sovbooks Chapter 185 Theron
Chapter 185 Theron
The entire room fell silent for a second.
Then, applause erupted like a tidal wave.
It wasn't just polite applause; it was heartfelt applause, filled with awe and admiration.
The entire Lumière Hall, with over two thousand people, stood up simultaneously, their eyes fixed on that spot in the fourth row.
Fu Yibai sat there, motionless.
Leonardo was the first to stand up and hug him tightly.
"Pay! The Palme d'Or! You did it!"
Margaret stood beside her, covering her mouth, her eyes already red.
The rest of the crew gathered around, hugging, shaking hands, and patting each other on the shoulder.
Fu Yibai stood up, straightened his suit, and walked along the aisle toward the stage.
The flashbulbs went off everywhere.
He walked onto the stage, the lights so bright they were blinding.
Stephen Frears stood in the center of the stage, holding the golden palm branch in his hands, with a smile on his face.
"Congratulations, you've paid."
He handed over the gold palm.
Fu Yibai accepted it.
heavy.
He walked to the microphone and glanced at the audience.
More than two thousand people stood there, watching him.
The flashes were still going off, but no one made a sound.
Fu Yibai glanced down at the trophy in his hand, then looked up.
Thank you to the jury.
His voice wasn't loud, but it was steady.
"Thank you, Leonardo, for giving his soul to this role."
Thank you, Margaret and the entire team. Without you, this film wouldn't exist.
He paused.
"Thank you, movie."
Applause erupted from the audience.
After a brief pause in the applause, Fu Yibai continued, "The Hunt tells a story about lies and truth."
It's about whether you can maintain your inner kindness when the whole world is on your side.
There is no standard answer to this question.
But I think the significance of film is that it gives us the opportunity to think about these issues.
"Thank you, Cannes."
He raised the trophy and gestured to the audience.
Applause erupted again.
Fu Yibai walked off the stage and returned to his seat.
Leonardo came up to him and gave him a big hug.
After the awards ceremony ended, the crowd began to pour out.
Reporters blocked the exit, their cameras and microphones aimed at every guest who came out.
Fu Yibai was escorted by staff members and left through a side door, going directly to the press conference hall.
The hall was already full of reporters, and as soon as they saw him, their camera shutters went off in a flash.
Fu Yibai took his seat on the stage, with Margaret and Leonardo DiCaprio sitting on either side of him.
The Q&A session has begun.
The reporters were enthusiastic, bombarding them with questions one after another.
Fu Yibai answered calmly and occasionally made a humorous remark, eliciting bursts of laughter from the audience.
The press conference lasted for nearly an hour before it ended.
When I walked out of the press room, the corridor was already packed with people.
Filmmakers, producers, and actors from various countries came forward to offer their congratulations.
Fu Yibai responded to each question with a polite smile throughout.
After the interview, Fu Yibai led the main creative team to a celebration party arranged by Isabella.
The celebration reception was held on the rooftop terrace of the Carlton InterContinental Hotel.
The Mediterranean wind blows from the sea, carrying a salty, damp scent and the warmth of early summer.
The terrace was filled with white round tables, and the champagne tower reflected shimmering light under the lamps, while waiters carried trays through the crowd.
After entertaining his guests, Fu Yibai went to the edge of the terrace, holding a glass of champagne in his hand, his gaze fixed on the distant sea.
In the night, the sea and sky merge into a deep blue, with only a few scattered points of light twinkling in the distance.
"Is Director Fu hiding here alone, contemplating his next masterpiece?"
The voice came from behind, carrying a hint of lazy laughter.
Fu Yibai turned around.
Charlize Theron stood two steps away, wearing a rose-colored floor-length gown, the hem of which swayed gently in the night breeze.
Her long, golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, a few strands of which were lifted by the sea breeze and clung to her slightly flushed cheeks.
She held a glass of champagne in her hand, tilted her head to look at him, and smiled.
"Miss Theron."
Fu Yibai nodded slightly.
Charlize took two steps closer and stood beside him, also turning her gaze to the distant sea.
"Just call me Charlie."
Her voice was soft and languid.
"Golden Palm"
You achieved something that many people never encounter in their entire lives before you turned thirty.
Fu Yibai, holding a glass of champagne, met her gaze.
"Did Miss Theron come all this way just to talk about this?"
Charlize chuckled.
"I told you to call me Charlie."
She paused, then took half a step forward.
The distance has decreased.
He was so close he could smell her scent—not perfume, but a lighter fragrance, a blend of sea breeze and champagne.
"I'm thinking."
She tilted her head, her smile deepening.
"What exactly is in the head of someone who can make a film like 'The Hunt'?"
Fu Yibai remained silent.
Charlize raised her hand and gently touched his chest with her fingertips.
"Or rather."
Her voice was lowered even further.
"What are you like in private?"
Fu Yibai looked down at the fingers she was pressing against his chest.
Then he looked up and met her gaze.
Those eyes shone brightly in the night, carrying an undisguised interest, and something deeper—something only a woman could see in a man.
"Want to know?"
Fu Yibai's voice was not loud.
Charlize blinked.
"think."
The noise on the terrace seemed to have been carried away by the night breeze.
There were still voices coming from the champagne tower; people were talking and laughing loudly, and there was the sound of glasses clinking, but all of that became background noise.
In the background, only the woman in front of him and her excessively bright eyes remained.
Fu Yibai raised his hand and grasped the hand that was pressed against his chest.
Her fingers were slender, her skin delicate, and she carried the slight coolness of the night breeze.
Charlize did not pull it back.
She just looked at him, her smile slowly deepening.
"How about we go somewhere else?"
Fu Yibai asked.
Charlize tilted her head.
"I thought you wouldn't ask this kind of question."
Fu Yibai chuckled.
He released her hand and instead put his arm around her waist.
The movement was light, yet carried an undeniable force.
Charlize leaned forward half a step and put her other hand on his shoulder.
The two were very close.
They were so close that their breaths mingled.
My room is downstairs.
Charlize blinked.
"Then what are we waiting for?"