"How can you say that, the film you worked so hard to write has received ten nominations, which has proven the success of your screenwriting, how can you not win the award, is something happening to you."

Hearing Sanmao answer the reporter's question and turned around and left, Lin Qingxia hurriedly chased after him, and even refused an interview with a TV reporter.

Sanmao was tall and walked fast, Lin Qingxia was also tall and chased fast, the two of them walked and chased, and Lin Qingxia didn't catch up until the end of the passage.

Lin Qingxia, who grabbed Sanmao, didn't know what to say about Sanmao, how could he also be nominated for the Golden Horse Awards, even if he was on the scene, he had to say how he hoped to win the award.

Putting aside whether that answer is appropriate or not, the key point is that Lin Qingxia feels that Sanmao's state is wrong.

Facing Lin Qingxia, who was a little worried, Sanmao's expressionless face softened slightly, but it was still cold.

"Qingxia, I said a long time ago, you are too sensitive, it is easy to see through me." Sanmao didn't answer Lin Qingxia's question, but said something very inexplicable that made Lin Qingxia scratch her head.

When Lin Qingxia wanted to ask again, Sanmao, who saw Qiao Feng coming over, had already nodded and turned around again and left quickly.

"What did you say to her?" Qiao Feng looked at Sanmao's back and asked curiously.

"I asked her if something had happened? I don't think she's in the right state." Lin Qingxia said.

"What did she say?" Qiao Feng asked again.

"She said I was too sensitive to see through her." Lin Qingxia frowned.

Qiao Feng looked at the entrance of the passage where there was no one again, as if the strange woman who was alone was looking back and smiling sadly: "Her state is really wrong, but it has nothing to do with whether you are sensitive or not, you can see it personally.I think she must be depressed."

Qiao Feng said in a deep voice.

"Depression?" Lin Qingxia was taken aback.

"yes, depression." Qiao Feng nodded.

Sanmao's experience, no one can hold it.

When I was in my twenties, my fiancé died, and in my thirties, my husband, who had been in love for many years and finally got married, died.

and the king of folk songs, he had an emotional entanglement that was cut and tied, and in the end, it ended without a problem.

At this time, Sanmao was already in his forties.

The death of two beloved men made Sanmao say that he was saddled with the name of Kefu, this kind of loss of love and being blamed, and the extremely emotional fate of no one can bear it, and it is not surprising that he has to be depressed.

It's just that some people are obvious, and some people are not.

In Qiao Feng's view, Sanmao belongs to the performance is not obvious, but that sensitivity to pain has always been maintained in Sanmao's character, and has had a huge impact on her writing, she shows her inner feelings and feelings through words on paper.

Therefore, pathos has become the keynote of her work.

She pays attention to herself and the world around her with kindness, sadness, and compassion, and her works are always overflowing with the beauty of pathos.

And today, Sanmao's state is not right, and the performance is so obvious, giving people a feeling of lifelessness and gloom, Qiao Feng feels that something must have happened, so that she is so out of shape or completely loses hope in life because of her ill-fated and tense heartstrings.

Combined with the suicide of Sanmao soon after in his memory, Qiao Feng firmly believed in his own judgment.

"Depression, what should I do? Why don't we accompany her to the hospital after the award ceremony?" Lin Qingxia was a little flustered.

Although he didn't have much contact with Sanmao before he patted the rolling red dust, and he was only together for a few months when he was patting the rolling red dust, the two delicate and sensitive women became good friends.

Listening to Qiao Feng's words made Lin Qingxia even more worried about her good friend.

"Just go to the hospital, she won't go with you."

Sanmao avoided talking about it just now, and he didn't even want to say more words to Lin Qingxia, so it could be seen that Sanmao was very resistant to being known.

This is also the reason why Sanmao inexplicably said that Lin Qingxia was too easy to see through her.

"So what should I do?" Lin Qingxia asked at a loss.

"Don't do anything, today is the awards ceremony, and we'll talk about it after today." Qiao Feng thought for a while and said.

Sanmao, a sensitive person, is the most determined, and it is definitely not something that can be changed by just a few words.

If you don't do it well, it will also have the opposite effect, making her feel that her disguise has been revealed, and Hongguoguo's exposure to the eyes of others will cause her more damage.

"I hope she can win the award in a while, maybe a Golden Horse Award can give her a little encouragement." Lin Qingxia sighed and said.

"If she doesn't win the award and you do, you can invite her to the stage and let her see that there are still people who care about her, maybe it will be better." Qiao Feng nodded and suggested.

"Hmm." Lin Qingxia nodded heavily.

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"Specially recommended by the judges, Wen Xilian "The Season of Love in a Foreign Country"

"Best Recording, Shen Shengde "The Season of Love in Another Country"

"Best Film Interlude Huang Zhan "Smiling Proud Jianghu"

"Best Film Music History Praise "Rolling Red Dust""

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The awards start from the unimportant beginning, the season of love in another country goes down to two cities first, then laughs proudly, and then rolls red dust in four cities in a row, and only the best editing of the five nominated awards is snatched away by the season of love in another country.

"This Golden Horse Awards is completely a one-man show for Hong Kong films." Seeing that one award after another was taken away by Hong Kong filmmakers, and Taiwan only got three little golden statues, Qiao Feng couldn't help but lean into Lin Qingxia's ear and joke.

"Hmph, it'll be Taiwan's turn in a moment." Lin Qingxia rolled her eyes and said.

"You're thinking too much." Qiao Feng said with a smile.

"If you don't believe it, we'll see." Lin Qingxia said without believing in evil.

"Okay, we'll see."

"The winner of the best adapted screenplay was Ono's "Knife Plague."

"Look, I'll just say it's the turn of Taiwanese filmmakers, now believe it." Lin Qingxia said to Qiao Feng proudly.

Looking at the Taiwanese screenwriter Ono who was giving an acceptance speech on stage, Qiao Feng was speechless, this Nima slap in the face came too quickly.

Not only was he slapped in the face, but Qiao Feng, who won the best original screenplay award next, was also slapped in the face.

"The winner of the Best Original Screenplay Award was Wu Nianzhen's "Autumn Hate on the Journey"."

Wu Nianzhen is also a Taiwanese screenwriter.

It's just that Lin Qingxia is not in the mood to be complacent this time, because her good friend Sanmao said that she really failed to get the nomination of the little golden man.

Lin Qingxia looked at Sanmao two seats away with some concern.

However, Sanmao was as expressionless as ever and clapped with everyone, so that people couldn't see her mood changes at all.

Sanmao is definitely lost, it just doesn't show it.

Lin Qingxia thought so, and then she was even more determined to invite Sanmao to the stage if she won the award.

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Thanks to the book friend Little Tiger in the Demon World for a reward of 100 coins.