Emma widened her eyes, held her breath, tightened her muscles, as if even the starlight had stopped. The world stopped moving in an instant. The blue eyes in front of her were magnificent, clear and transparent, and it seemed that the light that penetrated it became gentle. The slender and thick eyelashes were like butterflies' wings, gently patting, dusty gold spilled down, outlining a mist on the thrilling blue, and the heart stopped beating in an instant.

Lance bent down and approached Emma, ​​and looked at every detail of the expression on the cheek carefully. He could even see that the fair cheek slowly dyed a layer of pink, and suddenly turned into crimson, as if the rich red rouge was about to penetrate from under the skin. The shyness, tension, excitement and happiness in the eyes were slowly surging, so green that it made people laugh.

Her eyes fell on Emma's rosy and soft lips, and the light luster was tempting and cherry-colored. Under his gaze, Emma's small white teeth tensely bit her lower lip, but with just a slight bite, she seemed to realize her actions, and quickly loosened her panic, closed her mouth tightly. She raised her eyes and could capture the panic in her eyes.

The scorching breath blew through her lips inadvertently, and Emma's heart suddenly tightened. She could clearly feel the rustic woody fragrance of Lance's body, faint and refreshing, but it made her blush and her heart beat. The nearest breath made her subconsciously stop breathing and dare not act rashly.

But in just a few seconds, the scorching breath began to tangle, and the tangle that seemed to be able to swallow her at any time. If this continues, would you... want to kiss? This idea rushed into your brain like lightning, and your whole body felt as if it was electric. You were so shy that you could not wait to drill into the hole directly. The rapidly beating heart immediately made her start to lose oxygen, and her cheeks became hotter and hotter, which really made her at a loss.

Then Emma saw Lance's thin lips, pursed it gently, then outlined a shallow curve, with a hint of smugness in her jokes. Then, before her brain could react, Lance stood up straight, turned around and took steps to continue moving forward.

A gust of cold wind blew, Emma's cheeks became hotter and hotter, and her body shivered twice, and then she faintly heard a low laugh. She raised her head, and Lance's broad shoulders relaxed in her sight, and the side face outlined between the interlaced light and shadows could see the curve of the corner of her mouth. Emma was ashamed and annoyed, and she couldn't help but stomped her feet. But escaping was never her choice. After gritting her teeth, she still raised her chest, quickly chased after her, and walked side by side with Lance again.

When he looked up, Emma saw the undissipated smile in Lance's eyes, and the faint light made his entire eyebrows gentle. His heartbeat and throbbing again. The heartbeat and shyness flapped his wings in his chest, making his steps become lighter.

"Lance." Emma suddenly spoke and broke the harmonious silence. "Has this really happened?" Emma could feel that Lance had cast a puzzled look, and she added, "I mean, you really won the Best Director and Best Picture Little Golden Man? And, are you really going to star in the Coen Brothers' work?"

Lance understood the profound meaning hidden in this words. Dreams, his dreams are really realized; dreams, he will embark on a new journey for his dreams; dreams, dreams, the dreams he once thought they were dead, really found strength again. Dreams, which make life endure.

All of this is indeed without realism, isn't it? He was reborn, he took revenge, he succeeded... and then, he was reborn. It was not until this moment that he found the meaning of life again and began to sail again. Everything was so beautiful that there was no realism, as if everything was just a dream.

Once upon a time, revenge was his only goal, Diorama Film, Diorama Film, Diorama Film, that was all his life. In order to make Diorama Film pay the price, he did his best. Hatred blinded his eyes, God blocked and killing gods, Buddha blocked and killed Buddhas; Once upon a time, profit was his only goal, and anyone and anything could become the object of use. As long as the goal could be achieved, even movies were no exception, even those innocent people were not spared, all of them were just to step on those enemies, so that he forgot what he had looked like at the beginning and completely lost his former self.

But now turning to look at this period of time, he has filmed four North American 200 million movies and successfully refreshed the history of North American box office; he has created countless historical records, from art works to commercial works; he has won five Little Golden Man trophys in four different fields, establishing his status as a master; he has founded Chaos Film, which is about to change the future of the entire industry as the seventh player...

