Chapter 48: I'm Not in a Hurry

So handsome? This was Tu Jingwei's first thought, and her second was that she had come to the right place.

Tu Jingwei followed Chen Nuo into the residential complex, walked to the unit at the very back, and entered the elevator. As the elevator slowly ascended, Tu Jingwei could not suppress her reporter's curiosity and took the initiative to ask, "Chen Nuo, is it alright if I address you by your name directly?"

"It is."

"Great, thank you. So, Chen Nuo, how old are you this year?"

"I'll be turning 19 in a couple of days."

"Which means you're only 18 right now—very young. I heard this was your first time filming a movie, and you won an award? Is that rumor correct?"

"Mm, that's about right."

"You haven't filmed any other works before? Like music videos or commercials?"

"No."

Tu Jingwei exclaimed, "Wow."

Chen Nuo smiled and said, "Alright, we're here. Please, come in."

The elevator doors slowly opened, and what appeared before Tu Jingwei was not the hallway she had expected, but a spacious living room, at least over one hundred square meters in size. Inside the room, the walls and pillars were cleverly decorated with Roman columns and floral walls, exuding a rich European flair. Even more astonishing was a row of 270-degree panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a view of the entire city.

Although Tu Jingwei had seen much of the world, she had never imagined she would see a house like this in such a small city. For a moment, she couldn't help but ask a particularly unprofessional question: "This is your home?"

"Yes. My dad likes growing flowers, so he bought two floors back then. Please, sit wherever you like. I'll pour you some tea."

Tu Jingwei sat on the soft leather sofa, holding a cup of fragrant Emei Bamboo Leaf Green tea. She took a light sip, and the fatigue of her journey seemed to dissipate along with it.

Out of a reporter's instinct, Tu Jingwei asked, "Your house is so big, don't you have a nanny?"

Chen Nuo nodded and said, "No. But there is a part-time lady who comes to clean a few times a week. It's mostly my mom; she doesn't really like having a nanny."

Tu Jingwei asked, "What does your mother usually like to do? Does she have a big influence on you?"

Chen Nuo answered truthfully, "She usually likes playing mahjong; she doesn't have much influence on me."

Tu Jingwei felt slightly awkward. She exchanged glances with the others in her team and said, "Chen Nuo, it's like this: we came here to do an in-depth report on you, which will take about three days. Let me introduce our team to you now..."

Chen Nuo was startled by this woman. *Three days so quickly? Are you afraid I'll realize what's going on?*

"Wait a second." He quickly interrupted, saying, "My agent told me you were only coming to interview me for one day."

Tu Jingwei smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, we came all the way from Jingcheng; the trip alone took a day. Do you think it's appropriate for us to interview you for a few hours and then head back?"

Chen Nuo shook his head and said, "Two days at most, then I have things to do."

"May I ask what specifically you have to do?"

Chen Nuo remembered that two days ago, Chen Kexin had asked him over the phone to help with promotion in the near future, so he said, "I'm going to Shanghai to film Director Chen Kexin's new movie..."

The cameraman and lighting technician had found their positions by then. Tu Jingwei nodded to signal them, and the interview officially began with that question.

Tu Jingwei tried hard to control the rhythm of the conversation, but she found herself becoming extremely interested in this boy named Chen Nuo during the talk.

Because he had once again defied her expectations.

This boy was neither a spoiled rich kid nor a talented or fiercely ambitious genius actor; he seemed like an ordinary boy next door, a child from the world of common folk. He wasn't that diligent, nor was he arrogant; he was just an ordinary person. It was just that he happened to be better looking and possessed some acting talent, so he had stumbled blindly into the film industry and subsequently shocked the world.

Moreover, he had an indescribable sense of maturity. It wasn't the feeling of a child acting like an adult; it was more like a big boy who still retained his childlike innocence, or perhaps an adult male who carried both childishness and naivety.

"So, when Director Zhang Yi had already decided to cast you, you yourself didn't actually know how to film a movie?" "Yes. Actually, I still don't really know now."

"Why? Logically, you've already won Best Actor; you should have your own understanding, shouldn't you?"

"No."

"Why?"

Chen Nuo smiled: "I hope everyone can find the answer to that question in the movie later. Everyone can go to the cinema... oh, it seems our movie isn't being released domestically. That's a pity."

Tu Jingwei immediately realized what the other party was trying to do. However, based on the good impression she had formed, she was willing to lend him a hand.

"Such an excellent film, I believe the relevant departments can see it too. Perhaps one day we will be able to see it in theaters."

Chen Nuo's impression of this female reporter improved significantly.

That's right, since he was doing an interview, he certainly didn't want to be interviewed for nothing. He wanted to take the opportunity to help Zhang Yi. After all, whether a film is released in domestic theaters is the dividing line between being famous and not famous for any director or actor.

"Thank you, I'll take your word for it."

"Next, let's talk about your goals." Tu Jingwei smiled, "After winning the Silver Bear, do you have any new goals?"

"Study, read books, and fall in love."

Tu Jingwei was surprised: "Fall in love? Why?"

"Why what?"

"I mean, from what I understand, it seems that boys and girls in the entertainment industry, especially young ones like you, are unwilling to talk about this because they are afraid of affecting their fan base."

"Oh, I'm not afraid."

"Why?"

Because I don't want to have any fans at all. In my past life, I was killed by fans. When I was on my deathbed in the hospital, I heard it clearly.

Chen Nuo smiled: "Because I am also an ordinary person."

Tu Jingwei smiled, "Then, besides going to school and falling in love, do you want to strive for other, higher awards, like an Oscar?"

Chen Nuo laughed.

He didn't think the Oscars were anything special. He didn't understand the Chinese entertainment industry, but he knew about Hollywood. Because Pan Chengrong had settled in the United States, he had also spent years in the U.S. Hollywood was much more familiar to him than Hengdian.

As for the Oscars, they were called an awards ceremony, but they were just a bunch of octogenarian old ladies and grandpas from the Film Academy using the opportunity every year to rake in money and gifts. The selection process was entirely a black box.

The Harvey Weinstein sexual assault case had caused such a huge stir in America back then, and Chen Nuo knew it all too well.

The Oscars had been treated as a private backyard by that sex offender, and since then, they had lost all sanctity.

Now that Tu Jingwei was bringing up the topic of the Oscars, he couldn't help but laugh: "If there's a chance, I can give it a try."

Tu Jingwei also laughed along: "We all know that it's very difficult for Chinese actors to win an Oscar. Aren't you afraid?"

"What would I be afraid of?"

"Don't you think this goal is a bit far-fetched?"

Two days later, when Tu Jingwei stepped onto the plane back to Jingcheng, she sat by the cabin window, looking at the reflection in the glass. In a trance, she seemed to see that young man smiling again, and heard his answer, which sounded like it was a matter of course:

"But I'm not in a hurry."

(End of chapter)