Lance felt a little sore in his muscles. He raised his right leg and placed it on his left knee. He slightly adjusted his sitting position so that his body could relax a little, but he soon realized that sitting position was not the reason, but the heartbeat was...?`The heart seemed to be beating in magma. Every time he fell, he would be stimulated to the extreme, and then suddenly exploded and soared into the sky. When he fell again, he waved his hands hard but could not catch any clinging objects. He could only let the earth's gravity drag him down.

Lance leaned gracefully on the back of the chair, put his left hand naturally and relaxed on the knee of his right leg, and his thumb rubbed the belly of the middle finger with an extremely slowness. The thick friction feeling could not prevent the heart from beating out of control, but at least it could keep the breathing stable and prevent others from seeing the surging and restlessness in his heart.

He wanted the little golden man, and he would not hide his ambitions. He has been working towards this goal since filming the "City of God". Even though he knew that he still had many shortcomings, this was just his first attempt in the director position; even if he knew that there were too many uncertainties in foreign language films, nominations were based on strength, and winning awards was based on luck, which was only his first journey at the Oscars... But, he wanted the little golden man, as urgent as ever!

The thumb of the left hand paused and pinched the soft fingertips of the index finger hard, as if all the tension in his body gathered at this point of force, breathing, heartbeat, blood, eyes... were all still at this moment, looking at the red envelope in Charlize's hand motionlessly.

"The winner of the 76th Academy Award-winning film is..." Charlize's voice echoed throughout the Kodak Theater through the sound. The tight air that was extremely tight seemed to be ignited and detonated directly with a ray of hot breath. All moving objects slowed down by a thousand times. Even the lights on the stage turned into gurgling streams, carefully depicting the movement in his pupils. Charlize's hoarse voice rubbed with the air with a charming charm. Her full lips curled slightly, and a charming smile slowly bloomed in the light.?.`

“'City of God', Brazil.”

boom!

Lance's left hand slowly clamped the solidity, and then all the strength in his whole body was released in an instant. The left fist trembled gently uncontrollably because of the excessive force. His heart exploded, like thousands of fireworks blooming at the same time. Unbelievable joy exploded from the depths of his soul. Every pore in his body opened, hugging the restlessness and heat in the air happily, and enjoying the beauty of this moment.

Success!

From the Sundance stage to the Oscar stage, this journey seemed so short, but it was full of thorns and difficulties. But he finally reached this destination smoothly. Although this was just a part of a long journey, it was the most important beginning.

A good start is half the success, and he did it.

Once upon a time, Li Jin stood in front of the bathroom sink at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. Everyone had already got off work. He was the only one who stayed to continue working overtime. Looking at the haggard self in the mirror, he was a little confused. He didn't know what he was doing, but was just making a living in nothing. Those dreams, those passions, and those youth were exhausted day after day. He gradually became a mediocre part of society, honestly restraining those unrealistic ideas, restraining those unrestrained lights, and then proceeding step by step according to the way the society expected - work, buying a house, getting married, having children, parenting, and death... When standing at the age of twenty, you can see the end of the age of eighty.

Once, Lancelot sat on the bench at the subway station at three o'clock in the morning, waiting for the next subway to arrive. In the empty subway station, there was also a homeless man who was sheltering from the wind under the bench. Looking at the Manhattan's hidden blue sky was hazy and blurred under the sleepless light, he was a little tired.w?ww.`He suspected that his persistence was just useless, he suspected that his efforts were futile, and he suspected that his dream was worthless. He originally thought that Li Jin's unwillingness would find an answer, but he did not. He could only be like an ant, busy day and night, running around, and working hard, but just for a livelihood. The so-called dream could never find an exit in the dark sewer in Manhattan... His persistence was so ridiculous in the eyes of others; his dream was just a joke that was not funny.

Now, he sat on the big red chair at the Kodak Theater to attend the 76th Academy Awards. His first screenwriter and directed work appeared on the Oscar stage. With the attention of over 50 million people in the United States, relying on his strength to win his recognition!

The bitterness and fear on the tip of his tongue were dancing. For a moment, he was worried that all this was just his dream. After closing his eyes and opening it again, he would find that he was still on the New York subway, taking the late night flight back to the small apartment in Brooklyn. That powerful fear made his heart tremble violently, almost losing control of his emotions.

