After Lance strode away from the balcony and hurt Jason severely, he was not panicked at all. He was still thinking calmly. Although it seems that Jason only noticed the change in his personality - this is sooner or later, and did not really realize the trap of "Troy"; however, Lance could not take risks.

"Troy" has been released, but the game between Chaos Pictures and Diorama Pictures is still continuing. He cannot easily reveal his strength, and he cannot easily let Ryan and the others recover. Therefore, he must make an emergency response.

With his mind turning quickly, Lance walked straight towards Ryan and Tucker. George, who was standing next to him, walked towards Lance, expressing his avoidance of suspicion and also showing his support for Lance. Then Lance walked to Ryan and stopped three steps away, "Tell you a secret that the box office of 'Troy' will fail, an epic defeat."

Ryan looked at the evil smile on the corner of Lance's mouth, and the coldness kept emitting in his heart, but it was not obvious on the surface. Instead, he looked at Lance incredibly like looking at a madman. Before he could finish his words, Lance turned around and quickly walked towards the screening hall of the China Theater.

George did not stop at all, followed Lance.

Tucker walked forward and looked at Lance's back with a look of surprise. Then the more he thought about it, the more ridiculous he became. He burst into laughter and said strangely, "He's crazy?" This reminded Tucker of the last time Lance rushed to the office of Diorama Film.

Indeed, no one can predict the box office, and even the prophet can do it. From Lance's actions just now, combined with Lance's rash attendance today, everything makes people feel Lance's despair. The curse after despair is as if he is a madman, helpless and can only mess around.

Ryan couldn't help but nodded, "He's crazy."

But what did Jason and Lance talk about just now? Ryan and Tucker were both very curious, but Jason disappeared completely and left the China Theater directly from the back door, leaving the ongoing screening. He disappeared. It was two days later to see Jason again, but no matter how Ryan and Tucker asked, Jason was silent about this conversation, which became an unsolvable secret.

The "Troy" screening ceremony was very successful. Even though there was an accident like Lance, it was still lively and came to an end in a grand manner. Lance participated in the screening throughout the whole process. Although there was no conflict with Brad again - as the protagonist, he was the focus of everyone's attention and had no free time. Even if the reporter was willing to provoke it, the on-site staff of Warner Brothers were strictly guarded. However, Lance was completely at ease, and George's full-time companionship became an advantage, allowing Lance to know many important people. Obviously, after laying the foundation for "City of God" and "After the Day", it gradually became easier to open up the situation in social occasions.

After the screening, Warner Bros. joined B-Plan Film and Diorama Films to hold a celebration banquet. This time, Lance was invited. However, Lance declined the invitation instead. He appeared at the celebration banquet and was likely to become a target, and it was not profitable. This was not a good deal.

So, Lance said goodbye to George and Brad. Shi left the China Theater.

Looking at Lance's back as he left, Brad felt a moment of discomfort. He never expected that Lance could escape without any damage. This was almost like slapping him in the face - and it was on his territory. "After the box office came out, the suffocation would come out." George's calm and comfortable voice came to his ears. Brad gritted his teeth and grinded his teeth and grinded them with a vengeance, which was considered a temporary stop.

Since "Troy" is a global synchronous screening, in order to consider the time difference, it was chosen to open at 5 pm local time in Los Angeles. After the screening is over, it will only be over half past eight. The last ray of sunset remains on the horizon of Los Angeles. The dark blue sky can vaguely see some starlight, supporting the sky, making the night sky unable to descend.

Standing on the street, Lance didn't want to go home.

The streets of Los Angeles are always filled with a lazy atmosphere of vacation, especially compared to the busyness of New York. Standing at the intersection of Manhattan, the endless stream of scenery always makes people feel extremely small. In the crowded and wide world, you seem like just a speck of dust, and just a gust of breeze will drift to unknown corners; while standing at the intersection of Los Angeles, the crowd of people with straw hats and hot pants, surfboards and beach pants are always mixed with laughter, and the dry atmosphere of the sunlight remaining in the air begins to brew the party atmosphere early. Only in the short moment when sunset and moonrise intersect, will the lonely loneliness and loneliness sound like a conch in the soft sound of the waves.

