Buzz, the audience at the entrance of the Chinese Theater was noisy, and the red carpet tonight had already brought too many surprises, and Jennifer's attendance made people talk. In a trance, it seemed as if the summer vacation was first launched into the North American market five weeks in advance.

"Emerson and Andy are working together, shooting campus violence." Before Lily's words could be finished, Chloe showed a sudden realization, "This is murder!" This line is the last line in the video Lily and the others were shooting. Chloe was deeply impressed. A shy smile appeared on Lily's face, and nodded and gave a positive answer.

"That work is really great." A slightly sophisticated and calm voice came from behind. Lily and Chloe couldn't help but look back, and then they saw a middle-aged man who looked at least thirty-five years old. He was wearing formal suits and ties, and looked a little out of place among the young people. "Matt Irving, I'm from the photography team."

Matt, a trader from the Wall Street Stock Exchange, showed his talent for photography and successfully entered the last five, winning the opportunity to come to Los Angeles to attend the premiere. For this reason, Matt took two days off.

"Please forgive my presumptuousness." Matt said politely, "but I also like Lance's works very much. I have read it three times with a knife." Matt shrugged, "I just heard your conversation, not intentionally."

"I like God's City the most," Lily said immediately, "I ran directly to Salt Lake City to attend Sundance, where I saw Lance with my own eyes." There was no need for more communication, and a common topic completely eliminated the sense of distance between them.

"Lance is really a genius, right?" Emerson couldn't wait to join the topic. "This time, the twelve trailers of the new work were filmed just for promotion. But I can be sure that this is related to the movie, and it may even be a continuation of the film's image and narrative style!" Emerson's words were immediately recognized by a circle of people around him, which made Emerson even more excited. "I wonder if you have carefully looked through the details on the website. There are small ideas everywhere, simple but not simple. This work is absolutely wonderful! I can't wait!"

"Ahhhh!" The screams at the beginning of the red carpet swept over, completely submerging the discussions between Emerson and others. All of them subconsciously turned their heads together, and then they saw Lance who had just walked out of the black sedan.

Lance walked out of the car and stood beside a petite and cute girl. He buttoned the first button of the suit, then held the girl's waist with a slight support, signaling her to take the lead. The girl seemed a little nervous and looked up at Lance, revealing her white neck like a swan. The halo behind her slowly scattered, forming a wonderful bond between the two.

Who is that?

The first problem came to Emerson's mind, and the same problem came to everyone on almost the entire red carpet.

This is a strange face I have never seen before. The tender face can vaguely find a hint of youthful vitality between my eyebrows. The watery big eyes and fair skin have already revealed the potential of the beauty embryo, but the baby face with the remaining fat baby is still as green as a green olive, and it cannot even hide the tension and panic of the first appearance. It is completely a little girl who is in the stage of transforming from a child to a girl.

I searched the child star in my mind, but couldn't find a corresponding name corresponding to this face, which made everyone on the scene fall into a brief confusion. After being stunned, more questions surged: So who is this? What is her relationship with Lance? Is it Lance's niece? Or is it the heroine of Lance's next work?

Emma Stone felt that her skin was on fire, and countless sights were mixed with flashes, making the skin burn. Straws of hot air entered the blood through the pores, catalyzing the blood rushing rapidly, but the reactions in every part of the body began to slow down, as if it took all the strength to move a finger. This made her feel very uncomfortable and couldn't help but start to worry: Is my smile correct? Is my posture correct? Is my footsteps correct? Is my demeanor correct? Is my expression correct?

"Relax, there is just a piece of watermelon in front of you." Lance's voice came from above. Emma raised her head, and then she saw the calm smile on the corner of Lance's mouth. The elegant curve seemed relaxed and natural, and a hint of narrow light appeared at the corner of her eyes. This made Emma couldn't help it and burst into laughter. But then she realized that she was under the attention of everyone and quickly curled her smile. But at this moment she realized that everyone was aiming at her, and all her eyes were focused on her. The curiosity and exploration in her eyes were not covered. She seemed to be curious about her identity, and she seemed to be curious about the meaning of her smile just now. In addition, there were some longings, some yearnings, and some excitement.

