Time is a very interesting thing. It will change the world quietly and change the world. It seems that it will draw a circle without realizing it. In a circle, it will return to the beginning point, as if it is a cycle of reincarnation.

The cups in his ears were filled with warm smiles, but gradually dissipated in the air and gradually evolved into whispers. Through the crowd, Lance's eyes fell on the three people in front of him. They were so familiar with each other, they had known each other for more than ten years and fought side by side for six years. They once thought that each other was the most important confidant and partner, but at this time the two sides stood on the opposite sides, smiling and alienated, calmly and hypocritical to express the politeness of social occasions, but the calculation hidden under the mask did not stop.

Since their split three years ago, they have had the opportunity to meet in public many times, but both sides have shunned each other, including last year's Oscars.

The only exception was the "Troy" premiere. Lance came uninvited and took the initiative to disrupt the rhythm of the premiere. It can even be said that it was accompanied by the power of the successful premiere of "the day after tomorrow" and arrived at the scene to show off its power. This not only became the beginning of problems in the capital chain of Diorama Film, but also became the starting point for Chaos Film to sound the horn of counterattack.

Today, the person who took the initiative to break the deadlock became Ryan, Tucker and Jason, because they knew that Diorama Film now has been forced to a dead end. If they could not overcome this threshold, Diorama Film may no longer exist. The next time they met, their positions will be very different. Three years ago, the situation they hoped that Lance would fall into has now become their own shackles.

What a irony.

Of course, Diorama is far from overwhelming. If the Rwanda Hotel wins the Oscars, if the Sahara Cavalry wins a box office victory, if they raise financing as soon as possible within two months, if they can sign long-term cooperation terms with a large company like Warner Bros. As long as any of these conditions are met, they can win a breathing space or even a chance to turn things around.

Even if you stand on the edge of a cliff, it will only be a moment to die. No one can be sure that he is the winner until the last moment. This was the case with Lance at the time, and the current Diorama Film Festival.

Therefore, Diorama Film must make a big splash and break the deadlock. They need to show the courage to attend the "Troy" premiere. They need to take the initiative again. They need to muster up the courage to face Lance head-on. They need to show their confidence. They need to completely bid farewell to the shadows shrouded on their heads. They need to break and then stand.

As a stage for the Jedi counterattack, what is more appropriate than such a grand event that is paying attention to across the United States?

Ryan walked straight ahead, holding his head up and being calm and composed. His steps were steady and powerful, as if Mount Tai could not shake his beliefs. He could crush Lance once three years ago, and he could defeat Lance for the second time in three years. Tucker, who stood beside Ryan, was a little nervous and could not control his tension, but he knew that he had no way out. He was so nervous that he was extremely nervous that he calmed down. Lance was not a devil. Even so, he had no other choice except to destroy him, right?

Jason landed diagonally behind Ryan and Tucker, about two steps away. He looked at Lance not far away with such mixed eyes that they should be friends, but now they are enemies, and now they are opponents. Jason is not sure whether Chaos Pictures’ current path is correct, just like he is not sure whether Diorama Pictures’ original choice was correct, but this is life. After moving forward, there is no choice but to continue.

He was not his friend. Jason told himself, but he wasn't sure which one was himself and which one was Lance.

Lance glanced at the champagne that was almost motionless in his hand, and a polite smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He greeted him. Just as he was about to speak, Ryan took the initiative to say, "Long time no see." Friendly and gentlemanly, he stretched out his right hand and walked forward half a step, as if he had really met a long-lost friend.

Lance held Ryan's right hand with his expression unchanged, and sent his shoulder forward. The two hugged each other friendlyly, then separated, and the smile on the corners of his mouth was warm and casual, "It's indeed a long time since the premiere last summer, I haven't seen each other since it was premiered last summer?"

"Last summer premiere", it was like a soft thorn, piercing Ryan's heart, not painful or itchy, but like a thorn in his throat. This is Lance, who always knows how to make others uncomfortable without showing any trace.

But Lance seemed to have not noticed Ryan's pause, and then said, "In the past six months, you can hear your news every now and then. Now it's finally time to harvest." The blue eyes flashed with a warm halo, as if there was no difference from the polite words of other social occasions, but only Ryan could see a hint of provocation, a hint of sarcasm, a hint of freedom in the unfathomable blue, and the condescending calmness pierced Ryan's chest quickly and accurately, but before Ryan could even react, the weapon was taken back.

