Gwyneth thought she wanted to get back with her... George thought she was a close friend with him... But George also knew that she and Ryan had an irreconcilable grudge... Formal and serious occasions... Mr. Reise...

Countless chaotic thoughts rush around in the brain, and countless trivial information stirred up storms in the mind. His panic just now had nothing to do with Gwyneth himself, but because of the many information leaked inadvertently in her words, it triggered a chain reaction, which made Lance suddenly realize that something seemed to be wrong.

Dreams and reality have been completely confused. He can't tell the difference at all now. Lance closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then took a deep breath again, forcing himself to calm down. Don't pay attention to the traitor around him for the time being, first grasp the situation clearly.

Opening his eyes again, Lance began to look at the surroundings. It was obviously a cemetery. The simple tombstones were arranged in an orderly manner. The emerald green bushes rolled at the end of their sight. The sycamore trees behind him were still lush with branches and leaves, and the air was filled with dry smells of midsummer.

About fifty yards ahead, black suits and black dresses gathered together in clusters, like small clouds scattered in groups of three or three. In the center, you can vaguely see a light brown rectangular coffin with various bouquets piled up around it... People whispered in a low voice and whispered together were not noisy, but those delicate whispers were connected together, but there was an indescribable depression and irritability, as if you could feel the heaviness of mourning between your eyebrows.

This is a funeral, obvious.

Looking down at your outfit, a suitable black suit with an ivory white shirt, just a little turn of your body, you can feel the soft fabric of the suit tightly wrapping the muscles. The tight shoulder lines, the obsessive waist lines, the delicate threads, etc. all imply that this is a valuable high-quality custom Italian handmade suit.

Turning to look at George standing next to him, his face still looked embarrassed and tried to make some harmless jokes to regain the embarrassment and embarrassment of the sudden situation just now. He was naturally wearing a decent black suit. Looking at the far end, Ryan stood beside Warner Bros. CEO Barry Meyer. Both of them looked a little heavy and depressed, but the dialogue was very close. Not far away, Meryl Streep and Jeremy Irons put their hands in front of them and whispered to Betsy Blair, with calm mourning on Betsy Blair.

A light flashed in my mind, and Lance suddenly understood that this was a funeral, the funeral of the famous director Karel Reisz, because Betsy was his widow!

However, Lance understood, but was confused. How could he appear at this funeral? Although Carrell's funeral was also in the summer of 2002, it was held two weeks after he left Diorama. Last moment, he was still at the door of Diorama's office building, and the next moment he appeared at the funeral two weeks later? This...

Is this another dream?

Lance really feels that his second life is about to end. Recently, dreams are getting more and more frequent. Sometimes he dreams of his life when he was still Li Jin. At midnight, he is busy in the editorial room with his colleagues until dawn, just to catch up with the deadline; sometimes he dreams of his life after he becomes Lancelot, sitting blankly on the empty seat of the New York subway, stepping on the early morning moonlight back to the ruined apartment in Brooklyn...

Dreams are becoming more and more frequent and more real, so that he can't tell clearly what is real and what is illusory, just like being in a story of "Inception".

However, it was the first time to come to this funeral in the dream! The first time for the first time! This was the place where he went from Li Jin to Lancelot, and it was also where his two lives intersected and began to separate again. Could it be that his life really came to an end? The "legendary experience" of his two lives was about to come to an end here?

At the beginning, his name was Li Jin, a Chinese man with a strong root, a fan of movies and music. After graduating from college, he entered an online media, hoping to become an entertainment editor and wander in the world of movies, but he did not want to be arranged to run for social news. On a hot summer, he found a little girl fell into the water while taking materials. He immediately left his job and bravely saved people... and then died gloriously.

When he thought his life was over and he was about to have tea with God next, he found that he had come to wake up. However, when he woke up, he was no longer Li Jin, but Lance - Strello - who was attending Carrel Reise's funeral. When he realized that he had come to pass through and cross, he became one of the countless pass through and cross troops in the novel. Ecstasy instantly submerged him, almost causing him to lose control.

However, the "Legend" part of the legendary experience ends here.

The big pie that won the second chance to change his life suddenly knocked him unconscious. He took it for granted that after passing through/through, he could use his prophet's ability to show off his strength, and then become a top existence that calls for the wind and rain all over the world, possesses supreme power in Hollywood, and becomes a big winner in life.

