I didn’t see her on the first day and missed her.

I didn't see her the next day and missed her very much.

The calm days always pass extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, three days have passed, and the Cannes Film Festival is almost over.

On this somewhat melancholy night, Lyman couldn't help but make a phone call to Eva Green.

She returned home the day before yesterday and has not returned yet.

"Hey, where are you?" He asked a stupid question as soon as he opened his mouth.

"At home?"

"What's the matter with you?"

"It's nothing."

"Then... why don't you come over?"

"Do you miss me?" Eva Green looked very excited and let out a laugh like a silver bell.

"No, I can't write the characters in the new script without you. After all, I have to try my best to match your temperament. How soon will you come over?"

Ha, man.

This is Lehmann's only remaining pride.

"Don't worry, my sister is pestering me. I can't get rid of her." In Eva Green's bedroom, she was lying on the bed and said sideways. Thinking about this, her two long legs were intertwined unconsciously.

He was obviously very troubled.

Alas, ever since she heard that Tom Cruise was coming here to attend an event, she had always wanted to meet him.

Although there may be a chance to meet, Eva obviously doesn't want to do it. She is afraid of trouble.

"Why is she pestering you?"

"Nothing. Oh, by the way, the film festival ends the day after tomorrow. Do you think we can win any heavyweight awards?"

The topic changed very abruptly, but Lyman didn't realize it.

"I'm sure I'll win the award, but I don't know if I can win the Palme d'Or (this award is equivalent to the Best Picture Award, and it's also the highest-honored award at Cannes every year. ps: This year, South Korea's "Parasite" won the award.)

"

"But it's not your fault to win the award, and you didn't apply for Best Actress." Lyman muttered.

"Oh, that's not important." After saying this, Eva Green was still a little frustrated. As an actor, it would be nice to get an award that affirms her performance, and why wouldn't she want it?

"Then when can you come over?" Lyman got down to business again.

"Let me think about it..." Eva Green pretended, then "hummed" for a while, then smiled and said: "I can just get up early tomorrow."

...

The next day, I came really early.

Lyman opened the door, looked at the misty blue sky outside, and then glanced at Eva, who was standing pretty at the door, wearing a light gray gown, and quickly welcomed her in.

"What time is it?"

"Five o'clock. I got up at three o'clock and asked a friend to send me here." Eva said seriously.

Both of them looked tired, one didn't wake up and the other didn't sleep.

They took off their coats and lay on the big bed, cuddling each other, and fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, it was already afternoon.

In fact, Lyman woke up midway, but seeing how tired she was, he didn't want to disturb her.

After a simple wash, the two went out to get something to eat.

Everything about Cannes is good, but the food needs to be a little better.

If the food is good, it will be quite suitable to live.

It's a pity that Lehmann is still very young and has a heart for working hard for his career, so he doesn't want to settle down and retire so soon.

Walk forward along the coastal road.

Looking at the beach bay on the right, enjoying the gentle sea breeze blowing against their cheeks with a touch of tide, the two chatted and arrived at Menardier Street.

It's not too far from the Movie Palace, and it's also a main road connecting the left and right.

The popularity is strong, the atmosphere is good, and it is very lively. Of course, it is also because of the film festival held during this period that it looks like this.

Lyman is wearing sunglasses.

There was nothing he could do about it. When walking on the road, people kept recognizing him and saying hello to him. He found it troublesome and learned this little trick to hide himself.

Came to an afternoon tea restaurant.

Following the menu, I ordered a few of the store's signature desserts and two seafood platters. For drinks, Lyman ordered coffee and Eva Green chose milk tea.

After a while, the seafood platter arrived first.

"Try it and see how it tastes?"

"Haven't you been here?"

"Well, Ryan said this store tastes good and recommended it to me."

Eva cut off a small piece of lobster meat, put it into her mouth with a fork, chewed it a few times, and then commented: "It tastes really good."

"That's good, I'll start too."

Lyman said, picked up the knife and fork and started to enjoy...

Not long after, several desserts were brought up one by one by the waiter.

Lyman was not particularly interested in these.

Because the French generally love sweet foods and have a high tolerance for sweetness, every dessert is sweet to the throat.

At this moment, Lyman frowned at a small plate of Napoleon cake that looked quite exquisite and had a very impressive name.

Especially after taking a bite, the sweetness was several levels higher than the usual desserts, and I immediately didn’t want to eat it at all.

This is much sweeter than macarons and Opera, and it also makes Lyman even more indifferent.

And even though the name is scary, like Napoleon or something, come on, it’s just an ordinary butter cake with a thin layer of meringue and light cream inside.

The pastry also crumbles when touched...

Lyman completely gave up the intention of eating it and glanced up at Eva. This girl was almost like an ordinary French girl. She was leisurely spreading various jams or some small cheeses on the dessert and eating it.

Very happy...it's so sweet.

No wonder French girls tend to gain weight when they reach middle age. Can they not gain weight if they eat these every day?

After eating, the two continued to do nothing.

I also walked around Menardier Street, but I also felt bored.

To be honest, there is nothing interesting in Cannes. If it weren’t for the Cannes Film Festival that attracts some popularity every year, it wouldn’t be very lively.

In addition to staying at home, locals also like to hang out on the beaches along the bay line.

Actually, this is not a big place, only about 20 square kilometers...

After wandering around for a while, it was night.

The two of them got home and took a shower.

It was very late, maybe 9 o'clock, maybe 10 o'clock, but it was pretty quiet outside anyway.

In the bedroom, the headlights were not turned on, and the small table lamp above the bed shone with an orange halo, casting a faint shadow on the white wall.

Eva was sitting cross-legged on the bed, as was Lyman, who was leaning against the head of the bed.

Well, the atmosphere is just right, it feels like a storm is about to come and the building is full of excitement.

"Are you sleeping?" Eva suddenly asked.

This is like a signal turning on.

She opened the quilt and crawled into bed.

Maybe it was because they hadn't seen each other for a few days, so Lyman became uneasy.

Looking back at her, his little head turned to one side.

What is she thinking about now? Unfounded doubts occupy Lyman's brain.

"I fell asleep too."
Chapter completed!