Don't Touch My Movie [Entertainment]

Lin Shen has been to Cannes many times, and always finds it exquisite and charming.

The Alps and the Mediterranean kiss each other's skirts, and the Rivera Bay seals off the fragrant land, the white buildings, the flowers that never fade, the sunshine that only belongs to May, the calm and windless climate, and the most beautiful film festival.

Lin Shen was surrounded by all kinds of flashing lights at the airport, and the reporter followed him and photographed him breaking through the encirclement and getting into the car.Some people even directly broadcasted the live broadcast to China with their mobile phones, determined not to let Lin Shen's trip to Cannes go unnoticed this time.

When we met the crew at the hotel, Zong Ting saw his male lead very happy, and immediately came over and hugged him, "Lin Shen, you're handsome again, do you want to form a band with me?"

Director Zong Tingzong is a burly man with dirty braids and a beard. He had a heart of rock and roll when he was young, but unfortunately he didn't succeed in the end. Life forced him to make a movie. Since then, but until now still brood over the regrets of youth.

Zong Ting has seen Lin Shen play the bass, his low voice is gentle and deep, full of blues characteristics, from then on, every time he meets, he has to persuade the other party to quit the job with himself to realize the great music dream.

Lin Shen still remembers the first time the other party pulled him back earnestly and said, "Lin Shen, look at how much we love music, rock and roll will require us to work hard tomorrow, so let's stop making movies. Let's form a band and get a Grammy." Then Bai Sitong almost cut off his braids.

Lin Shen broke free from the other party's warm embrace, with a gentle smile, "Director Zong, I heard that your band has disbanded."

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Forget it, Lin Shen thought for a long time but couldn't remember how many times Zong Ting's band had disbanded.

"...Yeah," Zong Ting widened his eyes, taking it for granted, "Is a band that has not disbanded considered a band? As long as you are willing to come to my place to play bass, I will fly back immediately and organize them."

When Bai Sitong heard this, she immediately came out to make a rescue. To be more precise, she was afraid that Lin Shen would say something that would stimulate the director who realized the dream of youth, so she stopped her directly, "Director Zong, Lin Shen's contract is still with me, if I really go with you No, the liquidated damages are not enough to sell him ten times.”

Ever since his hair was almost cut off, Zong Ting regarded Bai Sitong as an insurmountable gap between him and his dreams. It was obvious that Miss Bai had left a shadow bigger than the mouth of a bowl on his weak heart, so he immediately shut up and stopped talking about poetry And the distance, and even a little bit want to hum.

He left a sentence, "We are all in the same hotel, if you need anything, remember to come to me." After that, he quickly moved away, lest Bai Sitong would grab his hair again.

Lin Shen looked away from Zong Ting, who was running away with his braids in his hands, and said to Bai Sitong with a smile: "As expected, Director Zong is terrified when he sees you."

Bai Sitong, who was dressed in a Chanel professional attire, brushed his short hair, "Who told him to keep taking you into evil ways?"

The most frightening thing is that Lin Shen is a person who follows her interests. If she is really persuaded that rock and roll is good, then it will be useless for her to drag the entire studio to block the door.

"Bai Can arrived yesterday, do you want to talk to her?"

"Not yet," Bai Sitong understood his cousin, "She's jet-lagged, I'm afraid she doesn't have time to greet me now."

"Then I'll go upstairs first," Lin Shen said, "I think I need to revise my acceptance speech."

Seeing his appearance, Bai Sitong raised his eyebrows, "So confident?"

"nature."

The Cannes Film Festival runs from Wednesday, May [-]th to the second Sunday, May [-]th.

Lin Shen went to watch the movie by himself, chatted with foreign directors he knew well, and went to see a Belgian movie at dusk on one of the days.

The protagonist of that movie was a farmer's son, who had a rough life, but was very talented in painting, and eventually became a painter, painting the rural scenes he saw.

It's too heavy, and it's tough.

An autobiographical film whose tone is difficult to be bright, even if it reveals hope and publicity from the details, it will still fill the heart with a sense of depression.

After the screening, Lin Shen found a corner to stay, and suddenly wanted to light a cigarette. After touching his pocket, he realized that he no longer smoked, and he couldn't even touch one on his body.

At this moment, a thin white hand stretched out from the side, holding a cigarette, Marlboro.

Lin Shen looked up at that hand, and saw He Chengling's face.

Lin Shen took the cigarette, and smiled at the end of his eyes, "I've been here for several days, but I didn't expect to meet you today."

"I didn't expect that either." He Chengling stopped talking after finishing these words, took another cigarette, lit it with the lighter he carried, and handed the lighter to Lin Shen.

Lin Shen didn't pick it up this time, he held the unburned cigarette in his mouth, leaned closer to He Chengling, held his hand holding the cigarette, and lit it.

Normally, if Lin Shen dared to do this, He Chengling would definitely push him away, but this time, He Chengling didn't move at all.

