In the early morning of the next day, as soon as the sky was bright, Sun Yi was awakened by a burst of urine.

Sleepy-eyed put on his slippers, walked to the bathroom, opened the gate and released the water, and solved his personal problems.

Then he yawned and shook as he burrowed back under the covers and suddenly felt a puff of dry mouth.

Fumbled around and took a bottle-shaped object from the bedside table, and without looking at it, he just tilted his head and took a sip.

"Phew~cough, cough."

Instantly, a burst of spicy food rushes straight to the taste buds.

I'm rubbing, it's wine.

Then in the faint morning light, Sun Yi glanced at it, this is not the brandy he drank last night.

How did he even bring the bottle back.

Think about it for a moment.

At yesterday's award ceremony, I came to the stage to accept the award in a daze, and the whole process felt light under my feet, and I can't remember the acceptance speech or anything later.

Anyway, it's all kind of polite words like all kinds of thanks, and continue to work hard in the future.

However, in addition to encouraging Sun Yi with a word of "come on" when presenting the award, Gong Huang, the guest of honor, was still waiting for him backstage, and he was flattered by the fact that he had exchanged contact information with him quite formally.

After the award, Director Tian took the opportunity to propose a good celebration, and Sun Yi readily agreed.

Sun Yi, Xiaoting, and the school leader followed the old man to a famous local Chinese restaurant.

After the dishes were ordered, while discussing what to drink, Sun Yi began to let himself go under the old man's several agitations.

"Serve the wine, and ask for the strongest."

The memory of last night is very vague, but Sun Yi still remembers this sentence clearly.

The old man smiled evilly, ordered a bottle of cognac, and took great pains to teach Sun Yi his experience.

That's what he said.

"When you come to France to drink spirits, you must get pure cognac, like XO, Louis XIII, that is all marketed, and that wine is to drink face, this special wine made by local family workshops, and it is the lining that is drunk."

Sun Yi doesn't really care what kind of wine he drinks, and he doesn't have much research on foreign wine.

At this time, drinking is a happy atmosphere.

However, although he was a little excited because of the award, he still retained some sense and asked a special question.

"How many degrees of brandy is this?"

"Hmm, 40 degrees."

The old man replied solemnly.

When Sun Yi heard this, his face showed disdain.

Hey, what the hell is going on?

In his previous life, he didn't drink less liquor, he heard it at 40 degrees, and he didn't care at all, he used to have a small bottle of strong wine, and he dared to blow it on the bottle, and the brandy was just 5 degrees higher, sprinkled with water.

When the wine was opened, Old Man Tian also asked Sun Yi how he was going to drink.

Drink it on the rocks, or mix it with something?

Sun Yi was a little unhappy when he heard it.

Isn't ice just water, isn't bartending just sprite?

Isn't this just?

As a Northeasterner, if you let him drink and add water, don't care about any wine, that's the biggest insult to him.

Sun Yi waved his hand directly and sternly refused.

Pick up the cup and straighten it up.

The first time I lifted the cup, I thanked everyone for their hard work in the past half a month, and Sun Yi drank half a cup in one gulp.

It feels good.

Spicy is also spicy, but it does not have the momentum of baijiu, but the taste is soft, very moist, with a unique oak fragrance, and there is a hint of sweetness on the tip of the tongue.

Not to mention, it's quite delicious.

Sun Yi seemed to have opened a new world, cup after cup, and in the end, one bottle was not enough, and another bottle was again.

He felt fine, his mind was clear, his mind was clear.

I was still complaining in my heart, and this foreigner's liquor was just like that.

When I was almost halfway through the second bottle, at that moment, I felt like I couldn't control myself for a moment.

At first, the brain was clear.

Xiao Ting's chuckle, Lao Tiantou's unashamed bragging.

He could hear clearly, but he couldn't control his body and couldn't lift a finger.

followed by an extremely unwilling "! ”

I can't remember anything.

Sun Yi leaned against the head of the bed and picked up the wine bottle again, which was full of French that he couldn't understand.

After a closer look, he finally shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"This thing has a lot of stamina!"

Early in the morning, Sun Yi couldn't sleep after such a toss.

The return ticket is scheduled for the evening, and there is still a big day to go.

