Chapter 736 Just because I like it
When Shen Jinsong went to the country of stars and stripes in disgrace, hesitating whether to do something, Du Caige took Duan Xiaochen to the country of olives, enjoyed an opera, and went to the fashion capital to watch a few shows.
Then head to Juliet's House for this year's Hugo Awards.
Who will win the Hugo Award?
Undoubtedly, of course, volume two of A Song of Ice and Fire.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be bored, and go to a foreign country when "Wulin" is still in theaters and there is obviously potential to be tapped.
Winning the Hugo Award will undoubtedly drive a wave of sales of "A Song of Ice and Fire".
In addition, the first volume of "Children of the Mist", which is expected to be released globally around August 20, and even the first volume of "Three-Body Problem", which is expected to be released during the Spring Festival, may be driven by sales and achieve better results.
At that time, in "fantasy novels", there may be a phenomenon of "Hemingway dominating the list" that once only appeared in the field of music and comics.
Because until now, "A Song of Ice and Fire" is still a frequent visitor to the top of the best-selling lists on major charts.
After the award ceremony, Du Caige and Duan Xiaochen walked around Europe.
In fact, it wasn't just a stroll around doing nothing, he still did some serious business.
Everywhere he went, he would get in touch with local culture and celebrities, and at the same time find all opportunities, such as participating in talk shows, appearing on the scene of famous talk shows, to promote "Wulin".
Paris, London, Vienna, Milan, Berlin...all left footprints of him and Duan Xiaochen.
The effect of this wave of publicity is still good, and the box office, which was already showing a decline, has been slightly boosted.
Don't underestimate this "little boost".
This led to more than $10 million more in box office receipts per day in continental Europe than originally expected over the course of the following week.
In a week, it was nearly 100 million.
What makes Du Caige most happy is not that he has earned several hundred million more.
Of course it is nice to be able to make money.
But what makes him even more happy is that words such as "Dahua" and "Kung Fu" have become hot words in the European continent during this period.
Even though it was just a fad.
But this upsurge may make tens of thousands of people curious about the Great Huaguo, and then spontaneously learn about the Great Huaguo, and even learn Chinese.
Even if only one tenth of them can persevere, they will learn something and improve their understanding of Dahua.
That also planted thousands of friendly seeds towards Dahua in the European continent.
And if Du Caige can bring more martial arts movies, as well as the planned Tomb Raider movie universe, Xianxia movie universe, to these countries.
Let the traditional culture of Dahua stimulate their audio-visual and curiosity about Dahua culture again and again.
It will allow more and more people to change from indifference to understanding of everything in the Great Huaguo, and then become fond of it because of understanding.
So as to create a better external environment for Dahua.
Of course, even if all goes well, it will be a long, long time.
And that's just a goal in passing.
If it can be realized, of course it will be better.
If it can't be realized, Du Caige can accept it.
After all, the reason why he makes movies is because he likes them.
It's not for making money from movies, not to use movies to promote ideas, not to use movies to satirize and criticize...
Simply love it.
If you can use your favorite movies, do something for the country.
Of course he would.
If he can't, that's okay, because in the process of making the film, he has had the most fun.
After the trip to Europe, Du Caige took Duan Xiaochen to the Stars and Stripes.
Also for publicity.
Also by the way look at a few houses.
When Du Caige and Duan Xiaochen set foot in the Stars and Stripes, Shen Jinsongzheng and Liu Han were relatively silent.
The place was in the big bathroom of Liu Han's small house. Liu Han was under the shaggy head, facing the water flow, biting his lip, and kept wiping his body.
She scrubbed so hard that it was as if she was rubbing her skin.
After wiping, he took off the puffy head again, gritted his teeth and continued to rinse somewhere.
Shen Jinsong leaned against the door of the bathroom, his eyes were a little dim, and he wanted to open his mouth several times, but found that he had nothing to say.
Liu Han didn't turn off the nozzle until his skin became dehydrated and wrinkled, and dried his body carefully.
Then, naked like this, she walked out of the bathroom with her head held high.
As if she didn't see Shen Jinsong, she didn't change direction and didn't slow down.
If this continues, she will definitely bump into Shen Jinsong.
You might trip and fall.
Shen Jinsong's image was reflected in her eyes, but it was so empty.
When she approached, Shen Jinsong took two steps back.
Liu Han walked past him as if no one was around, and went back to the bedroom to put on a set of fluffy and light home clothes, which were blue and black silk with golden dots.
Elegant and noble.
Then she sat on the sofa, staring blankly, her eyes lost focus.
"Why?" After a while, she finally made a sound.
