Disaster Artist

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The shutter sound is overwhelming.

The professional instincts of journalists are still rushing to react before reason and emotion collide, and they press the shutter reflexively, and the world is dyed silver.

Brilliant and hot.

Sheng Xinyue's world is spinning, and everything seems to be accelerating, however, everything seems to be slowing down again, and a contradictory feeling is colliding:

The world is accelerating, the lights, cheers, and splendor are all blurred into one piece, like fireworks blooming; she and Lu Qian are slowing down, she seems to be able to clearly see the frown and smile on the face in front of her, and then just like that. The clear eyes slowly fell and slowly indulged.

boom!

The next second, Sheng Xinyue crashed into a wall.

Sheng Xinyue only felt herself rushing into a group of refreshing wood aromas, mixed with a faint mint fragrance, and immersed in the blood vessels along her pores, surrounding her in groups, and the boiling scalding instantly burned, and her entire brain instantly burned. It was blank, and with eyes full of eyes, only Lu Qian was left in front of him, and he couldn't remember anything.

Sheng Xinyue raised her head to look at Lu Qian, and then she could see that the thin lips rose up, and the magnetic sound came from the other side of the distant valley.

"...Welcome to the party."

Sheng Xinyue looked down at Lu Qian's line of sight, holding Lu Qian's right hand ignorantly, the hot temperature from the palm of his hand made his heart tremble slightly, fireworks all over the world were in full bloom, and his sense returned a little, and then immediately I realised my own incompetence...

She is like a lunatic.

Sheng Xinyue quickly opened a little distance, cold air swarmed in, the breath lingering under the nose was washed away, a little lost, but she couldn't hold back her excitement, her fingers were slightly folded, and she felt the air in Lu Qian's wide palm. The lines are both happiness and joy, but they are speechless.

"How, do you still like the party tonight?"

Lu Qian's voice came to her ears again, Sheng Xinyue nodded slightly, showing a touch of coyness, but she couldn't make a sound.

At this point, the security guards had arrived, but Lu Qian raised his left hand to stop them.

Sheng Xinyue prudently took a small step back again, trying to open up some distance, but the longing in her heart kept repeating over and over again:

Don't, don't, don't, don't.

She was reluctant to leave.

So, he moved his footsteps back trivially, just opened up a little space, and stared at Lu Qian without moving, a little greedy.

Sheng Xinyue never knew that she was so eager to meet a person - and she was also a director, a director hidden behind the big screen of the movie, who used his brain and his soul to build a magnificent world, but never She would appear in that world, but that mysterious halo made her have the urge to fly into the flames, just wanting to... burn.

Looking at Lu Qian who was close at hand, Sheng Xinyue had no other thoughts in her mind.

Air, stagnant.

The chaos that had just erupted, calmed down in a blink of an eye, and the security guards were scattered around like the men in black who surrounded the savior in the "Matrix", but no one moved forward rashly, just staring at the scene in front of them. A little bit of bells and whistles can get them out in no time.

The order has actually stabilized again.

The reporters witnessed the whole process up close in front of their eyes:

In the last second of fear, danger could erupt at any moment, and if it gets out of hand, the entire premiere could become a disaster.

In the next second, it was calm and peaceful, and the scene that was about to lose control was actually reinstated and brought back under control?

How did all this happen?

Even if they saw it with their own eyes, they were still full of question marks, and the reporters looked at each other.

And, more than that.

Other movie fans and audiences around also noticed Lu Qian. They were stunned for a while and were about to move, but their footsteps hadn't had time to start. They were only half a step slower. The episode just appeared suddenly and immediately calmed down. More chaos has calmed down.

As a result, their approaching footsteps braked sharply before they rushed in an impulsive manner, stopped hesitantly, and then realized:

No need to fight or rush.

Lu Qian, standing there, never left, quietly watching Sheng Xinyue in front of him, talking.

Although there was a soft aura all over his body, the kind and warm atmosphere slowly settled the urgent restlessness. Everything was so natural.

Unconsciously, the pace of progress started again, but no longer in a hurry.

Because they realized that this is a party, everyone is a party guest, and they need to maintain etiquette; and, as long as they are patient, they can get close to other guests, including Lu Qian and Guan Zhou, and things are as simple as that.

It turned out that this is the true meaning of the "Fast Pursuit" premiere returning to the style of the 1940s——

At that time, movies were just emerging, the concept of the premiere was still a gathering party, the propaganda and hype of journalists was still a vague idea, the gap between actors and audiences, directors and fans was not widened, all of them They are all ordinary people who like film art.

To put it simply, the film industry has not been changed by the concept of entertainment to death and profit first, and the star halo of actors and directors has still not become traffic.

"Ah, what a wonderful time it was."

Little by little, the atmosphere of the live party changed again and again, like fireworks in full bloom, splendid but quiet, all the noise and noise disappeared in the vast night sky, only the blooming colors were reflected in the depths of the pupils, and then , is mesmerizing.

The most special and wonderful thing is that the atmosphere is lively, the air is boiling, but it is not out of control or bursting, but it is constantly surging and boiling, and the mood is uncontrollably flying, filling the chest with happiness and satisfaction, Words can't describe~www.novelmt.com~ It's like... It's as if in silence, everyone enters the spotlight, bathes in the scorching scorching splendor, and everyone becomes a member of Vanity Fair , sing and dance, enjoy the charm of movies, and forget the troubles of real life in a short time.

Sheng Xinyue stared at Lu Qian intently, lest she blink a little and Lu Qian would suddenly disappear, and then the words just blurted out.

"I like you!"

Immediately afterwards, Sheng Xinyue could see the smile on Lu Qian's mouth rising lightly, "Under the circumstances that the media described me as so disgusting, I am very happy to know that someone still likes me. Thank you. However, I still I hope you don't like me, just like my movies."

Sincere and frank.

Funny and humorous.

The people gathered around couldn't help but chuckle, Sheng Xinyue's heart was beating wildly, and she said eagerly, "I like you, and I like your movies too."