After washing up, Sun Yi walked out of the hotel facing the rising sun.

Perhaps the film festival closed yesterday, and the vast majority of fans participated in last night's carnival, which will be quiet in the town, completely different from the previous days.

Sun Yi walked casually, and after a while, he walked onto Binhai Avenue.

A round of golden sun gushes out of the azure water, and the sea surface is sparkling, which is not too beautiful.

Just as Sun Yi was enjoying this beautiful scenery, a pair of figures also walked in the distance.

It was the strange combination he had met before, the middle-aged man was in a wheelchair, the young man was pushing behind him, and the two were talking and laughing all the way towards the rising sun.

I don't know what the two said, the young man stepped on the wheelchair, and under his control, the high-end electric wheelchair began to accelerate, and when Sun Yi was stunned, a "swish" sound flashed in front of his eyes.

"Oh yes~"

There was the excited laughter of the two in their ears.

Sun Yi grinned, he was also infected by the joy of the two.

It can be seen that the middle-aged man should be suffering from a disease, and Sun Yi has not seen him raise his arm or kick his leg once when they met twice, but he is still optimistic, which Sun Yi admires very much.

Just as he stopped, the electric wheelchair returned from a distance.

Stopped in front of him.

“Bonjour。”

The two greeted Sun Yi.

After coming to France for so many days, he understands that this sentence means "hello".

"It's not as good as ~not as good as ~"

The young man followed up and said again, which Sun Yi couldn't understand, and replied with some embarrassment:

“sorry，english，ok？”

It was the middle-aged man in a wheelchair who answered.

"Okay, I'm Philip, he's Abdair, just now he said, are you the director of the short film "The Tuner"?"

This sentence is basically everyday language, Sun Yi understood, nodded and replied:

“oh，yes。”

After listening, the two looked at each other and smiled, looking very happy.

"We love Ling's movies so much, could we invite you to breakfast?"

"Of course, it's my pleasure."

"There's a restaurant right in front of you, it's very nice, please come with me."

“ok，ok。”

On the way, Sun Yi was afraid that his English level was not enough, so he quickly called Xiaoting and called her over.

The three of them had just sat down for a while, and Xiao Ting arrived.

A few people chatted while eating.

Through the conversation, Sun Yi learned that the two people were the identity of the boss and the employee.

Philip is a director of a company and is very wealthy who has been paralyzed in a paragliding accident a few years ago, while Abdair is an ordinary immigrant, Philip's caregiver and now his best friend.

Abdair was noticeably more talkative, he didn't speak English and spoke in French the whole time, while Philip was on the sidelines, helping with the translation.

He said that this time he came to Cannes to participate in the film festival, just to relax on vacation.

A few days ago, I watched Sun Yi's short film "Tuner" and liked it very much, and after learning that he won the Palme d'Or for Best Short Film at the Cannes International Film Festival, I felt that I deserved it.

Sun Yi expressed his great gratitude.

It's really rare to be able to meet his fans in Cannes.

And through the description of the two of them, Sun Yi muttered a little, as if they were the prototype characters of the warm movie "Untouchable" in their previous life.

Sun Yi asked again.

The more you listen to it, the more it tastes right.

Mansions, famous cars, money, status, the friendship between a rich man who has everything that ordinary people envy, but was paralyzed in an accident, and a black guy from the slums, sloppy, with low education, who has served a prison sentence and is on parole.

Basically didn't run, it's a pair.

Sun Yi was very interested in the story of the two, so he simply asked:

"Mr. Philip, didn't you think to record the experience between the two of you, I think it's a very touching story."

"Oh, dear Sun, in fact, I have had this idea, and it is also in progress, I have written a book about the story between the two of us, and it will be finished soon, and I am sure that there will be a publisher willing to publish it, and when the time comes, I will definitely give you a copy."

"Thank you so much."

"By the way, actually, I am also very interested in the story between you, Mr. Philip, Mr. Abdale, would you like me to adapt your story into a movie and bring it to fans all over the world?"

After hearing this, Philip was stunned for a moment, and then translated it to Abdale on the side.

The latter listened to it and was very pleasantly surprised.

"Really, really?"

Sun Yi smiled and nodded.

"As long as you believe me."

The next chapter is a little later.

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