But she walked fast alone while others were still leisurely moving forward. After all, this was the Cannes red carpet, and unless you linger for about twenty minutes, no one would mind. She stood alone here, neither acting eccentric nor showing impatience, just calmly watching the people behind.
Bo Yan noticed her, and after a short while, walked over too. He walked side by side with Xia Siyu, with a fist’s distance between them, their expressions clear and bright. It’s rare to walk the red carpet this way, even the dia present found it novel, giving them a few extra shots.
Originally, foreigners have a bit of face blindness when looking at Asians, just like so people see Caucasians and Africans as all looking the sa. Although they can’t tell who’s who, they can still see who’s attractive, who’s well-built, and who carries themselves well. Handso n and beautiful won have an advantage standing together, plus the attire is also beautiful. Blending Chinese-style and Western elents satisfied both aesthetic sides, attracting nurous photographers at once.
The most remarkable thing is that despite the cara attention, these two remained unfazed, one lazily like a cat, the other gracefully poised, naturally elegant. Fei’er was also leisurely walking below, saw the caras shooting them, and hurried a couple of steps forward. With three people together, the effect was more pronounced. Seeing her approach, Xia Siyu and Bo Yan rely smiled faintly, their expressions perfectly asured, and the three had significant tacit understanding without striking excessive poses, instead drawing more attention.
All three leads were walking at the front, and soon Wang Ju and the others caught up, joking, "Why are you walking so fast?"
Xia Siyu retorted, "It’s just this short stretch of road..."
A distance of a few dozen ters, yet taking twenty minutes to cover is quite skillful. When she previously attended Cannes, she would turn around twice, finishing in at most five minutes. Foreign dia, unfamiliar with you, would snap photos, but who knows what they’re capturing.
After finishing, they even entered about the sa ti as that Arican actress at the front. Between finishing the red carpet and the official opening, there was a bit of ti, with a relaxation area and several exhibition halls within the venue. With so ti to spare, Xia Siyu and Bo Yan took a stroll inside the Palais des Festivals, viewing the exhibits. They were particularly drawn to the display listing award-winning personnel for each year. These listed nas from different countries and eras were all extraordinarily talented individuals.
To make films, to make good films, one must not abandon the pursuit, must study diligently, strictly self-regulate. Yet the path of acting is equally fraught with challenges. Sotis, doing well doesn’t guarantee an award, but once one gives up hope, there will never again be the courage to reach the pinnacle.
Xia Siyu’s expression along the way showed not only reverence but also lofty aspirations.
"It seems we have a lot of areas to work hard on."
Bo Yan nodded, "Of course."
Finally, the award ceremony began. Since it was held in France, the hosts and award presenters naturally spoke in French, with French and English subtitles below. Xia Siyu and Bo Yan had no problem, although Shang Feifei didn’t understand French and wasn’t particularly proficient in English, she could manage to follow. Not comprehending wouldn’t matter much; the quality of "Storm" was indeed more about participating, with many nominations but no wins.
Finally, it reached the stage for awarding the Best Supporting Actress.
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