After reuniting with the giant bamboo horse, I became popular [entertainment circle]

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When he heard that Li Huai and He Xijing won the best actor award together, Huang Anguo was overjoyed at first, and then his eyebrows drooped again.

It seemed that the three manuscripts he had prepared were beyond words.

Unlike the Oscars, the Berlin Film Festival often has films that dominate and sweep multiple awards.

It is more like a pork sharing conference. It is difficult for a film to win multiple heavyweight awards at one time.

Sure enough, he missed the next best director and gave it to an African female director.

The Jury Prize was awarded to a Spanish film.

Finally, it's time for the much-anticipated Golden Bear Awards.

The host smiled on stage, Huang Anguo clenched his palms nervously.

"Golden Bear Award for Best Feature Film, award-winning film, "Seeing", congratulations!"

Not surprisingly, the award went to an Iranian film.

After all, this is the taste that the Berlin Film Festival has always liked. "Summer" won two heavyweight awards, which has exceeded everyone's expectations.

After a short period of disappointment, the big-hearted Huang Anguo immediately burst into laughter again, and cheekily followed the best screenwriter and best actor to participate in the reporter interview after the awards.

The only thing on his mind was one thought: get rich!

This is the film that won two Silver Bear Awards!Compared with the simple shortlisted films, the selling price may be tripled!

Although the main investor is He Xijing, as a director, he also took a small share.

I was prepared to lose everything, but I didn't expect that I was so good!

Huang Anguo couldn't stop the smile on his face when he thought of the net worth that was about to increase several times.

Compared with the screenwriter who was always dull-faced, and Li Huai who was always a bit out of his mind, he seemed more like the one who won the award.

It's a pity that I never had a chance to say my acceptance speech.

I will be back soon, and I will definitely prepare one, no, three more perfect acceptance speeches!

Standing at the door of the awards ceremony, Huang Anguo snorted, full of ambition.

After the award ceremony, there was the official dinner.

The stars and big names from all walks of life are still shining brightly, but Li Huai is not inferior among them.

Become famous overnight and the world knows.

Only then did Li Huai realize that Sister Lan had such excellent language skills and communication skills.

As for him, he only needs to show a face and smile.

His manager, Sister Lan, is like a butterfly gliding leisurely among the flowers, she has both ways, and helped her artist get several more business cards, and even has several cooperation intentions with international luxury brands.

I really can't figure it out, why such an outstanding talent has lived in that small company for so many years, and brought himself, a former actor, with him?

A little doubt slipped through Li Huai's heart.

After the dinner party, it was already late at night.

"Look for a Chinese restaurant and have another drink? The cold food and sausages in Berlin really give me a stomachache." Unexpectedly, the person who sent this invitation turned out to be Yan Binbai who doesn't like socializing at all and doesn't like going out.

"Okay!" Huang Anguo happily tried to wrap his arms around his shoulders.

Then he was waved away mercilessly.

"This is a party for the award winners, it has nothing to do with you." Yan Binbai was particularly disrespectful to the director.

Huang Anguo was as sad as a homeless stray dog.

In the end, the three went to a nearby Chinese tavern together.

The owner of the tavern is a bold Northeast uncle who recognized Li Huai at a glance.

"You are that, that actor," he said happily, "My daughter likes you very much, can you give me an autograph?"

Li Huai naturally agreed.

As a thank you, the boss gave an extra grill for three people. All kinds of meat were just off the oven, sprinkled with cumin and chili powder, and sizzled with oil, and the aroma was tangy.

"This is what people eat!" Huang Anguo sighed.

The other two ignored him and had already started to eat.

Huang Anguo hastily joined the battle.

I started drinking when I was half full.

What I drank was also rice wine warmed by the boss on a small stove. In the rainy winter days of Berlin, warming the wine was simply invincible.

Huang Anguo had a small capacity for alcohol, and soon became drunk. He lay on the table, laughing like an idiot for a while, and muttering to himself the award acceptance speech he had prepared for a long time.

Li Huai and Yan Binbai continued to fight for wine.

Maybe because they were happy to win the award, both of them drank very quickly.

However, none of the faces seemed to be really happy.

After drinking to a certain extent, Yan Binbai's chatterbox was automatically opened.

He shook his wine glass unsteadily, and suddenly said to Li Huai: "You know, I really envy you."

Li Huai burped delicately: "I have, what is there to envy."

"At least, the person you like is still alive," Yan Binbai said, taking another sip of wine, "and that person of mine is becoming less and less willing to come even in his dreams."

Then there was another cry, and the tears flowed very happily and spattered.

Li Huai looked at him obsessively, blushing, shaking his body, and suddenly smiled: "I like, the person I like... hiccup, no, I like making movies!"

"To the movie!" He said loudly, stood up staggeringly, and staggered back down.

One is crying, the other is laughing, and the other is reciting a book on the table, which is also a spectacle.

