Crossover Actors

Chapter 116

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Lu Wen silently handed over a handkerchief, endured the difficulties, endured the pain, and wept softly after all the hardships. He wanted to let Qu Yanting cry.

After taking the handkerchief, Qu Yanting covered her face, shrunk her shoulders and sobbed muffledly.

Lu Wen stroked his back and said, "It's okay, just cry if you want to."

There were only a handful of tears in adulthood, and Qu Yanting was unfamiliar and restrained, turning her head against Lu Wen's chest, releasing her emotions from her throat bit by bit.

Which man can bear the heart and soul to cry like this, within a few minutes, Lu Wen was anxious and coaxed with no skills: "Don't be sad, it will get better and better in the future... Do you still want to eat popcorn?"

Qu Yanting shook his head, his breathing seemed to be humming in a state of hypoxia, Lu Wen helped him up, wiped the tip of his chin with a handkerchief, and said distressedly: "Oh, don't you fucking cry."

Qu Yanting was taken aback by the sudden training, and said in a crying voice, "Just now you made me cry if I wanted to."

Lu Wen softened: "You made me want to cry too."

"why are you crying… "

Lu Wen sniffed: "... I finally washed away the shadow of bad horror movies."

The corners of the crimson eyes were slightly bent, and Qu Yanting almost laughed out of tears. He hugged Lu Wen's head and suggested, "Then let's cry together."

The hottest actor and the most eye-catching director at the moment cried and laughed in the screening hall, even hugging and hugging, regardless of whether the camera captured it or not.

Auntie the cleaner came in to do the cleaning. Seeing that they hadn't left yet, she said politely, "It's over."

"Hey, let's go now." Lu Wen put on his hat and picked up the remaining half bucket of popcorn.

Qu Yanting hurriedly wiped her face, put on her coat, got up, and followed Lu Wen down the aisle steps. Auntie Clean looked at them, and suddenly said: "Are you... the one in the movie?!"

There was a huge poster hanging in the theater hall, Lu Wen didn't deny it, he laughed twice.

The aunt said excitedly: "Are you still going to watch the movie in person? Oh, your movie is very popular, with the highest attendance rate, and many people come to see it every day."

"Really." Lu Wen asked with a happy face, "Then you have worked hard cleaning it?"

The aunt replied: "Hey, what I earn is hard money."

Walking to the entrance of the hall, before leaving, Qu Yanting said: "Then be careful on the way to the night shift."

The aunt nodded, and finally shouted enthusiastically: "I wish you all the prizes!"

Walking out of the movie theater, the commercial street at two o'clock in the morning was deserted. Lu Wen and Qu Yanting enjoyed the empty public space and walked slowly along the street to pick up the car.

They walked quietly for nearly a hundred meters, as if each had their own minds, waiting for the red light at the intersection, and looked at each other after stopping.

Lu Wen couldn't bear his temper, and asked first: "What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing." Qu Yanting smiled unconsciously, "That auntie was quite funny just now."

Lu Wen licked his lower lip, and confessed: "I'm also thinking about what that aunt said."

Qu Yanting asked, "Which sentence?"

"The sentence you were thinking about." There was still some tacit understanding, Lu Wen put his arm around Qu Yanting's neck, and strode across the zebra crossing, "Director Qu, will we win the prize?"

Qu Yanting pondered for a while, raised his face and said, "I don't know."

"Hiding" is the best film in the same period, with excellent box office and word-of-mouth, but a good film needs the proof of awards to leave an indelible mark in film history.

Lu Wen has always been two hundred and five, but at this time he became inexplicably calm and said, "What do you think?"

Qu Yanting wanted to give it a go, he worked so hard to get here, he was reluctant to stop, and a photographer he liked said that if he didn't take the initiative to do something, the current situation would not improve.

"Let's try?" Qu Yanting replied, "You accompany me, and I will accompany you, okay?"

Lu Wen's expression was vivid, his pupils were brighter than the neon lights: "Okay, I will listen to you."

On the second day after they made their decision, the other main creators of the crew and Sun Xiaojian brought up the matter together, and they all thought that they should seize the opportunity and fight for awards.

After repeated discussions, "Hiding" will participate in the competition for the Golden Horse Awards.

Lu Wen and Qu Yanting have a positive attitude, but they don't care too much. Whether they succeed or fail, their first step into the film industry together is of great significance.

Qu Yanting resumed her daily work, went to work in the studio every day, and maintained a comfortable balance between the two identities of director and screenwriter.