Lance turned to look at Tucker and Jason, greeted each other one by one, shook hands, and hugged each other, so familiar that he was like a real friend.

Jason looked at Lance in front of him, trying to find a slight fluctuation or mask-like hypocrisy in his expression, but he failed. This made him cheer up and look at Lance with a smile, "Isn't it you who really became the focus of the media? In the past two months, almost everyone has been discussing your work, and when he hears his ears, it's yours tonight."

Compared to Ryan and Tucker, Jason was unexpectedly calm and calm, which made the smile on the corner of Lance's mouth even more brilliantly outline. In a trance, it seemed like he had returned to London. In the midst of the continuous rainy haze, his love for movies shone like a beam of sunshine, becoming a bridge of their friendship, "So, did you vote for me?"

The jokes between friends made Jason's heart tremble slightly and flew in a flash.

Before Jason could answer, Lance chuckled and let the joke just now disappear. "I heard that your next work will be released in April soon, and I am very looking forward to it." The early publicity of the "Saharan Cavalry" has been in full swing for more than a month, which is also the reason why Penelope and Matthew attended the high-profile meeting tonight. "I hope you have good luck." Lance raised his right hand, with his index finger and middle finger intertwined. "The ceremony is about to begin, I am ready to enter the venue, where are you?"

Ryan originally wanted to respond. Social occasions were always about going back and forth, but he thought about it and found that there was no more news about "City of Sin" and "Boy Scouts vs. Zombies" recently, so he couldn't find a foothold. It was just this moment of pause and missed the opportunity. "You enter the venue first. I still need to go over to see a few friends, and see you in the venue later."

"There is also Oscar Night." Lance added that he was having a lot of chatting and laughing, and it seemed like he was talking to friends without any flaws.

Ryan also chuckled, "Of course, no one wants to miss Oscar Night." The cheerful attitude looked perfect.

Then, Lance nodded and smiled at Tucker and Jason, took two steps back, then turned around and walked towards the banquet hall. The etiquette of advancing and retreating could not find any fault. That calmness seemed to be the most powerful weapon, which made Ryan feel heavy pressure. Once upon a time, it was his weapon and his pride.

Jason looked at Lance's turn and hesitated, his steps had already moved impulsively, "Lance." Jason shouted, which made Lance stop and cast a puzzled look. The countless thoughts in Jason's mind could not find an accurate thread at all. He was not even sure why he called Lance, but was moved by an apology.

sorry.

All this sentence is left in my mind. During the last confrontation at the premiere, he acted like a bastard. He was obviously a perpetrator, but he acted like a victim. He owed Lance an apology, which is true from any angle. However, the words of apology have already flowed to his mouth and were spinning around his tongue, but he could not speak it.

Jason looked at Lance in front of him quietly, calm, gentlemanly and elegant, but there was no familiar cunning or simplicity in his eyes, and all emotions were hidden in the deep blue. This was not the Lance he knew, and he was not the Jason he knew.

Suddenly, all emotions settled down. Jason realized that this was a duel that was destined to be three years ago, with no room for maneuver and no mercy. He had no need to apologize or should have apologized, because from the beginning, he made a choice. The so-called apology was just a discomfort of conscience, an insult to the painful endured by Lance and a denial of his previous choice.

Isn't this the most ridiculous thing? Even apology has become a kind of harm, and they have become enemies who will never stop. What's even more ridiculous is that he killed the former Lance and turned Lance into an invulnerable demon in front of him, but he also killed himself, and everything became unrecognizable.

A word of "sorry" cannot complete redemption and cannot turn back time.

"Good luck." After a circle around the tip of his tongue, he finally said it. Jason stretched out his right hand and looked at Lance quietly.

Lance seemed to notice the miscellaneous and struggle in Jason's eyes. He did not answer immediately, but looked at Jason, this former friend. After a long time, as if a century had passed, Lance finally raised his hand and held Jason's right hand, showed a bright smile, but did not say anything, just nodded, then let go, turned around, and left.

This is a life-and-death struggle, without mercy, mercy, and hesitation. Unless one party dies completely, the struggle will not end. To be continued.
Chapter completed!