

The door was pushed open.

Xu Zhiyou and Gu Ruanxing walked in.

The two just arrived in Cannes yesterday.

Xu Zhiyou was carrying a new dress.

Gu Ruanxing was holding a jewelry box.

"Try on clothes."

Xu Zhiyou stuffed the bag into Jiang Yichen's arms.

"If you win an award tonight, this outfit will be photographed all over the world."

"What if you didn't take it?"

"That was also the most beautiful runner-up in the world."

Jiang Yichen looked at Gu Ruanxing.

"Has she always been so good at comforting people?"

Gu Ruanxing opened the jewelry box.

Inside was a silver lapel pin.

It is shaped like a very small sword.

"Fish Intestine Sword?"

Jiang Yichen recognized him.

Gu Ruanxing pinned the lapel pin to his collar.

"Custom-made."

"I need to remind you of something."

"What?"

"The sword remains in the play."

She looked up at Jiang Yichen.

"The person must come back."

Jiang Yichen looked down at her.

The two were very close.

He was so close that he could see Gu Ruanxing's eyelashes twitch slightly.

"Mr. Gu."

"Um?"

"You've gotten better and better at sweet talk lately."

Gu Ruanxing's ears turned red instantly.

She took a step back.

"Unrequited love."

Xu Zhiyou peeked out from the side.

"What about my sweet nothings?"

Jiang Yichen raised his hand and ruffled her hair.

"You just need to be cute."

Xu Zhiyou was immediately satisfied.

"This division of labor is very reasonable."

……

7:30 p.m.

Cannes Film Festival Palace.

The closing ceremony has officially begun.

The cast and crew of "Farewell My Concubine" sat in the center of the third row.

Chen Ge sat to Jiang Yichen's left.

Tan Yunxiao sat on the right.

Xu Zhiyou and Gu Ruanxing did not enter the crew's seating area.

The two sat in the second-floor guest area.

Several technical awards were presented in succession.

Best screenplay.

Jury Prize.

Best director.

The name "Farewell My Concubine" never appeared.

Chen Hao's forehead began to sweat.

"What happened?"

"Not a single one?"

Chen Ge glanced at him.

"Shut up."

Chen Hao immediately closed his eyes.

He got it.

Cannes has an unwritten tradition.

Major awards are rarely given to the same film twice.

I didn't take it earlier.

This means that "Farewell My Concubine" is still waiting for the next big award.

on the stage.

The presenters began introducing the Best Actor nominees.

The first one.

Pierre.

The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause.

Second place.

Japanese actor Ken Matsumoto.

the third.

Jiang Yichen.

The large screen played clips from the denunciation meeting.

Cheng Dieyi knelt on the stage.

There is a smile on the corner of the mouth.

Tears welled in her eyes.

The footage only played for eight seconds.

The scene fell silent.

Xu Zhiyou gripped Gu Ruanxing's hand tightly.

"Xingbao, my palms are all sweaty."

Gu Ruanxing did not speak.

Because her hands were colder.

on the stage.

The award presenter opened the envelope.

He glanced down at it.

A smile appeared on his face.

The winner of the Best Actor award at this year's Cannes International Film Festival is—

The footage was shot in three separate frames.

Pierre smiled.

Matsumoto Ken leans forward.

Jiang Yichen sat in his seat, his fingers gently pressing the Fish Intestine Sword on his collar.

The award presenter looked up.

"Jiang Yichen!"

""Farewell My Concubine"!"

boom!

Applause erupted.

Chen Hao suddenly jumped up from his seat.

"Best Actor!"

"Brother Chen! You're the Cannes Film Festival Best Actor!"

Tan Yunxiao hugged Jiang Yichen tightly.

He was so strong that he almost pulled Jiang Yichen off his seat.

Chen Ge sat next to him.

The old man did not get up.

He simply took off his glasses and wiped them with the corner of his clothes.

Jiang Yichen hugged Tan Yunxiao first.

He then bent down and hugged Chen Ge.

"Director Chen."

Chen Ge patted him on the back.

"Go."

"This was given to you by Cheng Dieyi."

Jiang Yichen straightened up.

He turned to look at the second floor.

