Movie Master

After hanging up the phone, Lance put the phone on the table and slowly leaned on the back of the chair, his tense muscles gradually relaxing under the lazy sunlight.

Lance didn't know whether his decision was correct or not. The thumb of his left hand that was gently rubbing against the pulp of his index finger revealed his anxiety and uneasiness. He originally thought that he had made up his mind and could abandon everything for revenge. Even in the face of Jason Berkeley's accusations, he had a clear conscience and would never waver; but now, he changed his decision and made a rational decision. Against the decision, the warning system of the brain is constantly screaming, trying to prevent him from obeying the emotional impulse to go on this road of no return again.

However, he took this step firmly and took another step towards his dream.

Different from the anxiety and turmoil in his heart, his brain gradually relaxed, every pore in his body was breathing happily, and his chest was filled with simple and pure joy and happiness, he had almost forgotten what it was What kind of feeling, even when I picked up the guide tube for the first time, stood behind the camera, and shot "City of God" with my own hands, I didn't feel such turbulent emotions. The emotions gushing out in that instant swallowed him up in a blink of an eye, without even giving him time to react, and then he took this step impulsively.

His mind was groaning in pain, but his emotions were dancing with joy. The torment of that contradiction made the corners of his mouth slightly curved. After all, he still can't cultivate well, can't he?

The sweetness was so extreme that it was a bit bitter... This feeling was really long gone, too long, so long that he was a little overwhelmed, so long that he was a little carried away, and so long that he couldn't extricate himself. Painful, but happy. In the deepest part of his soul, Lance knew that even though it was a mistake, another mistake, he didn't regret it.

The dry smell of sunlight in the air lingered under his nose, as if at this moment, he returned to that distant memory—on Broadway in Manhattan, tirelessly looking for opportunities to audition, he has not yet discovered those cruel And the bloody truth is just throwing himself on the performance, cherishing the second chance God gave him, even just one audition can light up the whole day; in the office of Century City, day and night Working hard, eating cold pizza, drinking bitter coffee, and ashtrays full of cigarette butts, he and Jason, as well as Ryan and Tucker, laughed at each other's embarrassment with red eyes, and then He continued to bury himself in the preparations for the new movie...

"Lancelot." A call interrupted Lance's thoughts, and he slowly raised his eyes, and then saw Jessica Alba bathed in the sun.

The white dress made Jessica look youthful, but the thick makeup couldn't hide her haggardness. The obvious dark circles and dry lips silently complained about the recent poor sleep quality. However, there was still a smile on Jessica's face, concealing her embarrassment, but it didn't help much. Instead, it revealed a touch of desolation, which I felt pity for.

Lan Si'an sat on the chair, raised his eyes, and looked serene, as if he was not surprised by Jessica's unexpected arrival at all, but the muscles hidden under the clothes quietly tightened again, and the thoughts in his mind were like The willow catkins flying all over the sky faintly fell between the eyebrows, the azure blue eyes shining with moonlight were cold and distant, and the gentlemanly and polite smile on the corner of the mouth was perfect.

Jessica took a step forward, a little eager, but then stopped again, a little hesitant, and finally looked at Lance with a forced smile, "I don't know if this seat has already been reserved?" Jessica She tried to show her grace and maturity, but her awkward hand movements gave away her true emotions.

"Are you here for afternoon tea? Or are you meeting with friends?" Lance didn't answer Jessica's words directly, but asked rhetorically.

Jessica was a little at a loss by Lance's question, and she couldn't help being led by the nose, "Afternoon tea, I'm here for afternoon tea..." Jessica realized the mess of her voice, and smiled to comfort her. After adjusting my emotions, I adjusted my breathing, "I just came out of the union, and then I thought, why not enjoy a cup of black tea, so I came here." Jessica shrugged pretendingly Shrugged, half-jokingly.

Lance lowered his eyes and chuckled twice, "The location of this cafe is unique."

Jessica could clearly see that the light and thick eyelashes were slowly drooping down, covering up the slight smile in those eyes, but the intoxicating blue was inadvertently revealed in the haze. A halo, thrilling. Jessica only felt that her breathing stopped in an instant, and she even forgot that Lance still didn't invite her to sit down, so she also ignored the politeness and alienation in Lance's words—or, she realized, Just refuse to face it.

