On the breezy balcony, Li Xu, who was wearing pajamas, was reading the newspaper and drinking coffee, and Annabelle was sitting on the children's dining chair next to her, happily grabbing a spoon and stirring in the milk bowl. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Isabel, also in her pajamas, yawned and went out onto the balcony, her hair scattered over her shoulders, her pretty eyes still tired.

"Anna, stop playing, hurry up and drink the milk." She patted the little one's head lightly and said in a loving tone.

"Oh......" Anna stuck out her tongue and began to drink milk from her spoon, muttering by the way, "Mommy is so late......"

"Did you hear it, Anna said you woke up late." Li Xu seized the opportunity to tease beside him.

"Really? Maybe you can make me a little harder, just let me get up at 12 o'clock," Isabel was a little angry at the mention of this.

"If you need to," Li Xu shrugged, "I don't mind serving you once." ”

As he spoke, he said that the newspaper covered half of his face below to prevent his daughter from seeing his "evil" smile: "You know, I didn't even show a third of my strength last night, and you have begged for mercy again and again, dear." ”

"You!" Isabel's face had become quite ugly, and if it weren't for Annabelle's presence and wide-eyed eyes, she might have retorted desperately.

"Why don't you go with your new little lover, can't she satisfy you?" Isabel said hatefully at the end.

"Because I miss you," Li Xu said for a long time, "After all, she is only half of your face." ”

"So you still came to me, it's true that she can't satisfy you." Isabel sneered, but felt a little wrong.

"No, dear, if I just want to satisfy my desires, I'll find my Asian lover." Li Xu shrugged again, "I brought more than ten girls over." ”

Poof! Isabel, who was drinking water, squirted out all over the balcony, making Annabelle giggle.

"What did you say?" Her blue eyes widened, and she looked at Li Xu in disbelief, "Take ...... Brought more than a dozen? ”

"To be exact," Li Xu smiled slightly, took out a tissue, and wiped the corners of his daughter's mouth, "There is another addition, but I am not interested in that woman for the time being." ”

Isabel sat there dizzy, not coming back to her senses for a long time: "You...... By what means did you persecute them? ”

"I didn't force them, I gave them all a choice." Li Xu said leisurely, "Just like the other half of your face, there is obviously a better way to choose, but it is the most difficult to choose, it seems that it won't be long before I can eat her." ”

However, after seeing Isabel's face, he still changed the subject: "There is a very interesting report here, saying that the core of the story of "Fragments of Memory" does not stand up to scrutiny, in a city like Hong Kong, the male protagonist cannot have so much money and energy to make a living, and the insurance investigators in Hong Kong are also very unprofessional, it would be more reasonable if the scene was moved to the United States or Europe, but now, the whole movie seems ridiculous - what do you think?" ”

"I think he's right." Isabel said angrily.

"Isha, that's how you talk about movies?" Li Xu looked at her and asked.

Isabel was silent, took the newspaper in front of her and flipped through it: "It's just a thorn, every year, there are always people who like to interpret those popular movies from different angles, some will praise it, some will belittle it." Aren't you already prepared? Still need to worry about this? ”

"I just want to know what you think, Isa," Li Xu picked up his daughter and teased her in his arms, "I said that I would make a film in three months and bring it to Cannes, and now I have done it." ”

Isabel was silent for a moment, looking at her daughter, who was giggling and was not as often seen as herself, but who was very close to her father, she sighed and got up and went back to the house.

Li Xu looked at Isabel's beautiful back, continued to tease her daughter, and did not speak again.

Then, the Cannes Film Festival began to come to an end, and while it was still lively, with films from all over the world still showing in rotation, most of the people's energy began to be diverted to other places, such as the awards ceremony before the closing ceremony.

"It's an honor for you, Ms. Chaplin." In a suite on the top floor of a hotel, a middle-aged man said to Geraldin? Chaplin held out his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Malcolm." Geraldine exchanged a few words of polite greeting.

"This is Henry, Henry? Harmon. Malcolm introduced another middle-aged man in his forties next to him.

If Li Xu were here at the moment, he would recognize that Malcolm was the man who first disdained the movies he invested in at the cocktail party.

"I know, the resident film critic of 'The Observer.'" Geraldine shook hands with the other as well.