The wrist held by Lin Shen was warmer than before, which made him lower his eyes to look at the man who bent over to light a cigarette in front of him.

Lin Shen's eyes were slightly closed, and only his black hair and fair skin could be seen clearly in the thin smoke, his facial features were inexplicably blurred and unreal.

It is indeed the only good skin and good looks in the world. If you have a camera, every frame here can be directly captured. Even if it is put in a movie, it will be an iconic close-up that will be remembered by countless people.

He Chengling didn't intend to come over when he saw someone in the smoking room, but in the next second, he was touched by the back.

He is not blind, he can recognize that it is Lin Shen, but it is a Lin Shen that has never been shown in front of him.There seemed to be a layer of mist covering his body, it was gray, like ashes.It's very similar to the Belgian movie I just watched.

So he came over mysteriously and handed him a cigarette.

After Lin Shen lit the cigarette, he didn't make further progress. He pushed away and leaned against the wall, took a puff of the cigarette lightly, and then exhaled a beautiful smoke ring.

Whether it is studying or working, He Chengling has seen many people smoking. It may be his illusion. Most people will look a little wretched when they smoke, like a sickness caused by not being able to pursue their desires.

But Lin Shen can't, he even thinks that Lin Shen smokes very cleanly, peeling off the lead, and finally looks like a human being.

Compared with those perfect character designs and elegant skins, He Chengling prefers such a unique Lin Shen that only he can see.This kind of emotion may have something to do with He Chengling's perverted possessiveness. When he thinks of something that belongs only to him, he can't help falling in love with it.

Lin Shen didn't smoke after taking that puff, but just held the cigarette between his hands. "What do you think of that movie just now?"

He Chengling sat on the armchair beside him, flicked the cigarette ash, "It's very depressing, even though he gave me a seemingly hopeful ending."

"If you have hope, you will be depressed. People who have no hope don't know what depression is. Didn't Kafka say, 'You can't cope with life while you are alive, so you should use one hand to block you and envelop you a little bit. the desperation of fate, while, with the other hand, note what you see in the ruins.’ That’s how I see this movie.”

He Chengling snorted softly, "It really is Kafka, the mourning king. Didn't he also say, 'We live in an evil age. Now nothing is worthy of its name. For example, people's roots have long been pulled out of the earth. When I go out, people are talking about my hometown.’ He’s not all right, for example, sometimes I really miss Berlin. It’s still my roots.”

Berlin.

This word also touched Lin Shen's heartstrings.

That was also his hometown, and half of the Germanic blood flowed on his body, more than that of He Chengling.

He also lived in that city for a long time before.

It is surrounded by the state of Brandenburg, the Spree and Havel rivers flow through the heart of the city, and the Havel lakes and Miguel lakes are rippling.The classical grandeur has an artistic flavor, once divided and then reunited.

He has listened to the grand symphony in the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra, admired the romanticism from Greece and Rome to the 19th century on the Museum Island, and stood silently in front of the Jewish Monument.

All of this made him fascinated and convinced.

There is no one who does not like Berlin. No matter how charming Cannes is, it cannot take away half of the glory that belongs to Berlin.

He knew that He Chengling was actually explaining him tactfully, but as long as someone spoke, how could he not hide a little sincerity?

So Lin Shen squatted down, knelt on one knee, looked straight into He Chengling's eyes, and said something in German——

"BerlinistimmerdeineHeimat, Kafkahatnichtmitgezhlt."

Berlin will always be your hometown, no matter what Kafka said.

He Chengling raised his eyebrows and smiled, and he also spoke German. Those things were deeply ingrained, even if he didn't have much chance to touch them now, he would speak with an undoubted Berlin accent.

"Kafkahatdasnichtgesagt. WerhatdasSagen (Kafka doesn't count, so who has the final say?)"

There was a smile between Lin Shen's brows and eyes, and his tone was proud and determined, "Natürlichhabeichdas Sagen. (Of course I have the final say.)"

"Felix," He Chengling recalled the German name that others used to call Lin Shen, and called out, "You are too arrogant, who allows you to make decisions for Berlin?"

After he finished speaking, he blew a smoke ring at Lin Shen, but Lin Shen did not avoid it, but narrowed the distance between the two of them in the smoke. He sighed, "Leon, you don't need anyone's permission, as long as you allow it."

This time, He Chengling did not correct that this not-so-close person should call him "Leonhard" instead of "Leon", although he has corrected countless people in this way before.

After all, when a lucky person meets a lion, it is really hard to tell whether the lion is full of food or the lucky person embraces the lion and then uses body temperature to warm his fur.

The author has something to say: Note Jun:

(1) The prototype of that Belgian film is "Madman" by Belgian female writer Dominique Rolland.I like her "Love Diary" and "Breath" very much. She is a woman who I think has a very beautiful temperament.

(2) "Felix" means "fortunate one". Leonhard means "lion".That last sentence is a metaphor for this.