Lu Wen was busier, and there were endless announcements as his social status rose, but he chose the best ones and guaranteed to spare two or three days a week to pick up Qu Yanting's appointments after get off work.

They are like ordinary couples, trying new restaurants, visiting the library, going for a drive... They have still been photographed secretly, but unfortunately the public has long been immune, let the media not make a fuss, and report them someday when they are photographed kissing in the street.

A few months later, "Hide" was confirmed as a finalist for the Golden Horse Awards.

It was the National Day holiday, and Lu Wen and Qu Yanting played golf with Lu Zhanqing. After answering Sun Xiaojian's phone call, Lu Wen threw away hundreds of thousands of golf clubs, picked up Qu Yanting and roared in circles.

Qu Yanting turned dizzy, and when he stopped, Lu Wen kissed him hard.

Lu Zhanqing poked on the lawn: "..."

Until he left the court, the temperature on Qu Yanting's face did not subside. Although he had written upside down and led to ups and downs, it was still too scary to have sex in front of his elders.

Lu Wen didn't realize it, and kept talking all the way: "Dad, I was shortlisted for Best Actor. My God, Golden Horse Award for Best Actor, can you imagine what it feels like?"

Lu Zhanqing was annoyed: "How does it feel?"

"I just feel it," Lu Wen replied, "...I'm becoming a father too! It's so cool!"

Qu Yanting's joy seemed insignificant, and she held her forehead and reminded in a low voice: "At present, I am only shortlisted."

Lu Wen rebutted him: "Just? The nomination is already very strong, and my team will issue a draft tonight. Besides, I have been a sports committee, and I have never even run for a class cadre. Don't look down on the finalists!"

Still had the face to say, Lu Zhanqing made excuses calmly: "I remember you were a literary and art committee member in junior high school."

Lu Wen recalled it for a while, and said embarrassingly: "Later, I was dismissed again because I skipped too many classes."

For the awards ceremony, Lu Wen put off more than half of his work. Every morning when he woke up, he counted down how many days until the Golden Horse Awards, especially like elementary school students who are wracking their fingers and waiting for the school spring outing.

But Lu Wen is more vain than a primary school student. He specially asked a nutritionist to formulate a recipe, worked hard to keep fit, weighed, and measured his measurements, so as to maintain a perfect state of neither fat nor thin.

Not only that, but he also secretly went for beauty treatment with the female artist in the company. They received whitening injections and face-lifting injections. He was eager to try it, but was reported to Qu Yanting by Sun Xiaojian, and he was scolded at home.

Qu Yanting was already upset enough to eat salad with him, and warned: "Stop messing with those moths, if you dare to touch your face, I won't want you."

Lu Wen was not happy when he heard it, "Do you just love my face?"

Qu Yanting said: "I want to love your brain, but I can't find it."

Lu Wen said speechlessly, "Then I still have long legs."

Qu Yanting realized that most of the scumbags in their hearts longed to be affirmed, that's why they were so crazy. Unavoidable that Lu Wen continued to toss around, he asked: "What will you wear then? Are you ready?"

Lu Wen forgot about this, and immediately contacted Zhuang Fanxin. Zhuang Fanxin had said that he would design a dress for him.

In the next week, Lu Wen went to see Zhuang Fanxin's supervisor when he had nothing to do, and kept his mobile phone at home, discussing design details with him from time to time.

Qu Yanting faintly regretted it. After turning off the lights at night, Lu Wen stopped hugging him. He held his mobile phone to discuss seventy or eighty items for a button, and he was not afraid of finger cramps.

Later, Lu Wen found it troublesome to type, so he started to speak, jogged back in the morning, threw the hot phone on the bed, wiped off his sweat, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When the screen lit up, Qu Yanting glanced at it and said, "There is news."

Lu Wen shouted from inside: "Let's talk later, brother, please speak for me."

Qu Yanting slid open the phone, it happened to be the conversation page with Zhuang Fanxin, he couldn't help scrolling up, just this morning, Lu Wen sent nearly 200 messages to him.

The last voice lasted fifty seconds and was sent by Lu Wen. Ten minutes later, Zhuang Fanxin still hadn't replied. And the last one is text, Lu Wen said: You must have no reservations...

Qu Yanting's heart skipped a beat, and he looked around the bathroom in confusion, and decided to cut first and play later, turned on the voice and put the phone close to his ear.

"...you must show my handsomeness unreservedly, and you must also be cool, revealing a sense of distance that Gao Linghua can't get. Do as the Romans do, and add a little Hong Kong typhoon. The suit must have a gentleman's temperament, but not like others , to be dignified but still youthful. Thinking about it for the time being, do you understand what I want?"

