In less than a minute, an Ruixin and Wen Zhengrong soon caught up with Feng Zhicheng who was walking in front of them.

After taking a picture on the red carpet with the director, several leading actors introduced the scene according to the staff's point.

At the moment of sitting down, an Ruixin was slightly relieved, and her move was just seen by Wen Zhengrong.

Wen Zhengrong was stunned. After reaction, he said with a smile, "are you nervous?"

"Not bad." An Ruixin looked at Wen Zhengrong and asked with a smile, "Wen Yingdi has participated in so many film festivals. Do you still feel nervous?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or the lie?"

An Ruixin is surprised that Wen Zhengrong can also joke, but it can't be denied that because of his joke, the nervous tension is a little relaxed.

"Naturally, I want to hear the truth."

"The truth is, I'm nervous." Wen Zhengrong turned his head and looked at the crowded hall where the actors and directors came in one after another. His eyes were very deep.

"Even though I have participated in such a film festival many times and even won a similar award, I will still be nervous to attend such a film festival. For me, every time I participate in a film festival, it's a fight. I don't like losing, and I don't like losing to people who make me unconvinced. "

An Ruixin heard a rare echo: "this, I and Wen Yingdi's idea is almost the same. But sometimes it's really hard to say. It can only be said that nine points of effort depends on one point of luck. When two people's efforts are almost the same, the highlight is almost the same, depending on the outcome may be in that point of luck. At that time, there is nothing to complain about. "

Wen Zhengrong heard an Ruixin's words, subconsciously turned his head and gave her a deep look: "you are very good, no matter what other people say, we are very clear about this cooperation with you, there is no doubt."

An Ruixin was stunned. She met Wen Zhengrong's serious eyes, but she laughed: "thank you, I don't feel so nervous now."

Wen Zhengrong's face became soft because of an Ruixin's words. After that, they seldom talked together. Occasionally, when they talked about the same topic with each other, they would talk a little.

Fortunately, it's too late for them to enter the hall. Soon, all the people in the hall have arrived, and the award ceremony has almost started.

Two famous hosts from Y country presided over the award ceremony. They gave a brief welcome to the guests and made a speech, which heated up the atmosphere of the scene and started the award ceremony.

Generally speaking, the more important the awards are, the more important they are.

After a series of awards such as best score, best script, best male and best female, we finally came to the best picture competition.

There are ten best picture candidates in total. The wonderful selections of the ten films are shown on the big screen circularly, and the elegy of the Chu and Han Dynasties is the last one to appear.

And before a few films are almost a flash, but let the crew's heart all up.

"Next, let's unveil the film that won the best picture in this International Film Festival, which is..."

All the ten groups of the ten films under the stage are holding their breath, waiting for the final trial of the host.

"It's the clarion call! Congratulations to director XXX of M country for this award. "