Chu Jiaojiao bent her eyes and laughed unconsciously.

Jiang Ci got up, and his fingers sorted out the cuffs, and the simple and luxurious cufflinks on them were the gifts that Chu Jiaojiao gave him.

Before he raised his feet and walked up, Jiang Ci lowered his eyes and glanced at the woman.

"Go." Chu Jiaojiao made a lip shape, urging him to hurry up.

After Jiang Ci stood on the stage, he was usually asked how he felt about winning the award.

He has always been a person who does not like to talk much, and he does not like sensationalism, so he only said a simple sentence.

"Thank you to the organizers for giving me this award, this is an affirmation of me and a spur to me."

It's very official and monotonous.

The scene was stunned for a moment, and then there was applause.

Jiang Ci was about to go down when suddenly a reporter sitting next to him stood up.

"Mr. Jiang, according to the convention of the Academy Awards, can I ask you a few questions?" She was a little caught off guard, and the host on the stage was also stunned.

Generally, the reporter's question session is tacitly agreed, but the organizer will arrange the people and questions in advance, because it will be embarrassing if it involves some questions that people don't want to answer.

However, Jiang Ci generally does not like to be interviewed, so the organizers have no intention of asking questions this time.

Obviously, this question and answer session is not the intention of the organizers, but the journalists' own ideas.

But now it's live streaming, and if you refuse, it's not good-looking, and you will even slap the organizer in the face.

There was silence for a moment, then sparse sounds. Trade Winds Literature Network

Jiang Ci was not silent for a long time, raised his eyebrows, looked at the reporter standing up in front of him, and replied, "Yes." ”

He lowered his long eyelashes, hiding the sudden smile in Peach Blossom's eyes.

"In that case, then let this reporter start your question!" The host was relieved to see that Jiang Ci agreed.

Otherwise, in front of so many audiences, how can the tradition of the Academy Awards be maintained?

Several reporters sitting next to each other glanced at each other, and then the one who stood up first asked a question.

"May I ask Mr. Jiang, how do you understand Shen Zhi, the male protagonist of "The Man Within the Wall" this time?"

is a very common question, the host also put his mind at ease, and then the reporter's question said, "Actually, everyone is also curious, Mr. Jiang won the actor award again with the actor in this movie, if I remember correctly, this is the third time to win the award!" So what does Mr. Jiang think of the actor in this movie? Why can you act so well? ”

"Opinion?" Jiang Ci lowered his head and gently spit out these three words into the microphone.

His voice was low, and it reverberated through the hall with a sense of rattling.

Everyone seemed to be waiting for his answer, and then he spoke softly.

"It's nothing more than reading through the script, understanding the real thoughts of the characters, and then acting out what they perceive."

The whole answer was actually too ordinary, Chu Jiaojiao felt that Jiang Ci would definitely have a better explanation, but I don't know why he didn't say it.

As everyone knows, the reporters are waiting for him to say such a sentence.

"So Mr. Jiang, do you have any tips for understanding the real thoughts of the characters?"

"No skills, just intentions." Jiang Ci tantamount to refusing to answer the question.

And his answer also aroused the reporter's unconvincing.