Such a brilliant and such a miracle is like a fairy tale, and everything originated from movies and his fanatical dreams about movies. From when he was Li Jin, from when he was Lancelot, from when he was far longer than Diorama Film, he had already embarked on this road, running wildly like a moth to the flame, and finally came to this day.

But he had long forgotten, and he had forgotten the appearance and posture of the starting point at the beginning.

Everything, without any sense of reality. Lance couldn't help but start thinking, if all this was just a dream, so what? One day, when he woke up again, he realized that he was still on the New York subway, sleeping tiredly, and sitting until the terminal. All this was just a dream; or, one day, after he woke up, he realized that there was no one named Lancelot-Stralo, he was still Li Jin, drowsyly falling into the bottom of the river, on the verge of life being dying, and life for two lives was just a dream that could never wake up forever...

Looking at Emma in front of him, the smile in Lance's eyes was like spring/wind wrinkled a pond of lake water. He didn't care whether life was a dream this time, nor did he care about all this beautiful without any sense of reality. What he cares about is that he is still walking on this road, so he will not waste time in a daze again, he will not deceive himself again, he will not be self-confidence again, he will clench his fists and start chasing his dream again. Even if it is just a dream, he will not let the dream slip away from his fingertips again.

Emma was a little confused. She didn't know what was wrong with the problem just now, but she could clearly feel that there was a subtle change in Lance, a change that was difficult to describe in words. It seemed to be the Lance she was familiar with, and it seemed to be the Lance she had never really seen before. Then, Emma saw Lance shrugging slightly and said lightly, "We will find the result, don't we?"

That relaxed freehand painting seemed to be lying on a beach chair in a lazy afternoon, counting the clouds rolling and unwinding, and the smile couldn't help but climb up to the corner of his mouth.

Even if the passage is long, there will be times when it is finished. Lance escorted Emma to the car at the door of the back door. Emma moved reluctantly, but finally opened the car door and sat in the back seat. She raised her head. Emma looked at Lance in front of her and wanted to say something more, but found that her mind was blank and she couldn't say a word.

Lance stood next to the car door, with stars behind her, quiet and dazzling, but all the stars were not as good as those blue eyes. There was a hint of warmth in the tranquility, reflecting the thrillingness of the whole world. Emma opened her mouth slightly, but before she could speak, Lance's figure capsized, her pupils suddenly opened, her heart stopped beating, and then, her lips were printed on her lips, soft and hot, almost melting her into it.

A gentle kiss is like a dragonfly sifting through water, like a butterfly flapping its wings, light and graceful, the entanglement and pulling of the breath, the beating and impact of the heart, the fit and entanglement of the lips, the sweetness is filled with a faint warmth, but it surging so hard that the blood in the body runs wildly towards the heart, the fireworks bloom all over the sky and the earth bloom at the same time, and the whole night instantly turns into colorful daylight.

Lance made such a move in accordance with the impulse in his heart, and he couldn't help but slowly close his eyes and felt the hot lips. The disordered breath almost lost control, as if this was his first kiss. The green and wonderful trembling feeling jumped gently on his lips, just like the light steps of a ballet actress, and the stars in the world flashed at this moment.

The impulse and stimulation of the surging belly made him want to go further, with unprecedented desire and urgency, but he couldn't be anxious, nor did he want to be anxious. This step was the first time he opened his heart, the first time he learned to trust again, and the first time he felt emotions smashing his reason. It's been too long and too long, and he doesn't want to be too hasty. He needs to be careful and cautious. What's more, Emma is only nineteen years old this year - she is already an adult, but he still wants to wait. He can wait, right?

So, he left the soft lips and stood up again, looking at Emma's feather-closed eyelashes, trembling gently, conveying the surging and surging in his heart, which made the smile on the corner of Lance's mouth rise. He bent down again, printed a kiss on Emma's forehead, and whispered, "See you on Oscar Night later."

Emma opened her eyes and saw the azure blue, vast and deep, as if the stars of the entire universe were filled with these eyes, so bright that they could not extricate themselves. She knew that her first and last dance belonged to the man in front of her, and had never changed, nor would she ever change.
Chapter completed!