"So, you are working?" Jessica took another step forward, looked at the script on Lance's lap with curious eyes, and tried her best to speak in a brisk tone, "Recently, the crew's You didn't participate in the promotion, I heard from Albert that you have been busy with a new script."

"It seems that Albert has been working very leisurely recently." Lance said with a smile.

At this time, Albert Allen, who was far away from the other end of the city, sneezed three times in a row, and his body shivered a few times uncontrollably. He couldn't help but look around, why he had an ominous premonition.

Hayden Hunter asked inexplicably, "What's the matter? Have a cold?"

Before Albert could speak, Percy Brandley, who was standing on the other side sorting out the information of the company's crew members, didn't raise his head, and sarcastically said, "It should be because I watched the video too late last night, and my body is weak." A joke made Hayden burst into laughter. Albert rolled his eyes and wanted to get up to refute, but Percy threw a stack of materials over, "Isn't it enough that there are so many crew members?" Albert's attention, he held his breath in his chest, but couldn't vent it, really depressed.

Jessica was taken away from the topic again by Lance's words, and was at a loss for a while.

Standing there, Jessica felt extremely embarrassed, and she didn't know what she wanted. When she left the Screen Actors Guild, she saw Lance across the street at a glance, and then, as if possessed by a demon, unconsciously Walked over, and when she realized it, she was already standing in front of Lance.

It was the first time she had seen him since the premiere of "The Day After Tomorrow" and he hadn't made a phone call, hadn't had any communication, and even the promo period had completely disappeared, as if all that was just It was just a dream of hers, illusory and cold, cruel and numb.

She should hate him, shouldn't she? She should distance himself from him, shouldn't she? She should forget about him, shouldn't she?

However, seeing him quietly and peacefully appearing in front of her, she couldn't restrain the surge in her heart—this surge even made her feel scared. She began to worry about her makeup, her clothes, and her manners... All her reason was burned out, she just wanted to get closer, and a little closer, that kind of sincerity made her walk away again pace.

"Lancelot..." Jessica opened her mouth and shouted, the familiar syllables danced lightly on the tip of her tongue, like a devil's crooning, but it was so beautiful and intoxicating, but he didn't raise his head, just raised his eyebrows slightly , indicating that he can hear it. Jessica cleared her throat, "Tonight, are you free tonight? Maybe we can have dinner together."

After all, she sent out the invitation, and her whole scalp tensed up, but the anticipation in her heart crept up uncontrollably.

Lance raised his head and looked at Jessica, with a little surprise in his eyes. Jessica showed a smile, but she felt that this smile was even uglier than crying, exposing her worst side to him, and then she heard Lance's cold voice, like ripples Moonlight, "No, I don't think we should have dinner together, exactly, even lunch should be avoided."

Those cruel and cold words directly pierced Jessica's heart, dripping with blood, she barely maintained her smile, and asked in that ethereal voice, "Why...why?" After finishing speaking, she still hehe He laughed twice, trying to hide the fragility hidden behind the words, as if it was just a joke between friends.

Lance didn't answer. He looked at Jessica quietly. The calm gaze made Jessica feel uneasy little by little. She stood there awkwardly. She tried to hold on and met Lance's gaze persistently, but she But she couldn't hold on for too long, for a while, just for a while, she avoided her sight, and then a wave of despair began to swarm. Even though Lance didn't say anything, the cold and ruthless eyes showed something. Despair was like a flood, welling up from the soles of his feet bit by bit, and his breathing became more and more rapid and majestic, and finally Swallowing her completely, the slow and slow rhythm easily defeated all her defenses.

"Why..." Jessica said again. This time, there was no cover-up of ridicule, no pretense of being strong, and no whitewashing of peace, naked/naked/nakedly showing the fragility of her heart to Lance. In front of him, defenseless, dripping with blood. A gust of wind blew in, and the white dress fluttered in the sound of the wind. Jessica's thin figure seemed to be almost unable to stand still, and might be shattered into pieces in the gust of wind at any time and disappear.

The world gradually dimmed in Jessica's despair, as if all the colors had disappeared into the white skirt.