Xu Zhiyou is waving frantically.

Gu Ruanxing did not wave.

She stood there, her eyes red, but a smile on her lips.

Jiang Yichen withdrew his gaze.

They stepped onto the stage.

The Best Actor award was handed to him.

heavy.

The spotlight fell.

The room gradually quieted down.

Jiang Yichen stood in front of the microphone.

"Thank you, Cannes."

"Thank you to the jury."

He glanced down at the trophy.

Many people ask me why Cheng Dieyi ended up like that.

"Because he spent his whole life searching for an answer."

"Is the play real, or are the people real?"

Jiang Yichen raised his head.

"After making this film, I found my own answer."

"The play will end."

"People must continue to live."

offstage.

Gu Ruanxing pursed her lips.

Xu Zhiyou hugged her tightly.

Jiang Yichen continued:

"This award doesn't just belong to me."

"It belongs to Director Chen Ge, to Senior Brother Tan Yunxiao, and to everyone in the crew."

"It also belongs to those predecessors who once guarded a stage and spent their whole lives performing a single play."

"Many of them have never stood on the stage at a film festival."

"They didn't even leave their names."

"But without them, there would be no Cheng Dieyi."

He gripped the trophy tightly.

Finally, he said something in Chinese.

"The play should not die."

"Culture will not perish."

There was a moment of silence in the audience.

Pierre was the first to stand up.

This veteran French actor, who missed out on the Best Actor award four times, was not disappointed.

He raised his hands towards Jiang Yichen and clapped vigorously.

The jury stood up.

Chen Ge stood up.

Applause erupted once again throughout the cinema.

Domestic live streaming platforms have completely crashed.

The server crashed three times in a row.

It's the number one trending topic on Weibo.

#Jiang Yichen Cannes Best Actor#

It ranked second on the trending searches.

#Youngest Chinese Actor at Cannes Film Festival, Only 23 Years Old#

It ranked third on the trending searches.

#Theatrical performances should not die, nor will culture#

The front yard of the Qilin Opera Troupe.

Hou Fei ran around the yard with his phone in his hand.

"Best Actor!"

"Third Brother won Best Actor!"

Steward Zhang stood by the stone table and wiped his eyes.

The elderly gentlemen in the theater troupe remained silent.

They simply bowed respectfully to the television screen.

This is a gift from the Peking Opera world.

It is also a gesture of respect from the older generation to the younger generation.

The awards ceremony has ended.

The backstage has been blocked by global media.

As soon as Jiang Yichen stepped off the stage, Morel came up to him.

This French film critic, who had previously questioned "Farewell My Concubine," reached out his hand.

Mr. Jiang.

I owe you and this movie an apology.

Jiang Yichen shook hands with him.

"You've already written it."

Morel shook his head.

That's not enough.

He looked at the trophy in Jiang Yichen's hand.

"Tomorrow, I will dedicate a full page to telling our European readers."

"We have witnessed the birth of a great actor."

After Morel left.

Several international publishers immediately surrounded them.

North America.

Europe.

South America.

middle East.

The overseas rights price for "Farewell My Concubine" was increased fivefold within half an hour.

Chen Hao held a stack of letters of intent, his hands trembling.

"Brother Chen."

"It looks like we're about to make a killing."

Jiang Yichen glanced at him.

"The government is paying for it, why are you so excited?"

Chen Hao's smile froze.

He almost forgot.

This time, he's not an investor.

"How much will I get?"

"salary."

"Anything else?"

"Plenty of boxed meals available."

Chen Hao clutched his chest.

Art belongs to art.

The accounts still need to be settled.

Just then, an elderly Western man with gray hair walked through the crowd.

He wore an Academy badge around his neck.

The old man walked up to Jiang Yichen and handed him a black business card.

Mr. Jiang.

"I am the Vice President of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences."

"Farewell My Concubine is a film that shouldn't just be confined to Cannes."

He looked at Jiang Yichen.

"Los Angeles is waiting for you."

Jiang Yichen accepted the business card.

Not far away.

Chen Ge raised his head.

The old man's next words clearly reached everyone's ears.

"We hope to see Cheng Dieyi again at next year's Oscars."