Lance clenched his fist and pounded hard on his knees, paused for a moment, then raised it again and fell down. At the last moment, he suddenly withdrew his strength and pounded it gently. The tightness of his muscles in his body fell gently on his knees like feathers... Then he made another... the soreness at the nose was slowly suppressed to the depths of his heart, and then let go of his fist and slowly relieved his strength. All the tense emotions dissipated in the air. He let out a breath, a humble and calm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, stood up from the chair, and paid tribute to the people who were politely applauding around him with a smile.

This is his stage; this is his moment!

Lance turned around and then saw Ryan's tight face lines. Although Ryan was trying his best to remain calm, his shoulder lines that became stiff because of being too tight leaked the storm in his heart. Lance slightly raised his chin, and a shallow curve was drawn on the corner of his mouth. With a little contempt in disdain, he stabbed Ryan sharply and sharply, successfully provoking Ryan's sensitive nerves - Ryan grabbed the handrail with both hands, suppressing the possibility of his emotional leakage, but even so, the help was still not great. The violently ups and downs of his chest betrayed his true state.

Lance just paused slightly on Ryan, then swept over, and then saw Tucker lying weakly in the chair, and Jason with an obscure expression. The dead and silent atmosphere formed a sharp contrast with the previous one.

The curve of the corner of Lance's mouth rose a little again. The cat and mouse game has just begun. I hope his "favorite friends" will not disappoint him - if the opponent's combat power is so disabled, it will be boring to pour out in less than one round.

Turning back, Lance nodded politely to Peter Will, Sophia Coppola, Clint Eastwood, Peter Jackson and others, and then walked towards the stage with calm steps.

Sophia, who had already returned to her position, looked at the man in front of her with mixed eyes. She couldn't tell what the emotions on her tongue felt. She just encouraged her hands and locked Lance intently. She originally thought that men would cast a hidden deep gaze, but she was disappointed. Lance just nodded politely, and then her eyes swept to Clint next to her, like a dragonfly, without any unnecessary stop.

The empty emotions in her chest made Sophia feel a little uncomfortable.

Lance walked onto the stage calmly and gentlemanly politely, and then Charlize came towards him and gave him a hug enthusiastically. At this time, Lance truly saw the South African diamond in front of him. His delicate and elegant face had a cool and heroic posture. The charm of his every move made people unable to escape his sight.

"Congratulations, I personally like your work very much and look forward to the release of the 'normal day after tomorrow'." Charlize whispered in Lance's ear, then laughed brightly.

Lance looked at Charlize unexpectedly. Although he won the Best Foreign Language Film Little Golden Man, no one stood up and applauded the stage. Everyone just applauded politely and expressed etiquette. This is the essential difference between the Best Foreign Language Film and the Best Film - this is the United States, and the Oscar is the American Oscar. However, Charlize's congratulations were obviously not polite words.

Charlize raised his eyebrows slightly and raised the little golden man in his hand.

Lance raised his hand in embarrassment and teased with a chuckling, "I think my spirit should remain on the chair." This made Charlize's smile even brighter. Lance took his trophy from Charlize and spread his hands again, "I hope I can see you on this stage again later." After that, Lance walked towards the microphone. Charlize stayed there for a moment and was stunned. After a while, he understood the meaning of this sentence, and couldn't help but look at Lance again.

Lance stood in front of the microphone, first let out a gentle breath, and then said to the microphone, "Please give me some time and let me take a good look at this trophy. God knows how jealous I was just now." Just one sentence, everyone on the scene burst into laughter. Lance completed two things: self-deprecating and teasing in a quiet manner. The reaction on the scene was even more sensational than when Charlize announced the winner just now.

Lance lowered his head and gently weighed the little golden man in his hand. The trophy that he had seen countless times on the computer screen and on the TV screen was even heavier than he imagined. The smooth curves and cold touch made his palms tighten involuntarily, and he used his palms to feel every detail of the trophy carefully.

Until now, the weight of the little golden man in his heart was so clear and realistic that Lance was able to confirm: this was not a dream, he won the prize, he stood on the Oscar stage, and he won the first little golden man in his life!

Real and beautiful, happy and fulfilling.

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