Disaster Artist

The Disaster Artist

Cheng Jun was waiting, extremely patient.

Although the excitement and excitement in his blood was already boiling uncontrollably, he still kept persuading himself to remain calm and quietly waited for their hero.

Then-

"ah!"

"... Lu Qian!"

Here comes the signal.

Screams came from the position of the last checkpoint ahead, and the faint sound waves rolled in the air, and the crowd could be seen boiling as far as the eye could see.

The director arrived on the scene.

Sure enough, there was a rustling sound from the walkie-talkie in his pocket.

"Tourist calling Deadpool, tourist calling Deadpool. Over."

"Deadpool is online. Over."

"Director in place. Director in place. Repeat, director in place. Over."

"Received! Over."

Cheng Jun completed the fast and efficient communication through the walkie-talkie, then turned his head to look at the little partner behind him, raised his hands high, and kept waving them, like sailors on the vast ocean who communicated through signal flags.

After repeating the signal three times, Cheng Jun withdrew his gaze and stared intently at the limousine slowly approaching. His heart hit his chest hard, getting faster and stronger, almost bursting.

In the end, I can no longer control it, and I don’t need to control it anymore, so I released it completely——

"Crack! Lu Qian!"

Two high fives, one shout.

"Crack! Lu Qian!"

Cheng Jun turned his head to look at the friends around him, Nanzong, Song Congwu, Chu Lianjiang, each familiar face was filled with similar expressions, excited and excited, and the surging mood was surging in the eyes.

Huo Zhi also came, and to his surprise, Yang Feier also came.

They haven't reunited, but they are still friends, and they don't usually meet or contact each other; however, if acquaintances happen to meet on the same occasion, they will not avoid suspicion and exchange recent information in a graceful manner.

Like now.

When love has become a thing of the past, maybe they no longer love each other, but there is no need to hate each other. The young and frivolous dare to love and hate, and the ups and downs gradually become open-minded and tolerant as the years go by, because they all gradually understand——

Life, in fact, there are many, many.

Huo Zhi turned his head to look at Yang Feier, and greeted him loudly, "Here we come!"

Immediately afterwards, the two of them looked towards the front of the road and joined the cheering ranks. The shouts were condensed in this way, and finally they were firmly twisted into a rope.

Jumping, cheering, shouting, and celebrating, this is their carnival.

It was Nanzong's idea—

Perhaps, the Golden Book Awards belong to Lanchuan's annual feast, and everyone is paying attention to the ownership of the awards. This year's "City of Starfall" has become the absolute focus with 15 nominations that broke the historical record. Some people look forward to it With the film writing history, some people expect the film to be reversed.

The hustle and bustle of heated discussions never dissipated, and became more and more intense as the award ceremony approached.

Fans including Lu Qian are no exception.

But Nanzong has a different opinion.

"Do I want the director to win? Of course, believe me, I expect the director to sweep the Golden Book this year with all my heart, he deserves it."

"What I want to say is, if the director fails to win the award in the end, will this affect my liking for Xingluo and the director? The answer is no."

"In competitive sports, there is a kind of victory fans. They only like the players and the team to win. Once they lose, they will turn around and leave, and even follow other opponents. They will always be just fans of the championship. Loyalty has neither faith nor persistence."

"However, for the players and the team, the most precious and rare thing is precisely those die-hard fans who will never leave in difficult situations, follow the team to climb to the peak, fall to the trough and then recover together, Competitive sports are not only about winning and losing, but about life."

"For me, it's the same with directing."

"After the number of film nominations set a record, everyone is concerned about the number of final awards. It seems that it is shameful not to win ten or eight awards, but I don't think so, and I don't want to think so."

"No matter how the film wins the Golden Book Awards, it will not affect the position of Starfall and the director in my heart."

"I like the director, because the director still believes in dreams like a fool, and because I know that there is nothing wrong with being a fool in this world, and because I know that life is not only about daily necessities, but also a life that does not require success. own happiness."

"Dreams make failures shine."

"I thank the director for bringing me such a movie, I thank the director for taking me through such a life, so I hope the director hears this: Yes, the Golden Book Award is very important, but more and more A trophy is not as important as a director."

"I hope the director can hear my heart."

So, they did this—

At the Golden Book Awards, at the star-studded awards ceremony, the directors were given their "awards":

Approval from fans.

They wear bright clothes, maybe T-shirts or shirts or skirts, just like the opening of "Starfall City", there is no redundant color, just bright and bright monochrome.

If there are only one or two people, those colors will appear monotonous and basic; but if there are hundreds or thousands of people, those pure colors will evolve into gorgeous colors~www.novelmt.com~ Then, two high-fives , One cry, that's all, and that's enough.

"Crack! Lu Qian!"

"Crack! Lu Qian!"

Jumping and shouting, laughing and crying, at this moment, it's not just about cheering, every fan's life is also shining gorgeously, even the bright and intense red carpet in front of me has become eclipsed, Without realizing it, the voice became louder and louder.

Nanzong, jumping and shouting with all his strength, his vision was already blurred by tears, but the continuous blowout happiness in his chest was flowing crazily in his blood.

They stared at Lu Qian in the car window, as if they were staring at an oil painting, and passed slowly in front of them, shouting and shouting to a new peak, watching the car leave, and finally stopped at the entrance of the red carpet, Their high fives and shouts still didn't stop.

Excitedly, joyfully, and excitedly watching the car, watching the staff open the door, and then, amidst the excitement, Lu Qian appeared.

Smokey gray shirt with light gray suit, low-key and elegant, the slim fit outlines the slender and well-proportioned body shape, and the tall and straight figure seems to have grown from the flames. His face was fully displayed, and the light smile that rose from the corner of his mouth was thrilling.

The dark gray polka-dot bow tie is the only embellishment on the whole body that breaks the frame of the rules. It still maintains a low profile, but inadvertently highlights the elegance and elegance from the inside out. Breathing, the whole world became quiet in an instant, and even the golden sunlight falling on his shoulders became gentle.

This is Lu Qian, the unique Lu Qian, any language is superfluous.