Qu Yanting has black stripes all over his head, how could the two hundred and five regard himself as Party A

Ding, Zhuang Fanxin finally replied: You can hire someone else, get out.

Qu Yanting typed a word apologetically: I am Qu Yanting, I am sorry for causing you trouble.

After five seconds, the other party replied: Help him to beat him up, I'm Gu Zhuoyan.

Lu Wen came out wrapped in a bath towel after taking a shower. The water was not wiped clean, and his chest and back were wet. He showed Qu Yanting his chest muscles and collarbone, and said, "If you don't vacuum, it will be a waste."

Qu Yanting said coldly, "Do you want a vacuum so much?"

"Okay?" Lu Wen asked expectantly.

Qu Yanting replied: "Alright, then I will vacuum up with you, and I will show it too."

Lu Wen immediately objected: "You can't!"

"why?"

"You don't understand." Lu Wen said, "It's normal for a man to show his chest muscles, but two men showing their chest muscles together will look like a group playing songs."

Qu Yanting spent a period of time when he endured all kinds of hardships. As the award ceremony got closer and closer, Lu Wen gradually became more peaceful. He stayed at home and read books for the first time.

In the afternoon, I attended the Emerging Filmmakers Forum. After finishing work early, Qu Yanting returned to Linxie Garden. Lu Wen's sneakers were placed in the entrance, but the room was as quiet as if there was no one there.

There are only two rooms, Qu Yanting pushed open the door of the study, Lu Wenfu was writing something intently behind the desk, and immediately closed the notebook when he saw him come in.

Qu Yanting walked over and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

Lu Wen turned his pen and said, "Make some trivial creations."

Qu Yanting turned sideways deftly, and sat down on Lu Wen's lap. There were several books on the table, including Fitzgerald, Haruki Murakami, and George Orwell. ?”

Lu Wen thought for a while and said, "Why don't you polish it up for me."

Qu Yanting picked up the notebook and opened it. There were a few paragraphs. He read from the first line: "I am a blindly confident person, but I never thought I could stand here today. From now on, my self-confidence has gained strength." , I want to create more surprises for the world.”

"God, I really didn't expect it to be me. The seniors are so outstanding, what can I do? I will definitely work harder in the future. There is no limit to the sea of art, and I will never forget my original intention."

"Thanks to the audience and judges, to my fans, to Mrs. Yu, Sister Ying, Xian Qi and all colleagues in the crew, to my friend, company and manager Sun Xiaojian. I also want to thank my dad for his support and my mom for her blessing in heaven , and finally I want to thank one person, that is director Qu Yanting. Teacher Qu, it is you who made me."

"Thousands of words can be summed up in one sentence, I am this year's Golden Horse Best Actor, I love movies and everyone!"

After reading, Qu Yanting was shocked for a while, and said dully: "You wrote... an acceptance speech?"

Lu Wen knew he was embarrassed, and said, "If I really win the award, I can't go on stage and be blind, so I just wrote some award words. Which version do you think is better?"

Qu Yanting swallowed his breath. Rather than being caught blind, he was more afraid that Lu Wen would not be able to bear the disappointment if he expected too much, so he said carefully: "You promise me, no matter what the result is, we will be happy."

Lu Wen weighed him: "Of course, do you know why I burn the buns so virtuously?"

"Huh?" Qu Yanting said in his heart, so you know it yourself.

Lu Wendao: "Because for me, not acting in a bad movie is success. A good box office is a step up, a good reputation is a step up, and being a finalist is a step up. I have exceeded my goal."

Winning an award is a higher level. Lu Wen is full of expectations, but he is constantly striving for it. It doesn't matter if he can't make it. He pointed to a line of small words in the lower right corner of the paper, and commented: Don't be afraid of losing the election, keep working hard.

Qu Yanting caressed these eight characters, a little naive, but also a little touched. It turns out that the simpler the mind, the cuter it is. This is probably the power of sincerity.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Lu Wen said, "You don't believe me?"

Qu Yanting replied: "Yes, I will believe any nonsense you say."

"Really?" Lu Wen turned a page backwards, "Unexpectedly, I also made a Taiwan travel guide. No matter what the result is, I will treat it as a visit."

Qu Yanting nodded longingly, feeling tired suddenly. He relaxed and leaned against Lu Wen's arms to look through the strategy guide. The picture looked like a young couple studying a honeymoon vacation.

Beaches, exhibitions, night markets...

Qu Yanting was dazzled.

After a while, Lu Wen asked in a low voice, "However, which version of the award-winning speech should I choose?"