Ang Lee, wearing a black suit and gray tie, held an envelope, walked slowly to the microphone in front of the stage with a smile and said with a smile:

"Thank you very much for coming here again. I am very honored that I have met many outstanding new friends and colleagues here... In fact, in my opinion, the directors are all very lucky. We are people who can weave our dreams into reality. It took me more than ten years to get the opportunity to direct the movie and come to the stage of the Golden Horse Awards. But there are many talented directors in the Chinese world. They have now stood in the center of the stage. I envy them from the bottom of my heart, respect them, and love them because they have brought us the best dreams of the year, and the best directors are shortlisted..."

When Ang Lee said "many talented young directors", the camera swept over the five finalists and saw that they all smiled calmly, but the close-ups of Li Xiaole were the most.

In the magnificent symphony, the big screen on the stage, on the big screen that tens of millions of Chinese people are paying attention to, with the introduction of "Du Qifeng of "The Big Event", the scene has switched to the scene in the movie, and on the other side, the storyboard is on the other side, the focus is on the five directors on the scene. Every time a name is read, the actors on the scene will spontaneously applaud.

"Wang Jiawei in 46." "Lu Chuan in "Koke Xili"." "Er Dongsheng in "Mong Kok Night"" "Li Xiaole in "Let the Bullets Fly"" When Li Xiaole was introduced, the applause suddenly became louder, and Li Xiaole on the screen smiled at the camera.

"Hehe!" Ge You and Jiang Wen sat beside him and pinched his shoulders tightly to express their support. Jiang Wen raised his hands and clapped his palms hard, and said excitedly in Li Xiaole's ear: "I have won this award. Director Li, you must take it, you must take it."

Li Xiaole looked at the stage screen, looked at the Liu Dehua and Liang Chaowen around him, and then he could applaud and cast respectful gazes. He held the seat handle nervously, listened to the applause and the laughter around him, and he couldn't hear clearly what those people were calling.

Time seems to have slowed down... Although Li Xiaole has fantasized about this scene countless times, one day his dream finally became reality. He and Wang Jiawei and Du Qifeng, the legendary directors he once admired and loved appeared on the storyboard together. The drum beats that were about to be announced roared and hit every nerve of his nerves. He felt his breathing stop.

Pictures flashed through my mind, and I fell from the air cushion bed below, on the blackboard of Dankuo University, the fishy desk at the company at first, the posters on the noisy talent market of the Seoul Broadcasting Bureau, Buddha statues in the old brick and tile factory in Chongqing, muddy training ground in the field military region, Zhongying editing room... The big screen of the cinema, here...

Looking at Lei Ting, Jiang Wen, Ge You, and Ang Lee in the distance... The noisy scene seemed extremely quiet. He could not hear any sound, but only saw a nervous and expectant smile... And He Zhiyuan, who must be looking at the computer now, his parents, Xu Zhen, Wang Baoqiang, Han Sanpin and other brothers, friends, partners, and fans who support him...

Li Xiaole suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, showing a satisfied smile, stretched out his palm and waved to the camera, making a mouth shape: "Are you all here? I'm here."

Dream... It's so close, the golden horse galloping on the trophy seemed to roar at him, roaring at him. This is a glory. As the most noble medal in Chinese movies, he wanted that trophy~ for everyone to see. Li Xiaole finally turned the illusory daydream of childhood into reality. The glory of dreams shines on him and shines on everyone around him~

He sat here not for competition, not to overwhelm anyone, but to let the people around him share his joy.

"Don't be nervous... Even if you don't win the award, you are the best one." Lei Ting stretched out her cold hands and gently squeezed his arm. Her charming eyes were full of determination. Jiang Wen and Ge You both pinched their hands together and could no longer keep their smiles. She said to herself: "It's going to be announced...it's going to be announced..."

Zhao Fei, Xu Zhen and Huang Jianxing next to him also held their breath and stopped their hands gradually, while Lin Zhiling at the corner of the stage kept looking here and used her fists to make a gesture of "Come on, Director Li".

The applause in the hall stopped, and the guests were waiting for the name, brewing a louder sound; Ang Lee on the stage slowly opened the white envelope inlaid with the golden horse pattern, and everyone was looking at him quietly. The Hong Kong films on the other side also seemed extremely nervous. Liu Dehua, Liang Chaowen, Du Wenze, Wu Yan Group, and Ge Minghui, each of whom had their own support objects at this time, and they all had the supreme pride of the golden generation of Hong Kong films. At this moment, the three words Li Xiaole were the ones they least wanted to hear.