Emma knew that they were not crazy about themselves, but about the man around them. After realizing this, Emma suddenly calmed down because they were not much different from her. She raised her head and looked at the man around her again, and her panic slowly settled down. The inexplicable sense of security made everything become friendly.

Lance bent down slightly, and Xu held Emma's waist and signaled her to take steps first. Emma got the courage from that smile, so she raised her right foot. The heat transmitted from the red carpet slowly softened the stiff muscles, as if everything was getting better and better. Emma raised her head for the third time, and then saw the man shrinking his pace, following her, following her side, step by step, like a guardian knight.

So she took another step.

"She is so beautiful." Chloe sighed loudly, and Lily nodded repeatedly, "She seems to be younger than you. Fourteen or fifteen?" Chloe whispered, but his eyes did not leave at all. "When you grow up, you must be a beauty. What is the relationship between her and Lance?"

"Ahhhh!" The scream erupted again, interrupting Chloe's thoughts. She turned her head and found that Lily could not help herself anymore, and screamed in dismay. Although Lance was still a long way from them, and he had to pass through the audience and reporters' level before appearing in front of them, Lily could not control her inner emotions and shouted loudly to vent the surging in her mind. Not only Lily, but even Emerson, Andy and others whistled, and screamed one after another.

The smile on the corner of Chloe's mouth bloomed, and finally put her hands beside her mouth and shouted loudly, "Ahhhh!" The simplest syllable put the emotions in her heart to the greatest extent.

Matt seemed very reserved and out of place when he stood beside him. He was thirty-seven years old this year and had already passed that stage. He was obviously no longer suitable for him. But even so, the storm in his blood and the storm in his chest were not at all different. It was not until this moment that Matt felt truly real: all this was happening, really happened. He came from the boring pile of numbers on the New York Stock Exchange to the center of Vanity Fair where the spotlight was shining, and Lance was less than twenty steps away.

The surging screams and shouts had begun to lose control, and even the crowd began to move slowly with Lance's progress. The surging enthusiasm was venting down towards Lance like a volcano erupting, and it kept slapping towards Lance like a storm. The thunderous echo made the Chinese theater start to shake.

It was not for Tom Cruise, nor for Martin Scorsis, but for Lance, just for Lance. After laying the foundations of three works and the appearance of "killing with a knife", Lance really stood in front of the stage, won attention, and also won love. The name "Lance Lot Strello" began to have its own appeal for the first time. Quietly, the world changed a different appearance.

Emma felt that she was about to be squeezed out, not in the physical sense, but in the psychological sense. The heat waves surging from all directions seemed to have no end. All of this was coming towards the same man, which made Emma feel a little excited.

Suddenly, the naturally swinging left hand accidentally touched a slightly cold skin, which was a little rough, and it caused goose bumps on the back of Emma's left hand like static electricity. Her eyes drooped, and then she saw Lance's slender fingers, which were covered with a layer of shiny halo in the bloody setting sun. The back of the left hand was burning hotly as if it was scalded by boiling water.

"Emma Emma!" A call tried to stop Emma's progress, but found that Emma was stunned and could only gently grab Emma's shoulder and pull back. Emma then came to her senses and took two steps back. Then Lance's right hand relaxed, "Emma, ​​the interview position has arrived."

Emma nodded in a vague way, then stood calmly beside Lance and smiled at the camera. But after posing in a position, she heard Lance's low magnetic laughter, "Emma, ​​relax, you look like a Venetian mask like this, relax."

Emma couldn't help but be stunned. Then she saw the reporters in front of her chuckling with tolerance. She raised her head and saw the curve of the corners of Lance's laughable mouth. This made her bit her lower lip in annoyance, and then she simply bared her teeth and showed a big smile in a slight smile. This slightly childish behavior made the reporters even more happy.

This brief episode also made Emma completely relax and laughed heartily. Although her debut in front of the media was not perfect, it was very real. This is her.

"Lance, who is she?" The reporter asked the question, and Emma then felt the gentleman's gaze of Lance fall on her shoulders, so Emma straightened her back and smiled confidently, "Emma Stone, I am Emma Stone." To be continued.
Chapter completed!