For any old man over 63 years old, if he sleeps less than 5 hours a day for 7 consecutive years, he will definitely not live long. Mark von Ivan, male, German, aged 70. On that day, everyone called him an artist.

Wang Kefan and Guo Yujing, as accompanying family members, sent the old man back to his hometown who had been together for less than two months. The two were received by Mark von Ivan's wife and their only daughter.

The coffin, which contained the remains of old Ivan, was temporarily stored in the largest church in the community. Mrs. Ivan stood beside the body for a long time before she said to Wang Kefan and Guo Yujing in a mournful voice: "Thank you for helping me send him back, he has never known how to take care of his body." ”

Guo Yujing listened to Wang Kefan's translation, her eyes were slightly red, but she didn't know what to say.

Ivan's daughter Xie Liya held her father's last trophy before his death, and said to Wang Kefan in a deep voice: "Before Dad went to Cannes, he talked to us about you almost every day, and he said that he had never seen such an outstanding person as you, and he was very proud to work with you." ”

Wang Kefan couldn't hold it back now, tears swirled in his eyes, and finally gathered more and more, sliding down the side of his nose uncontrollably.

Mrs. Ivan handed over a handkerchief, Wang Kefan wiped her tears, and said with a slight chok: "Madam, I am also honored to be on the last train of Director Ivan." ”

Madame Ivan nodded, glanced at the coffin, and sighed, "If he can live a little longer, you will surely become very good friends." Come on, come and sit in my house, I don't think you would mind helping me sort out Mark's relics. ”

Wang Kefan and Guo Yujing were taken home by Mrs. Ivan.

It was a luxurious new mansion that Ivan had bought after the sale of The Beast Tamer, and the old mansion had been converted into a studio and was now managed by Klaus.

Mrs. Ivan led two men into Ivan's studio and showroom, which was filled with trophies of all kinds.

Mrs. Ivan introduced: "The things here are collected by Mark since he was a student, the oldest is an excellent coursework award he got when he was in college, he won the only scholarship in his junior year, Mark is not as talented as many people, this is what he said himself, so after graduation, Mark has not been able to find a big investor, nor has he been able to meet a good work partner, he has been working alone." ”

"He's a warrior." Wang Kefan said.

Mrs. Ivan shook her head and said bitterly: "No, he is a fool. Fortunately, he was lucky to meet you before the end of his fate, and it was you who helped him fulfill his greatest long-cherished wish in life. ”

As she spoke, Madame Ivan trembled and placed the Palme d'Or trophy into a brand-new display case that Mark von Ivan had specially made for his death.

"Perfect......" Mrs. Ivan looked at the trophy in the display case, as if looking at her husband.

She turned her head and smiled sadly at Wang Kefan, and said: "Mark has a habit of writing notes, he has never shown it to others, I think we can take it out and take a look at it now, if we can find something meaningful, we can put it in this room together, maybe in a few hundred years, someone will collect these things as cultural relics." ”

Wang Kefan nodded, and Mrs. Ivan led the two into their bedroom.

Ivan's note was locked in a large closet, and Mrs. Ivan had the key, but she was always very trustworthy and would never secretly open it herself.

There were many notebooks of various sizes in the closet, and Mrs. Ivan explained: "The large ones are his work notes, and the small ones are notebooks, which he writes every year from the age of 18." ”

Wang Kefan picked up the one on the top, and Mrs. Ivan said: "This book was just mailed back from Cannes yesterday, and the last words that Ivan said before his death should be on it." ”

Wang Kefan nodded, opened it casually, and saw that it was written: March 7, sunny. God, it's unbelievable that there really are such smart people in this world, I always thought that someone exaggerated Einstein's IQ, but now it seems that I am alone.

March 8, fine. The advertising designer from China actually completed the work that took us at least a week to complete in only half a day.

March 9th, fine. It's strange that Nomoo didn't want to be paid, but only wanted to sing the theme song of "The Animal Tamer", I never knew he was a singer.

On March 10, it rained lightly. It was unbelievable that the weird-tempered old man of Ocaf actually agreed to Wang Kefan's request. It seems that he is still a singer of a fairly high level. Let me count, commercials, singing, editing, I don't know what other surprises he can bring me, but it's a pity that he is not my child, otherwise I would have died happily because I was so proud of him.