"Li Xiaole, Li Xiaole..." At the desk of Zhang's agency, Ha Ji-won prayed with his hands clasped, and Lee Da-hai also silently chanted his lips. Zhao Xianzai, Huang Shumin, and Zhang Da-min stared at the screen without moving.

In the mainland, Taiwan, Hong Kong, and even Southeast Asia, countless fans support their candidates on the computer and TV screen, Li Fengkuan, Wang Jiawei, and Du Qifeng. These names echoed in the hearts of countless people at the same time.

In the office building of Samsung Group, Yoon Enxin bit her fist nervously in front of the computer and murmured: "Young brother must win..."

Kelly Scott, who was far away in London, was drinking beer in a bar with a few Chinese student friends, holding a laptop and gritting his teeth: "Damn bastard, if you win the award, come out of your Asian circle as soon as possible~!"

In the computer classroom of the Central Academy of Drama, Zhang Mo, Rong Yingying, and more than a dozen classmates leaned forward, surrounded by several movie screens, and jumped up excitedly at any time.

Shen Yinhe, Li Rongpyo, Li Junji and others were also holding their breaths nervously in different places;

"The winner of the 41st Golden Horse Awards Best Director selected by the jury is..." Ang Lee looked at the envelope and the TV screen was divided into 5 squares, and the nominees seemed to have a calm look of waiting.

Ang Lee raised his head, and he looked at the guests below with a smile, his lips chanting.

"Li Xiaole~~! "Let the Bullets Fly"~~~~!!"

"Wow wow wow wow wow wow!" The crazy shouts of applause that exceeded the volume of tonight suddenly burst out, like the vast ocean shaking the highest waves. Many guests around Li Xiaole stood up with a smile, applauding with all their might, sending blessings to the 22-year-old mainland director:

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"Thank you very much for coming here again. I am very honored that I have met many outstanding new friends and colleagues here... In fact, in my opinion, the directors are all very lucky. We are people who can weave our dreams into reality. It took me more than ten years to get the opportunity to direct the movie and come to the stage of the Golden Horse Awards. But there are many talented directors in the Chinese world. They have now stood in the center of the stage. I envy them from the bottom of my heart, respect them, and love them because they have brought us the best dreams of the year, and the best directors are shortlisted..."

When Ang Lee said "many talented young directors", the camera swept over the five finalists and saw that they all smiled calmly, but the close-ups of Li Xiaole were the most.

In the magnificent symphony, the big screen on the stage, on the big screen that tens of millions of Chinese people are paying attention to, with the introduction of "Du Qifeng of "The Big Event", the scene has switched to the scene in the movie, and on the other side, the storyboard is on the other side, the focus is on the five directors on the scene. Every time a name is read, the actors on the scene will spontaneously applaud.

"Wang Jiawei in 46." "Lu Chuan in "Koke Xili"." "Er Dongsheng in "Mong Kok Night"" "Li Xiaole in "Let the Bullets Fly"" When Li Xiaole was introduced, the applause suddenly became louder, and Li Xiaole on the screen smiled at the camera.

"Hehe!" Ge You and Jiang Wen sat beside him and pinched his shoulders tightly to express their support. Jiang Wen raised his hands and clapped his palms hard, and said excitedly in Li Xiaole's ear: "I have won this award. Director Li, you must take it, you must take it."

Li Xiaole looked at the stage screen, looked at the Liu Dehua and Liang Chaowen around him, and then he could applaud and cast respectful gazes. He held the seat handle nervously, listened to the applause and the laughter around him, and he couldn't hear clearly what those people were calling.

Time seems to have slowed down... Although Li Xiaole has fantasized about this scene countless times, one day his dream finally became reality. He and Wang Jiawei and Du Qifeng, the legendary directors he once admired and loved appeared on the storyboard together. The drum beats that were about to be announced roared and hit every nerve of his nerves. He felt his breathing stop.

Pictures flashed through my mind, and I fell from the air cushion bed below, on the blackboard of Dankuo University, the fishy desk at the company at first, the posters on the noisy talent market of the Seoul Broadcasting Bureau, Buddha statues in the old brick and tile factory in Chongqing, muddy training ground in the field military region, Zhongying editing room... The big screen of the cinema, here...

