Disaster Artist

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Zeng Yuanwen stretched his waist a lot, and then he could hear all kinds of strange sounds coming from his body, as if his bones were bursting. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Li Wenzhen who was stretching with yoga movements next to him. A shallow smile asked.

"How long have we been interviewing?"

"...don't know, it's past midnight, so about fourteen hours?"

"I can't believe it. If someone told me two days ago that I'd be brain-cracked by taking too long to be interviewed, I would have thought he was drawing cartoons, but now I know it's real."

"To be honest, I'm feeling a little sick right now."

"How many reporters have we met in total?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know. The only thing I know is that there are actually a lot of reporters in the corridor at the entrance. They are still making appointments with Xiao Shen for a roundtable interview tomorrow."

"Also? How long did they wait? Didn't they wait outside for fourteen hours?"

Zeng Yuanwen's words had just been said, and he was stunned, and then exchanged glances with Li Wenzhen, and both of them shivered involuntarily.

It's hard to believe, even after going through fourteen hours in person, that sitting in a hotel room for an interview is such a torture and such a hard thing.

But thinking about it seriously, those reporters have also waited for so long, and all the hard work and torture seems to be less serious.

Zeng Yuanwen couldn't help but sigh, "Others see the bright and beautiful Weihai Film Festival, but who knows how hard it is to really participate in it."

He just confirmed his mobile phone. After the "unfriend" friends learned that the "tourist" received rave reviews, one or two sent text messages to express their congratulations. Even after the "unfriend" promotion period ended, there was no more The contact Xia Yingjia also sent a text message. He once suspected that Xia Yingjia had deleted her contact information.

Obviously, the friends are very envious that Zeng Yuanwen can become part of the "tourists" and then board the stage of the Weihai Film Festival.

Li Wenzhen chuckled, "But that's all we expect, isn't it?"

Speaking of this, the happiness in Li Wenzhen's eyes surged, and the tiredness was swept away.

They all believed that Lu Qian could produce an excellent work, and they believed it unswervingly during the preparation and filming, but they did not expect the final film to be so wonderful and brilliant, and let them stand overnight. Under the spotlight, it was a little uncomfortable.

"Maybe, we should study the director well, and the director's mentality will always remain stable. More than once in today's interview, I felt that the scene was about to collapse, but the director turned the situation around by understatement, and looked at the reporter's shriveled appearance, haha, it's so funny already."

"That's because he's a director, and I don't think anyone else can be like a director."

"Well, I agree. Wait, where's the director?"

Li Wenzhen only realized that Lu Qian was not in the hotel room. Did he go to the bathroom to solve the three urgent problems?

Zeng Yuanwen also scratched his head, his head was full of question marks, and Lu Qian could not be seen in his sight.

So, what about Lu Qian?

Lu Qian had quietly left the hotel at this time and came to the beach.

Lu Qian's energy and stamina have reached the limit after a whole day of roundtable interviews. Now he finally knows why those big directors always say that being interviewed is more difficult than filming. After an hour, I started to lose my appetite.

He also doesn't know how he made it to the end of all the interviews, but he knew this was definitely not the film festival he was looking forward to.

He wants to go into the movie theater to appreciate those works, he wants to argue his point of view with movie lovers, he wants to sit in the movie theater with other audience members and enter the ups and downs of the big screen world, and he wants to make friends with like-minded young people. The buddies held candles and talked all night and carnival all night.

However, the reality is clearly not so.

Lu Qian asked Shen Yanshu. There will still be intensive interviews tomorrow, some are round table interviews, some are individual interviews, and there are two magazine shootings.

Land diving needs a little motivation.

So, when the work was over, Lu Qian asked Shen Yanshu to take cover and quietly left the room. There were still about thirty or fifty reporters gathered in the corridor. They had also experienced a long and hard day, but they still needed to make an appointment for tomorrow's roundtable interview. , so they all surrounded Shen Yanshu, but missed Lu Qian instead.

How many media interviews have you received today?

Two hundred? Or three hundred?

However, when the footsteps leave the hotel, the cool sea breeze blows, and at that moment, everything is unimportant, take a deep breath of the fresh and fresh air, and feel the coolness of the dew and sea breeze infiltrating bit by bit in the early morning. The lungs, the crowded and tired brain slowly relaxes.

Looking up, you can see the trivial stars and diamonds scattered on the black velvet night, the little lights traverse the sky like a gurgling stream, the lustrous halo outlines the tenderness of the moonlight, and the whole world opens up in an instant, and the chest also follows. open together -

Staying in the same room on the first floor for too long, watching the beach and the sea outside the window without being able to open my arms, the dullness can finally be completely broken.

Gradually, the tired footsteps were a little brisker, and ran all the way towards the sea in the middle of the night. When the footsteps touched the sand, I immediately took off my shoes and socks, and felt the touch of the beach with the soles of my feet.

The beach in Weihai is actually not that beautiful~www.novelmt.com~ Because the sand is slightly rough and light brown, and sometimes large and small stones can be seen. It is not a soft and delicate white sand beach. Because of this, it wasn't a resort until the film festival took root.

However, at this moment, Lu Qian liked it very much. The surface was stained with night and became cold, but when his toes dipped under the gravel, he could feel the warmth left by the sunshine during the day, shallow and faint, between the toes. The winding flows, as if you can feel the breath of the sea.

Walking all the way, after about a five-minute walk, you can see a beam of silver light in the night, let the ink slowly fade away, and the audience sits in front of the curtain, not many, but also. There are quite a few, and with a cursory glance, you can see the appearance of 2,300 people.

Some came in groups, snuggling and hugging each other to resist the cold of the sea breeze; some in groups, sitting cross-legged on the beach, drinking beer and whispering, trivial whispers were swept into the sea breeze and soon disappeared; The size of a family, parents take their children to experience the world in the early morning.

Of course, some came alone, holding their knees with both hands and resting their chins on their knees, showing a trace of concentration.

But all of them raised their jaws slightly and stared at the curtain in front of them, becoming part of the beach cinema.