But ideals are full, reality is skinny. The cruel reality quickly gave him a bucket of cold water - or should be said to be ice water.

After the funeral, the memories of Lancelot in his mind were never integrated, and they still existed more as Li Jin. In order to avoid exposing his background in front of his acquaintances, he fled Los Angeles in a hurry and went to New York, hoping to find a good opportunity to rise in Gotham City and then create an era of his own.

But soon, Li Jin discovered the cruelty of reality. His understanding of the entertainment industry was too one-sided and too simple. He could not write scripts by watching movies, nor could he shoot movies by himself after studying movies repeatedly, nor could he know which movie can succeed and take over the nest... What is needed for film art creation is not only talent, but also background and knowledge, as well as opportunities and luck!

The fierce competition in the American film industry almost made him unable to find a gap. He was like a small boat in a storm. Before he could think of a solution, he was flooded by waves one after another and completely lost himself.

What's even more terrifying is that whenever he gets some opportunities, he will lose his job for some unknown reason.

He once relied on his own efforts to reach the threshold of Broadway, but the opportunity disappeared silently and even suffered a devastating blow. In the worst case, he got an opportunity to direct an independent Broadway drama. As a result, three days before he was about to take the stage, the behind-the-scenes investors decided to withdraw their investment, and the entire crew fell apart. He was not only missing an opportunity, but more importantly, he became infamous for destroying a drama that was about to take the stage and never recovered.

He was forced to return to Broadway step by step, and then to Broadway. In the end, even if he was auditioning on Broadway, he still had difficulty finding a performance job for several months. He could only rely on a day cafe waiter and a night teaching performance course to maintain his livelihood, and struggled on the road to pursuing his dreams.

Originally, Li Jin thought that his luck was used up, and God put all his good luck on the only one pass/travel. His dream would eventually be locked in the bustling and noisy neon shadow of New York; but when Li Jin understood the operating rules of the American entertainment industry, when Li Jin merged Lancelot's memory, when Li Jin really adapted in this time and space, when Li Jin and Lancelot truly became the same person, he understood everything, and the mastermind behind him was not fate, nor God, but Ryan Kavalug.

But unfortunately, he understood too late and he had missed too many opportunities.

After finishing work at around 3 a.m. today, his last memory was to take the early morning subway to Brooklyn, and then fell asleep on the subway in a vague way. One dream after another made him struggle, and then...and now.

So, what is this situation? Is this a dream or a reality?

"Hey, man, don't tell me, you're still suffering from Gwyneth?" George's voice came from his ear intermittently. With a "splash", George hit Lance's shoulder heavily and teased with a smile, "Please, I really didn't mean it just now..."

But before he could finish his words, Lance fell straight backward like a broken puppet, which completely shocked George.

Lance only felt a huge thrust coming from his shoulders. He did not fight against this force, and let the gravity pull his body down. The rapid and fierce feeling of falling suddenly came, his heart contracted violently, and all the sweat hairs on his body stood up. The illusion of the dream faded away like a tide, and the reality of reality hit him, and then he fell to the ground hard. The biting pain swept with gravity, causing the muscles to curl up in a conditioned manner.

This is real, this is not a dream! The whole dream is broken like broken glass. The weight of reality pulled Lance to the bottom of the sea, and then suddenly released and broke through the water surface. Fresh air poured into the brain, and the sharp stinging pain made everything wake up.

This is reality.

He once thought countless times that his dream was just the tip of the iceberg of a mirage. The cruel reality and bloody betrayal slowly and slowly strangled the vitality of his dreams; he had thought countless times that his travels and travels were drowned in the bustling traffic of New York, and he was just an ordinary member of the vast crowd; he had thought countless times that this was all, his unwillingness, his anger, his regret, his boredom, his pain, his struggle... he was so depressed by the darkness and cruelty of society that he had no way to vent.

But now, he has returned to the starting point of 2002, and he has once again won the opportunity to hold his destiny in his own hands! He has once again won the opportunity to re-confront those "friends"! He has once again won the opportunity to rewrite all history! But the difference is that he can clearly see through the truth behind everyone's mask, he can also clearly grasp every context of future development, and most importantly, he is no longer the ignorant rookie.
Chapter completed!