Chapter 48

So handsome? This was Tu Jingwei's first thought. Her second thought was that coming here was the right choice.

Tu Jingwei followed Chen Nuo into the complex, walked to the innermost unit, and entered the elevator. As the elevator slowly ascended, Tu Jingwei couldn't suppress her journalist's curiosity and took the initiative to ask, "Chen Nuo, may I address you by your name directly?"

"You may."

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

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

"So you're only 18 right now, very young. I heard this seems to be your first time filming a movie, and you won an award? Is this rumor correct?"

"Yeah, that's about right."

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

"No."

Tu Jingwei exclaimed, "Wow."

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

The elevator door slowly opened. What appeared before Tu Jingwei's eyes was not the corridor she had expected, but a spacious living room with an area of at least over a hundred square meters. Inside the room, the walls and pillars were cleverly decorated with Roman columns and floral walls, exuding a rich European style. 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 hadn't expected to see such a house in such a small city. For a moment, she couldn't help but ask a particularly unprofessional question: "This is your home?"

"Yeah, my dad likes to grow flowers, so we bought two floors back then. Please feel free to sit. I'll pour you some tea."

Tu Jingwei sat on the soft leather sofa, holding a cup of fragrant Emei Zhuyeqing tea. She took a small sip, and the fatigue of the journey seemed to dissipate.

Out of a journalist's instinct, Tu Jingwei asked, "Your house is so big, didn't you hire a nanny?"

Chen Nuo nodded and said, "No. But we have a part-time auntie who comes to clean a few times a week. It's mainly my mom; she doesn't really like hiring nannies."

Tu Jingwei said, "What does your mother like to do in her spare time? Does she have a big influence on you?"

Chen Nuo said truthfully, "She likes to play mahjong, and she doesn't have much influence on me."

Tu Jingwei felt slightly awkward. She exchanged glances with the others in the team and said, "Chen Nuo, the thing is, we came here to do an in-depth report on you, which will take about three days. Now, let me introduce our..."

Chen Nuo was startled by this woman. *Moving so fast, afraid I'll react, huh? *

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

Tu Jingwei smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, we came from Beijing, and the journey 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 exactly do you have to do?"

Chen Nuo remembered that two days ago, Chen Kexin had asked him on the phone to help promote something recently, so he said, "I'm going to Shanghai to film Director Chen Kexin's new movie..."

The cameraman and lighting technician found their positions, Tu Jingwei nodded, and the interview officially began with this 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 deviated from her expectations.

This boy was neither a spoiled rich kid nor a talented or hardworking genius actor. He seemed to be just an ordinary boy next door, a child from the neighborhood of ordinary people. He wasn't that diligent, nor was he arrogant; he was just an ordinary person. It just so happened that he was a bit better-looking and possessed some talent for acting, so he stumbled into the film industry and then shocked the world.

Moreover, he had an indescribable sense of maturity. It wasn't the feeling of being old beyond his years, but rather like a big boy who still had a childlike heart, or perhaps an adult male who carried a sense of innocence and naivety.

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

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

"No."

"Why?"

Chen Nuo smiled: "I hope everyone will find the answer to this question in the movie later. Everyone can go to the cinema... oh, our movie doesn't seem to be showing domestically, which is a pity."

Tu Jingwei immediately realized what the other party was trying to do. However, based on the good impression she had, 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 journalist improved quite a bit.

That's right, since he was doing an interview, he certainly wouldn't let it go to waste. He wanted to take the opportunity to help Zhang Yi. After all, whether a film is shown 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 goals." Tu Jingwei smiled, "After winning the Silver Bear, do you have any new goals?"

"Study, 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 dying in the hospital, I heard it clearly. *

Chen Nuo smiled: "Because I'm an ordinary person too."

Tu Jingwei smiled, "Then besides studying and falling in love, do you want to strive for some 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 US. To him, Hollywood was much more familiar than the film studio base.

What Oscars? They call it a selection, but it's just a bunch of seventy- or eighty-year-old grandmas and grandpas from the Film Association taking the opportunity to rake in money and gifts every year. The selection process is all a black box.

The Harvey Weinstein sexual assault case had caused such a huge stir in America, and Chen Nuo knew it clearly.

The Oscars were 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 Oscars, he couldn't help but smile and say: "If there's a chance, I can give it a try."

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

"What am I afraid of?"

"Don't you think this goal is a bit distant?"

Two days later, when Tu Jingwei stepped onto the plane back to Beijing, she sat by the cabin window, looking at the reflection in the glass. In a daze, she seemed to see the boy's smile again and heard his answer, which sounded like it was a matter of course:

"But I'm not in a hurry."

(End of chapter)