Chapter 667 Results: Luo Yao's acceptance speech was surprisingly appropriate.
Although he was scratching his head backstage, once he stood on stage, Director Luo adopted the air of a great director.
"First of all, I am honored to be able to participate in this film event with so many outstanding filmmakers..."
"...To achieve this success, I must first thank my beloved wife, Ms. Xia Shunqing. She couldn't be here today, but I know she's watching my speech online right now. If you can see me, please listen to this: without you, there would be no film..."
A stir broke out in the room, followed by a brief pause, and then thunderous applause erupted!
Shang Yechu clapped her hands frantically in the crowd, like a seal. Her eyes were wet with tears, for Lin Fengyu, for Zhao Lele, for Luo Yao, for Yang Huanyi, and for being able to participate in a masterpiece that would go down in history.
Along with the glory, a feeling akin to envy welled up inside her. She admired Luo Yao's courage to confess his love to his lover in public, and at the same moment, Shang Yechu realized that she probably could never do what Luo Yao did.
Luo Yao's speech continued, and the applause gradually subsided. Shang Yechu's smile also faded, but she still looked cheerful and in a good mood.
Only the sweat on his palms betrayed his feelings.
Just moments after hearing that Luo Yao had won the award, another terrifying thought quietly gripped Shang Yechu's mind. But she forcefully suppressed it; this was a crucial moment in Luo Yao's life, and she couldn't allow him to be disappointed in the slightest.
After the most exciting, emotional, and joyful moment passed, this terrible conjecture could no longer be suppressed. Shang Yechu could barely maintain her smile.
Generally, there are no hard and fast rules between film festival awards. However, in practice, many problems arise.
Due to factors such as the jury's tendency to favor all winners, public opinion, and interpersonal relationships, film festivals try to avoid a single film sweeping most of the awards. Instead, they intentionally control the distribution of awards. A film that wins Best Actor is less likely to win Best Actress; a film that wins Best Director will have to reconsider its chances in other awards.
Especially since this is South Korea's home ground!
It's almost certain that "The Forest Without Flowers" will have no chance at the upcoming awards. Both Best Actress and Best Picture will likely go to other films.
Although I was mentally prepared, the thought that I had actually missed out on the Best Actress award and lost to Ming Xiaoyuan, the lead actress from my previous life, still made my heart sink.
We must not allow any media outlets to find fault with us.
Shang Yechu sat perfectly still, his expression impeccable. He gripped the armrests tightly with both hands, then released them.
Generally speaking, it's normal to be happy for others winning awards. But a selfless, saintly person who is happier seeing others win than winning themselves is quite rare. Shang Yechu, this ordinary human being, clearly doesn't belong to this category of precious individuals.
Actually, she was tempted to storm out the door. Even facing the December wind on her face would have been far more enjoyable than hearing that someone else had won Best Actress.
This broken chair is so uncomfortable. Shang Yechu thought angrily.
When will I be able to calm down, be as still as water, as immovable as a mountain, and stop worrying about things like movie and TV awards, and the hierarchy of theater? Shang Yechu thought even more resentfully.
Perhaps the company should market me as someone indifferent to fame and fortune, someone who is detached from worldly affairs. Maybe if I keep acting like that, I'll start to believe it myself. Shang Yechu actually began to seriously consider this pointless question.
While Shang Yechu was filled with unbearable frustration, Luo Yao had already finished his speech and returned to his seat. Shang Yechu gazed enviously at the trophy in Luo Yao's hand; the Ying Shi Award trophy was still so exquisite… She was truly happy for Luo Yao; that was genuine. But the thought that she could only look at Luo Yao's trophy this time made Shang Yechu feel as miserable as someone who had fasted for a week and could only eat boiled houttuynia cordata to stave off hunger.
Shang Yechu felt a rubbing sound beside her ear. Turning her head, she saw Yang Huanyi looking in Luo Yao's direction. Her face was pale, and her smile was somewhat forced. Luo Yao's joy also faded a bit.
It's clear that the three of them were thinking about the same question.
Shang Yechu was silent for a moment, then put his hands behind his back and wiped them on the back of the chair. After drying them, he first grasped Luo Yao's hand with one hand, and then Yang Huanyi's hand with the other.
She didn't say anything, she just squeezed her hand tightly.
Everything is understood without words.
If Shang Yechu had to choose between Luo Yao winning the award and herself winning it, she would choose the latter without hesitation.
If someone were to tell her right now that Luo Yao's Best Director award could be exchanged for Shang Yechu's Best Actress award, Shang Yechu would refuse without hesitation.
What Shang Yechu sought to shatter was not the success of others, but his own failure.
Luo Yao smiled knowingly, leaned down and hugged Shang Yechu, then leaned down and hugged Yang Huanyi: "No matter what the result is, I'm proud of you both."
Shang Yechu laughed and said, "If you win an award, you have to treat everyone. Don't think you can skip out on the bill just by saying a few sweet words."
Yang Huanyi twitched the corner of her mouth: "There's nothing good to eat in Korea. If you want to eat, eat inland."
“I do know a few,” Shang Yechu replied cautiously. “Let’s invite a few more of our girlfriends and try to bankrupt the best director.”
While the three were whispering amongst themselves, the Best Actor award was presented. The winner was the lead actor in "The Carved Iron Chair," a veteran South Korean film star. His poise on stage was so effortless that Shang Yechu felt a pang of envy. Ten years from now, she would definitely be even more pretentious than this old man when she went on stage.
Although they had no chance of winning, Shang Yechu and Yang Huanyi still sat up straight when the Best Actress award was announced.
The nominated films began scrolling across the big screen. Shang Yechu saw his own face and Yang Huanyi's face appear on the screen one after the other, in individual shots as well as scenes of the two embracing and interacting.
Looking at these images, a warm feeling gently washed over Shang Yechu's heart. Even if *Anna Doraemon* didn't win an award, it would still be one of Shang Yechu's most precious memories and one of her best films…
The screen cleared, and the title of "Best Actress" appeared on the screen in both Korean and English.
“**&……%#@￥——YECHU!”
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