Then, as soon as they sat down together, the comedian's daughter said bluntly: "If you are here to find out from us, then I'm sorry, Mr. Strayler has stressed many times in the jury that no news should be revealed before the award ceremony. ”

"No, no, no, Ms. Chaplin," Malcolm smiled and shook his head, "I'm just asking you to discuss some films, after all, you know, my film company buys a lot of works from the Cannes Film Festival every year, and you professionals need to help us judge which ones are valuable." ”

Geraldine raised an eyebrow and looked at Harmon again, who then said, "I'm only giving advice from a film critic's point of view, I'm different from you, Ms. Chaplin." ”

"Well, if that's all there is to it, no problem." Geraldine said.

There are some things that don't need to be said, like going to a private party like this, and then chatting about the current film festival, giving an opinion on some films, and the message is just passed out unconsciously.

After that, the remuneration will not be less at all, but Malcolm just wants more, and after reviewing a few films, he suddenly mentioned the only Hong Kong film in the competition at this year's Cannes Film Festival: "Speaking of which, I have a question, Ms. Chaplin, did you comment on "Fragments of Memory" from the heart? ”

"Mr. Malcolm thinks not?" Geraldine asked rhetorically.

"Personally, in my opinion, there is something to be done with this film, but Mr. Harmon says that the shortcomings of this film are too obvious to be worth buying." Malcolm smiled.

"Is that so, Mr. Harmon?" Geraldine still didn't say anything, but looked at Harmon.

"Yes, you've probably seen my reviews, and I'm still holding my point." Harmon snapped up, "Staccio editing is a big problem, and it's not friendly to the average viewer. We film critics see a good movie but have shortcomings, and we will watch it a few more times to figure it out, but the audience will not, if you go to the cinema and you can't understand the story, they will just leave the theater and tell more people not to watch it. ”

After a pause, he glanced at Malcolm: "Of course, on the whole, this film still has a lot to offer, and if this is the director's first work, it can compete for the Golden Camera." ”

"I remember this year's FIPRESCI Awards were presented in Cannes, right?" Malcolm asked suddenly.

"Yes, but unfortunately, the FIPRESCI Awards are in the Youth Film category this year, and "Memory Fragments" seems to be competing in the main competition." Harmon said immediately.

"That's a shame." Malcolm shrugged, then looked at Geraldine again: "Speaking of which, I think it's a pity, if Ms. Chaplin's "Mom is 100 Years Old" is shown at these two Cannes Film Festivals, it will definitely get more honors." ”

Geraldine smiled, took a sip of his teacup, and said after a while: "Regardless of what you say, "Fragments of Memory" is indeed a work with a unique temperament, and my American friend said the same. ”

Malcolm's eyes lit up: "Is that friend of yours saying it from the director's point of view, or from the actor's point of view?" ”

"From a distribution point of view, his point of view is a little different from yours." Geraldine smiled.

"It's a shame." Malcolm sighed, then changed the subject, "By the way, does Ms. Chaplin have any plans for the near future?" ”

"Aaron? Director Lei Nai gave me a script, is it Jean? Mr. Gruwal's writing was very touching to me. Geraldine replied.

"French cinema? Then I must find out better. Malcolm laughed.

After a few more conversations, Geraldine got up to take his leave, and after sending her away, Malcolm couldn't help laughing any longer.

"Mr. Malcolm, are you sure that Ms. Chaplin will support us?" Harmon couldn't help but remind.

"She's made it clear," Malcolm was smug, "it's just a matter of spending some money." ”

The previous communication with Geraldine seemed simple, but in fact, Malcolm did not say a word: please don't support the movie "Memory Fragments" at any awards.

Geraldine didn't say yes at first, until he hinted that he could invest in her new film.

Malcolm gritted his teeth fiercely: "I want which American to know that this is the Cannes Film Festival, the French Film Festival, not a place where he, a mixed-race American, can do whatever he wants!" ”

After a pause, he said to Harmon again: "Go and contact a few more people, people who have a good relationship with the jury, just a few votes from Geraldine and Marquez are not enough, Lumet will definitely support it." ”

"Mr. Malcolm, the key is in Cholgio? Streller, after all, is the president of the jury. Harmon reminded at this time.

"I know." Malcolm glared at him, "So you need to find it!" ”

Harmon reluctantly retreated, although he was very unhappy in his heart, but as long as he thought that it was possible to destroy the honor of "Memory Fragments", his heart suddenly felt happy, anyway, his face had been lost, and he had to pull into the water!