Qin Guan shrank his neck, got up and walked towards the door, there was a trustworthy manager, who really didn't have a lot of trouble for himself, and when his hand just touched the handle of the door, Qu Xuemei's voice sounded behind him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Oh, I forgot, congratulations on winning the Best Actor at Cannes... Well, you're good to go. ”

Yes, everyone came back to patronize the gossip about his scandal, and few people really cared about him and now he is an actor.

When Qin Guan heard this belated congratulations, his heart, which had been feeling hanging in the air, suddenly fell and became much more steady.

In the corridor came the footsteps of Qin Guan striding away, and Qu Xuemei in the office didn't let out a sigh of relief until the last bit of sound fell.

Behind her desk is a cabinet the same size as the one in her Chinese office.

Qu Xuemei easily twisted the key inserted in it, and it was full of Qin Guan's collections.

Qu Xuemei subconsciously planned to put this issue of the New York Times in the compartment of the book and newspaper, but after looking at the dazzling photos above, she finally retracted the hand holding the newspaper.

She tilted her head, stared at the photo of Li Bingbing holding Qin Guan's arm as if no one was around, withdrew her gaze, and put it on her desk again.

There was a red pen holder with a small pair of scissors diagonally stuck inside.

'Click... Click..' After two or three strokes, a small hole was cut out of the entertainment section of the New York Times, and the photos that belonged to Li Bingbing were cut out.

Qu Xuemei looked at the masterpiece in her hand, and then looked at the newspaper with one more hole, she always felt a little regretful, and when she swept her eyes on the table, intending to find something to make up for it, she saw the photo frame she placed in front of the table again.

In the frame is a photo of Qu Xuemei's travels, and she rarely shows a smile in the photo.

The glue stick fluttered between her fingers for two or three strokes, and the finished product of a stitched painting was completed.

The paper of the newspaper and the material of the photo do not fit, and Qin Guan's black and white printed photo and Qu Xuemei's color hard photo do not match, but the owner holding this masterpiece does not dislike it.

Is this a photo of her and Qin Guan?

Forget it, no matter.

With a cherished hand, he solemnly pasted this newspaper on the wall of the cabinet in the center of the cabinet, Qin Guan on the top had a friendly smile, and Qu Xuemei next to him smiled gently.

With the closing of the cabinet door, and the turning of the key, this awkward and harmonious painting is thus hidden in the corner of no one, hidden in the hearts of some people.

The reason why a crush is called a crush is that the person who is in love may not understand for a lifetime that there was once someone you knew or didn't know who liked you in a place you knew or didn't know.

So Qin Guan, who knew nothing, returned home with a hint of relaxation and exhaustion.

The familiar door of the 'Kerala' room was opened, and the most familiar figure, wearing a goose-yellow apron, was busy in the open kitchenette in the living room.

There was a faint aroma of marinade in the air, the dumplings returning to the door when he went out, and his girlfriend was making a bowl of noodles for himself at home to welcome him.

"I'm back..."

Cong Nianwei, who heard the voice, turned her head and smiled at him in the slightly sinking sunset.

"Welcome home, hungry?"

"Hungry!"

"Wash your hands and eat."

"Alas!" Qin Guan, who answered quite crisply, was half because of the joy from the bottom of his heart, and the other half because he was really hungry...

It's not productive.

The suitcases for France have been quietly placed in the corner, and the luggage inside is neatly arranged in their small bedroom.

The small shelves they had used to store their miscellaneous items had now been cleaned, and a trophy with a clear crystal base and golden palm leaves was quietly placed in it.

It was his trophy for Best Actor at Cannes and his first Best Actor award.

It's all good.

The large blue porcelain bowl is filled with snow-white noodles and a bright and viscous marinade, which is the most authentic bowl of lo mein.

The heat of the food rose in front of Qin Guan's face, and suddenly Qin Guan's eyes seemed to be steamed by this mist, and they were a little moist.

This emotion, which has never been on the podium, surrounds Qin Guan's heart, and he knows that this is a down-to-earth hand in hand, and it is also an emotion called love.

"Cong Nianwei.."

"Huh?"

"Someday, that shelf will be full of trophies that belong to you, and all my awards will belong to you..."

"So what? You're going to fill that shelf and marry me again? ”

Qin Guan subconsciously looked at the shelf, the third floor, and there was a lonely one on it...

"Well, all the trophies count, okay? From elementary school onwards. What you get counts together."

This is the beginning of the scoundrel, the girl's coquettishness and the boy's hug are mixed together, this is a sunny day after the rain, and his favorite Cong Nianwei didn't even mention the corner of the scandal.

A confident woman is disdainful of false lies, and if the people next to her pillow don't understand, it's sad...

You and me here, the stormy waves over there.

The news coming back home is not like that in the United States, where there is no New York Times.

The Xinhua News Agency's reporters in France, as well as the accompanying reporters from several foreign countries, sent back the news of the Cannes Film Festival in France as soon as possible.

Originally, he came because of Lou Ye, but now he is returning for Qin Guan.

The next day in China, the newspapers selling on the streets, and the news updated on the website, were not ordinary pitiful pieces of news that the American media trivialized.

Some astute journalists and media people put this news in an important position.

"China's third Cannes actor was born, a 22-year-old young new generation actor, Qin Guan'

'Chinese films miss out on the Palme d'Or, Chinese actors raise their eyebrows at Cannes'

'On the acting skills of handsome actors'

Qin Guan actually made movies abroad, not only making movies, but also playing the protagonist, not only the protagonist, but also acting in art films, not only art films, but also won the highest award for actors, the Best Actor Award.

Seeing these news, the most shocked people are the media and filmmakers who have more or less cooperated with Qin Guan.

The six generations of directors took a porcelain cup to brush their teeth and swallowed the toothpaste foam, and the meat bun stuffed by director Zhang Jizhong fell off, and the most surprising thing was Erzhang, but Zhang Weining laughed in the office. (To be continued.) )