Looking at Lei Ting, Jiang Wen, Ge You, and Ang Lee in the distance... The noisy scene seemed extremely quiet. He could not hear any sound, but only saw a nervous and expectant smile... And He Zhiyuan, who must be looking at the computer now, his parents, Xu Zhen, Wang Baoqiang, Han Sanpin and other brothers, friends, partners, and fans who support him...

Li Xiaole suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, showing a satisfied smile, stretched out his palm and waved to the camera, making a mouth shape: "Are you all here? I'm here."

Dream... It's so close, the golden horse galloping on the trophy seemed to roar at him, roaring at him. This is a glory. As the most noble medal in Chinese movies, he wanted that trophy~ for everyone to see. Li Xiaole finally turned the illusory daydream of childhood into reality. The glory of dreams shines on him and shines on everyone around him~

He sat here not for competition, not to overwhelm anyone, but to let the people around him share his joy.

"Don't be nervous... Even if you don't win the award, you are the best one." Lei Ting stretched out her cold hands and gently squeezed his arm. Her charming eyes were full of determination. Jiang Wen and Ge You both pinched their hands together and could no longer keep their smiles. She said to herself: "It's going to be announced...it's going to be announced..."

Zhao Fei, Xu Zhen and Huang Jianxing next to him also held their breath and stopped their hands gradually, while Lin Zhiling at the corner of the stage kept looking here and used her fists to make a gesture of "Come on, Director Li".

The applause in the hall stopped, and the guests were waiting for the name, brewing a louder sound; Ang Lee on the stage slowly opened the white envelope inlaid with the golden horse pattern, and everyone was looking at him quietly. The Hong Kong films on the other side also seemed extremely nervous. Liu Dehua, Liang Chaowen, Du Wenze, Wu Yan Group, and Ge Minghui, each of whom had their own support objects at this time, and they all had the supreme pride of the golden generation of Hong Kong films. At this moment, the three words Li Xiaole were the ones they least wanted to hear.

"Li Xiaole, Li Xiaole..." At the desk of Zhang's agency, Ha Ji-won prayed with his hands clasped, and Lee Da-hai also silently chanted his lips. Zhao Xianzai, Huang Shumin, and Zhang Da-min stared at the screen without moving.

In the mainland, Taiwan, Hong Kong, and even Southeast Asia, countless fans support their candidates on the computer and TV screen, Li Fengkuan, Wang Jiawei, and Du Qifeng. These names echoed in the hearts of countless people at the same time.

In the office building of Samsung Group, Yoon Enxin bit her fist nervously in front of the computer and murmured: "Young brother must win..."

Kelly Scott, who was far away in London, was drinking beer in a bar with a few Chinese student friends, holding a laptop and gritting his teeth: "Damn bastard, if you win the award, come out of your Asian circle as soon as possible~!"

In the computer classroom of the Central Academy of Drama, Zhang Mo, Rong Yingying, and more than a dozen classmates leaned forward, surrounded by several movie screens, and jumped up excitedly at any time.

Shen Yinhe, Li Rongpyo, Li Junji and others were also holding their breaths nervously in different places;

"The winner of the 41st Golden Horse Awards Best Director selected by the jury is..." Ang Lee looked at the envelope and the TV screen was divided into 5 squares, and the nominees seemed to have a calm look of waiting.

Ang Lee raised his head, and he looked at the guests below with a smile, his lips chanting.

"Li Xiaole~~! "Let the Bullets Fly"~~~~!!"

"Wow wow wow wow wow wow!" The crazy shouts of applause that exceeded the volume of tonight suddenly burst out, like the vast ocean shaking the highest waves. Many guests around Li Xiaole stood up with a smile, applauding with all their might, sending blessings to the 22-year-old mainland director:

"Director Lee, congratulations!", "Wow~ Director Lee, it's really incredible", "You made a good movie, congratulations."

Liang Chaowen shook his head and looked at Wang Jiawei, who was wearing sunglasses from a distance without expression. Huang Qiusheng asked something dissatisfiedly to the side. Zhang Ziyi was a little confused, so she gave a pity to the Hong Kong colleagues around her. Wu Yan's group applauded mechanically like a dazed person, unable to understand what was going on?
Chapter completed!