On April 6, on the first day of "Blood Soul" on the list, it actually climbed to the third place in sales in Germany, and there is still a lot of room for upward momentum. Nomo Ojin is indeed an excellent singer, listening to Okaaf, Borg's granddaughter Miki seems to like him, it's a pity that I don't have a granddaughter, otherwise I would definitely introduce the first place in the sales list of the post-80s Shaolin abbot, my God, this is unbelievable.

On April 11, the European box office of "Animal Tamer" has exceeded 100 million euros, and it seems that it is time for me to have a studio completely my own. It's a pity that it's a little late, and maybe it won't be long before you have to cheapen that Klaus guy. It seems to be getting less and less energetic lately, God forbid, please let me go to the last Cannes Film Festival and call me again.

On April 26, God, "Animal Tamer" was shortlisted for the best picture of the Palme d'Or!

On May 8, Nomoo actually got a doctorate in aesthetics from Stanford University and became their professor! What else could he not do?

On May 10th, I really couldn't wait to go to Cannes, and I heard that Nomoo was fighting a lawsuit with someone else in China, and I didn't know if it would affect the trip. If he doesn't go, then I should collect the award for Best Editor, and if I send the trophy to China, should I ask him for the cost of posting? It's nerve-wracking.

On May 14th, I was so excited that tomorrow I will walk on the red carpet of my dreams. I owe a debt of gratitude to that talented young man.

On May 15, Nomoo seemed to have grown taller, and his girlfriends were more attractive, and it would have been nice to have met them when he was younger.

On May 16, Nomoo actually set up a concert stage near the festival venue, and God, those fans are crazy. He's really a good singer.

On May 18, Nomoou's two papers caused a great sensation in the world academic circles, and the Nobel Prize jury actually praised him. He's really a genius, no compromises.

On May 22, Nomoo's concert went to many world-class guests, and the Cannes Film Festival seemed to be made into a Cannes Music Festival by him.

On May 25, someone secretly told me that this year's jury was full of praise for "The Beast Tamer", was he hinting at me?

On May 56, diligence played a negligible role in comparison with talent. I think the world belongs to those who are extremely talented, and I can only tell people that I haven't given up yet. It seems that I was so excited that I didn't feel sleepy tonight. I decided to wait all night for the sun to come out on the beach, hoping that by this time tomorrow I would be able to fall asleep with the Palme d'Or trophy in my arms. I am proud to announce to the world that I am actually an artist.

Wang Kefan read them to Mrs. Ivan one by one, and Mrs. Ivan had long since cried silently and fell on Cheria's body.

………… On the day of Ivan's funeral, the town became very lively.

Thousands of people came from all over the world to pay tribute to the film director who had contributed to German cinema.

Wang Kefan and Guo Yujing were dressed in plain clothes and followed Ivan's coffin all the way from the church to the destination.

In the solemn prayer of the priest, everyone closed their eyes and wished Ivan a good life in heaven, even though many of them did not believe in the existence of God at all.

After Ivan's burial, the people left in smocks.

Wang Kefan and Guo Yujing accompanied Mrs. Ivan to stand in front of the tombstone for a long time before going back with her.

After a few days, Wang Kefan and Guo Yujing had already gotten rid of their sadness, and after returning to the hotel, the two of them began to prepare their luggage and leave.

After saying their final goodbyes to Madame Ivan, the two men headed straight for Berlin International Airport.

At the airport, they met Old Man Guo and Xiao Gu, who were also just about to go home.

Wang Kefan told the old man about Ivan, the people who came over during the war years were more open to life and death, and the old man Guo said in a very flat tone: "There is always this day." ”

Wang Kefan nodded and accepted.

Old Man Guo asked again: "Look at you, you have become famous in the world these days, are you cool enough?" ”

Wang Kefan smiled and replied, "It's not cool yet!" ”

Old Man Guo rolled his eyes and said, "Why is your vanity strong?" ”

Wang Kefan shook his head and said: "It's not vanity, it's self-motivation, it's the pursuit of life." ”

"You've chased my granddaughter, what else do you want to pursue?"

"One day I'm going to tell the world that I'm actually an artist."

Old Man Guo glanced at Wang Kefan and commented: "Sour." ”

Wang Kefan smiled but said nothing, his face was light and light.

In Iwan's showroom, there was an extra guitar flown in from China at this time. Wang Kefan told Mrs. Ivan that it was a future great artist, and the highest respect for a deceased artist.

(To be continued)