The word "has changed" and "has changed" and "has a powerful force. He thought he was already invulnerable, and he thought he was already in a rock. He could talk to Jason, then continue planning, socializing, and working as if nothing had happened, and strictly implement his plan to the end; he could push Jason down the abyss, then continue to participate in the screening in a cold and sensible manner, and even chat and laugh with everyone; he could even continue to pretend to be George's best friend with a sweet sword, use George's so-called friendship without any burden, turn "trust" into a weapon to achieve his goals... But when all the noise disappeared, all the lights were extinguished, and all the warmth was cool, the vicissitudes of his heart surged, but they were so tired that they made their steps heavy.

He casually called a taxi parked on the side of the road to rest, preparing to leave the China Theater area first, and after getting on the bus, he let the driver go aimlessly south, watching the city floating in the window, and all the noise was blocked from the window. When the street began to get blocked, Lance paid the fare, then got out of the car, chose a direction casually, and walked slowly along the street. His blank mind seemed to have stopped running, but he just watched the people coming and going on the street, and his eyes without any focus were trying to find a familiar trace under the hidden blue sky.

As he stopped, he suddenly became a little confused and didn't know where he was. Los Angeles was still too strange to him. Apart from Theo, the city seemed to be without his familiar sight; but what about New York? He lived in that city for more than ten years in his last life and was extremely familiar with it. Every street and alley in Manhattan was so familiar, but he was still rootless duckweed.

In this strange time and space, he seemed to be unable to find his own belonging. He suddenly wanted to call Theo, either Ian or Gao Wen, but after touching his pocket, Lance found that he did not bring his cell phone out at all. He smiled helplessly and raised his head, he tried to find a public phone...but his eyes stopped across the street.

It was a group of young children - it was not accurate to describe it as children. It should be said to be teenagers. Fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenagers walked out of a building, laughing happily, with a cheerful and vivid vitality on their faces. Even the slowly dim night could not be hidden. The energy of the years burning like flames was like the North Star in the evening, illuminating the entire street.

A little girl standing next to her attracted Lance's gaze. Her figure began to slowly pull out, as if it was at least one palm higher than what she looked like in memory. The dark red head was combed into a high ponytail, and the tender fragments disappeared a lot, revealing her white face intact. The round baby fat seemed to have been cut a little, and some facial lines could be vaguely seen. The flashing big eyes were curved into two crescents because of the bright smile, sweet and playful. The simple white T-shirt paired with light blue jeans and shorts outlined youthful vitality, and was tall and graceful like a pretty magnolia flower, with / buds/waiting to bloom.

It was Emma Stone, it was actually Emma Stone.

Although it is said that girls change rapidly, and the image of the yellow-haired girl in childhood gradually faded away, showing her bright face bit by bit; it was only more than two months since I saw Emma last time, but it seemed that she hadn't seen her for two years. Emma in front of her could already see the fresh, sweet and pretty appearance of her first love girlfriend of "Spider-Man" after she grew up, and her cheerful smile was like a neon light, blooming freely among the twinkling yellow halos.

I looked up and looked at the building. It was a school of acting skills.

The group of teenagers walked along the street with friends, and Lance took a step by step by step, following their pace slowly, the increasingly strong sea breeze brought their cheerful laughter, as if the whole street was full of vitality. When Lance came to his senses, the sea level had already appeared in front of him. The bars and restaurants along the beach of Venice lit up the night lights, supporting the faint blue sky, outlining the winding coastline, and the frolic crowd swarmed into their sight, and the whole world became noisy in an instant, and the surging waves almost made him unable to stand firm.

In the surging crowd, Lance saw Emma again. The group of young people dragged their shoes and threw their backpacks to the side. Then they ran to the beach collectively. They asked for a volleyball in the bar next to them and started playing directly. The night became deeper and deeper, and they could only vaguely see the shadow of the volleyball shuttle back and forth in the light, but they had a lot of fun. The laughter and the sea breeze shattered together, making the entire beach active.

Lance stood there a little at a loss. He didn't know why he had walked here and what to do next. However, he still didn't want to go back. After thinking about it, Lance walked to the bar next to the beach, asked for a bottle of beer, and then sat down, his eyes fluttering casually on the beach, but in the end it fell on Emma.

"My, mine!" Emma shouted happily, then rushed towards the volleyball, but she tripped under her feet, and then fell to the ground, but she still didn't give up. She raised her right hand high and paddled the volleyball, then yelled, "Hurry! Hurry! Jenny!"

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