The voice was very soft, so soft that it seemed that he didn't intend to be heard at all, but was just talking to himself.
"Why?" she said again.
No volume was raised, no answer seemed to be expected at all.
After sitting for a while, she slowly got up, like a walking dead, or a puppet controlled by invisible strings, her movements were stiff and dull.
She went back to the bedroom, and came out some time later, holding a small velvet case in her hand.
She threw the box to Shen Jinsong, "You go."
Shen Jinsong hesitated for a moment, then opened the box.
His hands trembled involuntarily.
"You still keep it..." His voice was trembling, hoarse as if two rough stones were rubbing against each other.
He raised his voice: "What's the point of keeping it? You betrayed me first!"
"You betrayed me first!" He yelled hysterically, "Liu Han, you betrayed me first!"
It seems that shouting out like this makes him more confident, more righteous, and less...will not feel guilty.
Liu Han glanced at him blankly: "You are right, I betrayed you first. So, can you go?"
Shen Jinsong did not speak again.
At this time, he only felt deeply tired, and felt that everything he had done was meaningless.
"Or," Liu Han stood up, grinning at the corner of his mouth, showing a sneering smile, stretching out his hand and slowly lifting his clothes, "You also want to come to me once? Then come. Being bitten by a dog is also biting, and being bitten by two A dog bites is a bite, I don't care."
Shen Jinsong never took his eyes off the box.
He remembered that at that time, they had no money.
It's not just that they have no money, it can even be said that they have nothing.
But there is hope.
Because there is hope, there is pain as well as joy in their lives.
He remembered the momentary smile on her face when he put the ring on her ring finger.
She smiled flatteringly and innocently, as if all her mind was on him.
He is her whole world.
Of course, she knew very well that she was also his whole world.
"It's made of silver, and it's made of worthless glass. But don't worry, when you get rich in the future, I will give you a platinum ring inlaid with gemstones." Shen Jinsong still remembers that he said it seriously at that time.
And Liu Han nodded heavily, with tears in his eyes: "Well, I believe in you!"
Then they hugged each other and smiled childishly.
Shen Jinsong threw the box on the ground and said coldly: "Why keep this thing, you should have thrown it away long ago."
"Yeah, I should have thrown it away a long time ago." Liu Han's eyes were extremely empty.
Shen Jinsong felt his scalp tingle, and he raised his voice again, "Don't show such an expression, as if you are hurt, don't forget, you betrayed me first! You are the one who is sorry for me!"
"Yes, you're right. Can you go?"
Shen Jinsong took one last look at her and walked slowly towards the door.
On the lawn, he stood dizzy for a moment, then looked up at the blue sky without a cloud.
Leaving the air-conditioned room, the temperature immediately rose.
He felt fine beads of sweat ooze from his forehead.
It's okay, it's okay.
I didn't do anything wrong, she was the one who apologized to me first.
He looked back, all the windows of the house were closed, and no one was looking at him from behind the windows.
Originally, he planned to find a place to hide his name and live the life of a rich man if he could make a fortune this time.
And Donald can't live long, so at that time, Liu Han will be taken over.
They can also start over.
Find a small farm.
Raise some cattle and grow some corn.
Buy some big machinery and hire a few helpers.
During the day he worked in the fields, and she played the piano at home, listened to records, or wrote a few pieces of music.
He also prepares three meals for him.
At night, they hugged each other, neither intimacy nor alienation, just like all couples, watching TV.
Then she went to bed and he watched another ball game.
Then he tiptoed to bed.
Sometimes he would wake her up for a vigorous workout.
Sometimes he also fell asleep quietly.
When it's weekend, go to the next town to watch a movie, go shopping, and buy some clothes.
That seemed like a good life, too.
Feeling... maybe happy?
They used to have no money, so there was no way to be together.
And now that they all have money, they can always live a happy life, right?
But now it seems that this plan was destroyed by him before it even started.
This is also good, this is also good.
for her? not worth it.
She was just a woman who had betrayed him.
She was already someone else's wife.
fair enough.
He stumbled and walked out to the road.
Someone passed by him, looking at him strangely.
Why are you looking at me like that? Is there a flower on my face?
He raised his hand and touched his face.
Wet and cold.
Is it sweat?
It must be sweat.
I can't go back.
I already knew I couldn't go back.
But these years... I have done so much all these years, for what?
He looked at his hands blankly.
Ten years of struggle, ten years of struggle.
Ten years have passed, and looking up...
Why am I still going around at the origin?
After all these years, what the hell have I got?
What did I get in exchange for ten years...
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