Fortunately, there are no other guests in the small hotel at this time, otherwise these rookies who just won the award will be on the headlines of Berlin's tabloids tomorrow.

The owner of the hotel had just cleaned up from the small kitchen at the back, and when he came back to the front, he saw a few people drinking madly.

It looked fine just now... He shook his head wonderingly, then walked up to Li Huai who was still able to communicate a little bit, and asked him, "Can you call someone to pick you up now?"

Li Huai looked at the other party with a confused face.

"Take you home!" The hotel owner said to the little drunk even louder.

"Go home, yes, go home." Li Huai nodded vigorously, then stood up, and wanted to go to the door in a daze.

The boss quickly pulled him back.

This place is no better than in China, it's late at night, and it's not safe outside.

He had no choice but to take out his mobile phone from Li Huai's pocket, and continued to coax: "Make a call and find someone who can pick you up."

"Okay!" Li Huai smiled obediently, and then turned on the phone screen.

Without hesitation, he skipped over his manager, ignored Xiao Ou, and the local Berlin phone number he had left in his phone before, and directly dialed He Xijing's voice call.

Fortunately, this drunk can still know that you can't make direct calls when you are abroad.

He Xijing was in a hotel not far from here at this time.

He already knew that the three of them ran out to drink after the banquet, but because someone was staring at them, he wasn't worried.

Then, Li Huai's voice call came over suddenly.

He Xijing panicked for a moment, like a child who sneaked around but was caught immediately.

However, he couldn't not answer.

He Xijing took a deep breath, thinking about why Li Huai would call him, and what tone he should use to reply...

The phone was connected, but the smirk of the drunk lunatic came from the other side.

"To the movie!" Li Huai yelled again into the phone, then immediately lowered his voice and said softly, "He Xijing, I miss you."

The voice seemed to be raving, and passed by in a flash, as if he had heard it wrong.

He Xijing's heart skipped a beat.

"Where are you?" he asked immediately.

It's a pity that Li Huai only said a complete sentence, followed by upside-down smirks, and big words like "to the movie".

He Xijing simply hung up the phone, called his people, and asked where these people drank.

Then he rushed over in a hurry, unable to control his steps at all.

Like a moth jumping into the fire without hesitation.

On a winter night in Berlin, tiny raindrops diffuse between the sky and the earth, and the street lamps on the street are good and bad, dividing countless bright and dark spaces.

Homeless people and drunkards are reluctant to go out in this weather, and the streets are dead silent.

A small, still lit Chinese lantern seemed to light up the only light on this street.

He Xijing, wrapped in the cold wind, pushed open the door.

The boss, who had been quarreling with drunks and had a headache, finally saw a savior.

"You are that, that..." He stammered a few words before giving up, "It's that actor, you're finally here. Your friends don't drink very much, so it's really worrying to make trouble."

He Xijing quickly took a look at the situation in the room.

Huang Anguo had already stood up, hugged Li Huai, one endorsed the book loudly, and the other was laughing.

Yan Binbai was still crying.

He strode over and separated the two drunks.

Even though Huang Anguo was drunk, he still had a deep-rooted fear of He Xijing. When he saw that his legs were limp, and he fell to the ground like mud, he continued to recite his manuscript.

When Li Huai saw He Xijing, he lay limply on his body.

"You're finally here," the drunk said with a smell of alcohol, but it didn't smell bad. "I'm very happy today, special, happy, hiccup."

He shrugged his shoulders, leaned on He Xijing, raised his head vigorously, stared at this man, and asked, "Do you know why I am so happy?"

He Xijing was busy paying the bill, then moved him into the car, and ordered other people to move the two drunks, and replied casually: "Because you won a prize."

"No!" Li Huai's voice suddenly became louder, his hands wrapped around He Xijing's waist like water snakes, his face was still rubbing against his chest, all in all, the goal was to prevent He Xijing from walking properly.

"I'm telling you, quietly, don't tell anyone." He whispered mysteriously.

Still not at ease, she continued to promise with He Xijing: "You promise me, but you must never tell others!"

"Okay, I promise not to tell." He Xijing said while holding his limp body.

"Because you're here." Li Huai smiled foolishly, "I'm so happy to see you."

"Today is a good day," he buried his face in He Xijing's clothes, "I finally see you again."

He Xijing brought Li Huai into the trunk of the car parked on the side of the road at a faster speed.

This drunkard just let him hug him softly, and looked at him with trusting face, as if no matter what He Xijing did, he would not object.

He couldn't even imagine what he wanted to do to him.

The street lamp next to the car happened to be broken, and it kept flickering on and off.

Li Huai's face, also under the uncertain light, looked even more blurred.

He Xijing finally couldn't help it, lowered his head, and kissed her.

Light as a swipe of rain falls on the petals.

Assistant Yang, who was sitting in the driver's seat in front, turned away the rearview mirror knowingly and knowingly, to save the last bit of dignity for the boss who attacked the drunk.

Then he smiled unsurprisingly.