After a cigarette burned out, they re-entered the work of sorting.

Ryan suddenly remembered the time of this cigarette. He could even clearly remember the expression on everyone's face, the angle of sunlight falling through the glass, and the smell of cigarettes in the air. He did not remember the day when Lance was swept out, nor did he think of the day when Diorama Film was founded in the university dormitory, but he remembered the time of this cigarette.

He was not sure whether it was because of this office or for other reasons.

When he walked to the window, the position of the table still did not change, and even the messy appearance seemed familiar. Ryan sat directly on the table, looked at the street view outside the window that was still without any characteristics, and then lit a cigarette. The smoke circled in the sun, as if it had brought time and space back to that morning. The scenery was still the same, things changed, and people were the only one sitting here.

Jason left, really left, without any news, as if he had completely left Hollywood. Ryan once heard that someone had seen Jason at Los Angeles International Airport, but he did not say where he was going, but said he was just enjoying a vacation, and then disappeared, and seemed to have completely cut off all ties from the film industry.

Tucker changed jobs and successfully joined a company called Forty-Two Rens, which is currently one of the top public relations companies in Hollywood. It is not different from the slate public relations company that Dorothy White, a public relations person of Lance. It seems that overnight, Tucker got rid of the shadow of Diorama Film and started a new career again, and his future was bright.

Lance...and Lance, Lancelot-Straello.

"City of Sin", "Killing with a knife", "After the Day", "City of God"... Following the clues of time, after Lance left Diorama Film, he took one step at a time, solid and precise, and devoted one masterpiece after another. The rise of Chaos Film was completely unstoppable. Within three years, Lance completed a height that Diorama Film had not been able to reach in eight years.

Chaos Pictures and Diorama Pictures. Following the clues of time, Ryan couldn't control the thought of "Harry Potter" and "Pirates of the Caribbean". Time has given the answer. These two works have achieved unimaginable success. The former has become a new cultural phenomenon after "Star Wars", deeply affecting the memory of a generation; the latter not only swept the box office of one billion yuan worldwide, but also made the pirate theme regain its glory and even won the Oscar nomination.

If Diorama Film had put these two works into the shooting, what would be the situation today?

Ryan has thought about this matter many times. If he was not so cautious, if he was not so arrogant, if he was not so arrogance, if he was not so arbitrary, if he was not so decisive, if he was not so short-sighted... But now, Ryan is thinking carefully whether Lance's sense of smell about works is really so keen? Even without "Harry Potter", even without "Pirates of the Caribbean", as long as Lance exists, he can still continuously discover more wonderful works. Will the fate of the collapse of "Troy" and "Saharan Cavalry" change accordingly?

If Lance stayed, what would be the situation today?

He regretted it. Suddenly, the regretful emotion was revealed like a letter from a poisonous snake, and it wrapped around his heart fiercely. The surging emotion instantly drowned him so that he could not breathe at all. He could only open his mouth slightly and stiffly remained in place.

The cigarette in his right hand was still burning slowly, and his face began to reveal gray-green little by little due to the spasm-like suffocation. The piercing pain made the muscles of his body tense to the extreme. He wanted to curl up and find the strength to support him, or call for help, but found that he could do nothing.

The left hand clenched into a fist, and the nails slowly pierced into the palm of the palm. A slight tingling pain slowly spread and gradually turned into a biting pain, just as the internal organs were rotting little by little, and tears fell off guard. But he couldn't tell whether it was caused by long-term hypoxia, or because the pain in the palm of the palm was really unbearable, or because he couldn't explain the reason himself.

Then, he completely collapsed.

The body seemed to finally return to control, and the whole person slowly curled up, grabbed his hair firmly with his hands, and trembled all over his body. The pain reached the extreme, and finally he could no longer help but howl and roared with all his strength. But what was ridiculous was that the office was still silent, without any sound, and even a little sound was released in his throat, just opening his mouth wide and exerting all his strength, but it was silent.

"Lance, Lance, Lance..." Ryan couldn't help but chewing on the name carefully. He could hardly remember the first time he met Lance, because his memory was too far away, but he remembered that Lance was mysteriously tinkering with something all day long. At that time, he and Lance had known each other for almost four years, but Lance still couldn't trust him 100% until he took the initiative to ask. Lance only spoke out his thoughts after thinking twice. "If we take the 'train guessing' to North America for distribution, is this a wonderful idea?"

Lance's youthful and tender face appeared in his mind, and his face was a little blurred, but the azure blue eyes flashing with excitement were still as clear as yesterday, excited and excited, expectant and fanatical, eager to try, flashed deep in his pupils. If you close your eyes, you can smell the smell of youth and dreams, which makes people feel excited.

Ten years have passed in a blink of an eye. They are no longer what they were like, and even he doesn't even know him. The appearance of Diorama Film when it was originally established is forever in the vague memory, leaving only a shining halo.

Regret, but can't change any reality.

The cigarette in his hand burned and burned his fingertips, which made Ryan wake up. He threw the cigarette butt into the coffee cup and quietly looked at the veritable ash water. Ryan watched the ash faint slightly on the water for a long time, then raised the cup, took a big sip, and frowned involuntarily.

He put down the cup, wiped the embarrassment on his cheek with the palm of his left hand, and carefully sorted out his clothes. Then Ryan took a step forward, and the "click, click" footsteps echoed in the empty office. The "creaking" sound of pushing the door came, and then the glass door began to sway hard, "creaking, creaking, creaking..." The sound gradually became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely.

The office has returned to quiet, dead silence.

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Chapter completed!