When Zhang Chu was the only one left in the courtyard, he could still see the dazzling lights from the high-rise buildings not far away.

This small world seems to be independent, there is no shelter from tall buildings around, and you can see the sky directly when you raise your head!

It's just that the lights of the city are so dense that you can hardly see any stars.

The night breeze rustles the trees in the courtyard, and the small Chinese-style buildings are lit up, which looks full of ancient charm.

In such an environment, matcha is so close that it is impossible to see it.

Walking up the antique wooden staircase to the second floor, he stretched out his hand as if he could touch the decorations hanging down from the eaves, which was his place of leisure and entertainment.

The combination of work and rest is king, Zhang Chu has not played a console game for a long time, and he plans to relax today.

He played an older game called Dying Light, whose Chinese name is Dying Light.

The game is set in a city infected by the zombie virus, and players go to find supplies and weapons during the day, and survive the search for zombies at night.

There is nothing to talk about in the plot of the game, but the degree of freedom is relatively high, and the element of parkour is integrated into it, so Zhang Chu still has a lot of fun!

When night fell, when he used his controller to manipulate the character to fight the zombies, the mobile phone on one side vibrated and made a buzzing sound.

He quickly paused the game and exited, saving him from accidentally dying while astringent.

This call was not from the agent, nor was it Chu Lan and Zhang Bowen, but the unexpected one.

"Xiao Zhang, I called suddenly, didn't disturb you, right?"

Xu Ji's voice rang on the phone.

"No, no, I'm just playing a computer game. ”

Zhang Chu really couldn't imagine why Xu Ji called him, was it for "Farewell My Concubine"?

Don't ask for favors for his assistant director, Zhang Chu said that he would not hand over the work to a director with a higher eye than the top to shoot.

The old man Xu on the other end of the phone was sitting in the tea room of the theater building, he laughed twice and said, "You young people just like to play games." My grandson goes to the King's Canyon all day long, and he stares at his phone while eating. I'm calling today mainly to tell you one thing, your agency doesn't seem to have started public relations for you right now, right?"

"What's public relations?" Zhang Chu wondered, he didn't seem to have any scandals or negative news to go to public relations!

"Of course, it's a PR award at the Cannes Film Festival! I think you have a good chance of winning it. ”

Xu Ji really didn't expect Zhang Chu to be so ignorant, he didn't even know what he was talking about.

"The Cannes Film Festival doesn't have much to do with me, it's mainly you, see if you can win the Best Picture, Best Director, Best Actor or Jury Prize or something. ”

"But there are many other awards in Cannes, and the one that is relevant to you is the Best Screenplay Award, which is still very golden, but it is rarely reported in the media!"

Zhang Chu was a little stunned, his knowledge of the Cannes Film Festival all came from reports on the Internet.

Generally, which film becomes the opening film, which film won the Best Picture Palme d'Or, which director successfully won the Best Director Award, or which actor and actress won the award.

I have hardly heard about the award for Best Screenplay!

"But I didn't get any notification of nominations, and I used to have a special email reminder when the Golden Globes restricted nominations in the miniseries category. ”

Zhang Chu said with a little caution, he didn't want to have any oolongs.

Xu Ji patiently explained: "There is no so-called nomination list for the main competition unit, and all films shortlisted for the main competition unit are eligible for any award. In other words, "Farewell My Concubine" is now shortlisted for the main competition unit, and we all have the possibility of winning the award. ”

"That's ...... so"

"Now do you have time, come to the Zhengyi Ancestral Hall, I happened to be here with a friend to watch the Peking Opera of Farewell My Concubine. If you're not too far away, come over quickly, maybe there will be a surprise. ”

Zhang Chu is very familiar with the Zhengyi Ancestral Hall, and in order to write "Farewell My Concubine", he booked a box there and went there almost every day.

Although he didn't know what medicine was sold in Old Man Xu's gourd, he got up and walked downstairs.

can let Xu Ji accompany his friends who watch Peking Opera at eight o'clock in the evening, and it is not easy to think of it!

"I'll be here soon, you wait a minute. ”

"Don't be in a hurry, stay safe. Even if he leaves, I'll have to leave him behind and wait for you!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Chu picked up the car keys and opened the garage.

Did "Farewell My Concubine" in your previous life win the Best Screenplay Award at the Cannes Film Festival?

It doesn't seem to be true.

It has won many honors, including the Golden Globe Award for Best Foreign Language Film, the Oscar nomination for Foreign Language Film, the British Oscar for Foreign Language Film, and one of the 100 best films in global history selected by Time Magazine.

But I just haven't won the screenwriting award!

Zhang Chu was driving while thinking, with such a shallow qualification, does he really have a chance to win the honor of the Cannes Film Festival?

His main job is a writer, and he has not won a few awards for writers and literature, but there are many awards for screenwriters.

In Zhang Chu's Wikipedia award record, the Emmy Award and the Golden Globe Award for Best Screenplay are impressively listed!

This is all won by the BBC's TV series "Sherlock", usually not many people care, but there should still be a certain weight in the awards, at least not the fledgling kind, but to some extent has been awarded by peers.

"Whatever, it's just to meet anyway, and it doesn't mean anything. ”

Yanjing's night is still full of traffic, but it is much better than during the day, at least Zhang Chu can gently step on the accelerator.

Ya'er Hutong is very close to Zhengyi Temple, both of which are on the side of Xicheng District, along the street next to the Forbidden City to the south.

These two places are the places enjoyed by dignitaries and nobles in the past, one is used to live, and the other is used to watch plays, of course, not far apart.

When the car arrived at Qianmen Street, only more than ten minutes had passed!

I used to come here often, and even the staff who paid for parking recognized him at a glance.

"Yo, isn't this Mr. Zhang? But I haven't seen you for a few days! There is still a place in the A3 area, and it is close to the elevator, so you can stop there." ”

Zhang Chu replied with a smile: "Uncle Li, are you on night duty tonight?"

"In the past few days, Lao Liu's man has taken leave to take care of his daughter-in-law, and you said that his daughter-in-law is only in her fifties, and she actually has cancer. Alas, is that a disease that our people can get?"

Hearing this, Zhang Chu couldn't help but be silent, a disease can destroy a family.

He couldn't help but calm down with some excitement, if something happened to his parents in his previous life, then he couldn't heal him at all.

Fortunately, I have earned some money in this life, at least there will not be much problem in the problems that can be solved by spending money.

Zhang Chu is not a saint alive, he silently kept this matter in his heart, and when the time comes, he will ask Zhou Kang to help Uncle Liu a little bit, which can be regarded as a good waste of Uncle Liu's help in wiping his car and occupying parking spaces for free!

The older generation of people are more respectful of cultural people, and Zhang Chu, who writes books, is like the reincarnation of Wenqu Xing in their eyes.

When Zhang Chu wrote "Farewell My Concubine" before, the business of the Zhengyi Temple Theater was very good, and he often couldn't park the car, all thanks to the help of these two uncles, Zhang Chu didn't drive out to find a parking space.

This may be a gesture for them, but it still saves a lot of energy for Zhang Chu.

Although I used to bring them two packs of cigarettes occasionally, if I have the spare hands now, simple assistance may be a relief in the snow!