Hollywood legendary director

Did not see her on the first day, miss her.

Did not see her the next day, miss her very much.

The days when the clouds are light and windy are always exceptionally fast. In the blink of an eye, three days have passed, and the Cannes Film Festival is about to end.

On this slightly melancholy night, Lyman couldn't help but called Eva Green.

She returned home the day before yesterday and has not yet returned.

"Hey, where is it?" As soon as he opened his mouth, he asked a silly question.

"at home?"

"What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing."

"Then you... why didn't you come."

"Do you miss me?" Eva Green was very excited and let out a silver bell-like laugh.

"No, you are not here, I am not good at writing a new script role, after all, should I try to fit your temperament as much as possible. How long will you come?

Oh, man.

This is Lyman's only remaining pride.

"Don't worry, my sister is pestering me, I can't get rid of her." In Eva Green's bedroom, she said, lying sideways on the bed.Thinking about this, the two big long legs are entangled unconsciously, which is obviously quite annoying.

Alas, since she heard that Tom Cruise came here to attend the event, she has always wanted to meet.

Although there may be a chance to see it, Eva obviously doesn't want to do it.She is afraid of trouble.

"Why is she pestering you?"

"Nothing. Hey, yes, the film festival ends the day after tomorrow, do you think we can get any heavyweight awards?"

The topic shifted bluntly, but Lyman didn't realize it.

"I'm sure to win the award, but I don't know if I can win the Palme d'Or (this award is equivalent to the Best Picture Award, and it is also the highest honor in Cannes every year. Ps: This year, South Korea's "Parasite" won this award.) "

"But I don't have your share of the prize, and I didn't declare the successful best actress." Lyman murmured.

"Oh, that doesn't matter." Eva Green was still a little depressed after saying so.As an actor, it would be nice to get an award that affirms her performance. Why doesn't she want it.

"Then when can you come?" Lehman said again on business.

"Let me think about it..." Eva Green pretended to be "hum" for a while before smiling, "I can get up early tomorrow."

......

The next day, it was really early.

Lyman opened the door, looked at the blue sky outside, then glanced at Eva, who was standing in the doorway and wearing a light gray gown, quickly greeted her in the door.

"What time is it."

"It's five o'clock. I got up at 3 o'clock and asked my friend to send me over." Eva said solemnly.

Both of them looked tired, one did not wake up, and none of them slept.

They took off their jackets and lay on the big bed, cuddling each other, and fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, it was already afternoon.

In fact, Lyman woke up midway, but seeing her so tired, he didn't want to disturb her.

After a simple wash, the two went out to get something to eat.

This place in Cannes is good everywhere, it is the food that needs more effort.

If the food is good, it is really suitable for living.

It's a pity that Lehman is still very young and has a heart to work hard for his career.

Walk along Binhai Road.

Looking at the sandy bay on the right hand side, enjoying the comfort of the slight sea breeze blowing across their cheeks with a hint of tide, the two chatted and arrived at Menardier Street.

It is not too far from the Cinema Palace, and it is also a main road connecting left and right.

The popularity is strong, the atmosphere is good, and it is lively.Of course, it is also because of the film festival held during this period that it has this look.

Lyman wears sunglasses.

There is no way, when walking on the road, there are always people who recognize him and greet him. He finds it troublesome and has also learned this little way of covering up.

Came to an afternoon tea restaurant.

Following the menu, I ordered several desserts and two seafood platters that are said to be the shop’s signature. As for drinking, Lehmann ordered coffee and Eva Green chose milk tea.

After a while, the seafood platter came up first.

"How does it taste?"

"Have you never been here?"

"Well, Ryan said that this shop tastes good and recommended me."

Eva cut a small piece of lobster meat, put it into her mouth with a fork, chewed it a few times, and commented: "It tastes really good."

"That's good, I'll start too."

Lehman said, picking up the knife and fork and enjoying...

Before long, several desserts were delivered by the waiter one by one.

Lehman is not particularly interested in these.

Because the French generally like to eat sweets and have a high acceptance of sweetness, each dessert has a sweet voice.

At this time, Lehmann frowned at a small plate of Napoleon cake, which looked rather delicate and named.

Especially after a bite, the sweetness was a few higher than the usual desserts, and I didn't want to eat it at all.

This is much sweeter than macarons and opela, and it makes Lehman even more senseless.

And although the name sounds horrifying, Napoleon or something, it's a ghost, isn't it just a plain butter cake with a thin layer of meringue and a light cream inside.

The meringue shatters with one touch...

Lehman completely gave up the plan to eat it in his belly, and looked up at Eva. This girl is similar to an average French girl, she is graciously smearing all kinds of jam or some small cheese on the dessert, eating Very happy... it's so sweet.

It's no wonder that French girls are also prone to gain weight from middle age. Can you not get fat if you eat these every day?

After eating, the two continued to do nothing.

I went around along Menardier Street, but it also felt boring.

To be honest, there is nothing interesting about Cannes. If it weren't for a Cannes movie to attract some popularity every year, it wouldn't be very lively.

In addition to staying at home, locals also like to go to the beach along the bay line.

Actually, the area of ​​this place is small, only more than 20 square kilometers...

After wandering around a few times, it was night.

The two returned home and took a good bath.

It's late, maybe 9 o'clock or 10 o'clock, anyway, it's pretty quiet outside.

In the bedroom, the headlight was not turned on, and the small table lamp above the bed had an orange halo, reflecting a faint shadow on the white wall.

Eva sat cross-legged on the bed, and so did Lyman, sitting leaning on the head of the bed.

Uh, the atmosphere is just right, and there is a kind of rushing foot in the mountains and rain.

"Sleep?" Eva asked suddenly.

This is like the opening of some kind of signal.

She lifted the quilt, and got into the quilt.

Perhaps it hadn't been seen for a few days, and Lyman also became unnatural.

Looking back at her, the little head turned to one side.

What is she thinking now?Unexplained doubts occupied Lehman's brain.

"I'm asleep too."

He said deliberately, carefully lifted the quilt, and approached the past.