Disaster Artist

The Disaster Artist

Drowsy, half dreaming, Lu Qian just felt back pain, rubbed his eyes, barely opened, but the swollen eyelids were as heavy as a thousand catties, and the hazy shadow in front of him seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, as if no matter how much he slept. Can't wake up, obviously just woke up but feel tired.

Squeak.

Accompanied by the movement of the body, painful sounds came from the sofa below, and the sound of dying as if it might fall apart in the next second; propping up the sofa to sit upright, barely standing up, but it was spinning for a while, and the drowsy head was simply A pot of boiled rice paste.

Standing unsteadily on the spot, he could vaguely see some light coming in through the curtains, and the whole room was filled with a light blue, and he looked around the room in front of him dimly—

Narrow, old, dirty, and mildew tenaciously climbed and spread along the water pipes in the corner, filled with a slightly damp and rotten atmosphere.

Then, the editing equipment on the desk in front of him came into view, and he subconsciously stepped forward, turned on the screen, and could see the busy short film—

"A joke, Lu Qian."

Slightly stunned, Lu Qian's drowsy brain slowly came to life:

Cannes Film Festival Short Film Section.

Oops!

My memory is gradually clear. Today is the deadline for the short film section of the Cannes Film Festival, and the submission must be submitted before twelve o'clock local time in France.

In the past few days, he has been working overtime to complete the post-production, and finally completed all the work in the early morning. He tried his best to support his body and complete the registration in one go, but he didn't sleep for three days and three nights, and his eyes could hardly be opened. After editing, I fell asleep directly.

I glanced at the time on the display screen, nine thirty-thirteen—

Fortunately, the local time in France is only past three o'clock in the morning, so there is still plenty of time before the deadline for registration.

Thinking of this, Lu Qian quickly rubbed his cheeks, took a deep breath, and woke himself up again. Then he immediately sat in front of the computer and got busy with concentration. And started working again.

done, upload—

"uploading…"

Staring at the progress bar on the screen, my mood jumped up little by little, a little apprehensive, a little anticipation, a little panic and a little joy.

Although it is not sure whether I can be shortlisted, just signing up has already taken a very, very important step, which means that my work will appear in front of the Cannes film selection committee, showing my talent and ability for the first time, mixed with Anxiety and anticipation continued to roll.

"Uploaded successfully!"

"Congratulations Mr. Lu, thank you for signing up for the 75th Cannes Film Festival..."

Come on, there will be a series of time instructions later, when will the primary list be announced, when will the final shortlist be announced, and the procedures after being shortlisted, etc.

Carefully, in the slightly damp and moldy room, Lu Qian read the entire page very carefully, not missing a single word.

An indescribable joy and happiness surged in my chest, almost exploding, because I signed up for the competition, and because the work I worked so hard to shoot and produce will finally come out, that kind of satisfaction is enough to light up the world, Full of passion and don't know how to vent.

He looked left and right, but in the end he couldn't hold back, clenched his fists, stood up abruptly, and waved nothingness towards the sky.

"Roar!"

He yelled loudly, but just when he yelled out, he realized the embarrassment, and scratched his head foolishly, feeling that his behavior was so naive.

But so what?

The smile on the corner of his mouth bloomed wantonly like this, until his stomach made a sound of protest——

Gollum, gollum.

His stomach was rolling, which made Lu Qian stunned for a moment. He couldn't remember when he ate his last meal and what he ate.

Thinking about it seriously, the memory is actually blank, a little clue

nothing.

Maybe, it's time to treat yourself with a big meal.

"Bang bang", there was a knock on the door behind him, followed by someone calling.

"A Qian?"

Who is it? This voice seems a little strange and familiar, and I can't remember it for a while, but that voice is getting louder and louder.

"A Qian?"

"Come on, come right away."

"A Qian, wake up! Wake up!"

Lu Qian muttered "what's the rush" and was about to go out to open the door, but the whole world was shaking. He looked up and looked around in disbelief:

earthquake?

How is it possible, this city is not on the earthquake zone, and I have never heard of an earthquake here, so why did the earthquake happen so quickly?

Boom, boom, boom.

But if it wasn't an earthquake, what was going on? Lu Qian was overturned immediately after a burst of heaven and earth cracked, and the shock of falling freely swallowed him in an instant. In the midst of struggling and resisting, he felt the light again in a blink of an eye.

"A Qian?"

Opening his eyes again, Lu Qian was still in shock, his heart was beating wildly, almost bursting through his throat, and his mouth became parched.

"A Qian, are you alright?"

The line of sight slowly focused in the chaos, and then Lu Qian saw Ji Xu's face, a little confused and worried, enlarged in his pupils, and Ji Xu continued to shake and land on Lu Qian~www.novelmt.com~ trying to catch Lu Qian Pulled back from the nightmare.

"Huh?" Lu Qian responded subconsciously.

Ji Xu was worried, "Are you alright? Did you have a nightmare? You are covered in cold sweat on your forehead now. Could it be that you are not feeling well?"

Lu Qian didn't answer, but turned around and looked around—

The windows are clear and clean, the sun is shining brightly, and you can faintly see the shade of trees outside. People coming and going push the gantry of suits and evening dresses to walk in the hall. You can see the busyness and tension in front of you at a glance, but you can faintly With a kind of joy and anticipation, it is like fireworks in full bloom.

Then, the memory becomes clear again.

Lan Chuan, the Golden Book Awards, tonight is the awards ceremony, he came early in the morning to prepare everything from clothing to styling.

So, everything just now was a dream.

He returned to his original time and space again, and he dreamed of the night before he arrived in this time and space, everything was just a dream.

But the dream is so vivid, he can still feel the joy and excitement, full of expectations for the future, movies, and life. Compared with box office and awards, that kind of enthusiasm from the heart is the most precious The most touching thing is that the heart is beating heavily like this.

Ji Xu didn't get an answer. Lu Qian was putting on makeup just now, but fell into a drowsy sleep. It was nothing wrong at first, but after putting on makeup, he couldn't wake up no matter what. The staff in charge of makeup and styling were terrified. He didn't dare to disturb Lu Qian easily, so he came to ask for help.

Ji Xu carefully looked at Lu Qian's face, his expression gradually became dignified, and he patted Lu Qian's shoulder carefully, "A Qian, how are you? Are you not feeling well? Do you need to see a family doctor, or should you go? The hospital will give you some water?"