"Sorry, sorry." George's voice sounded above his head. Lance raised his head and saw the panic and astonishment on his face. Obviously, George did not expect that he would fall down straight.

Lance pushed away George's attempt to help his right hand, stood up by himself, subconsciously touched his suit pocket, but did not find what he was looking for. His brows couldn't help but leaned slightly closer to the middle. He still regarded this place as 2015, but now it's 2002, and he should be used to this change. But soon, his eyebrows stretched out again, and then he let out a light breath, completely calming down all the chaos.

Even if he has experienced it once, the second time still does not mean that he is familiar with it; however, at least he is not without any experience.

The last time he appeared at the funeral, he made a fatal mistake, immersed in the joy and chaos of traveling and traveling, put all his energy on concealing his feet, and ignored everything that happened at the funeral. He forgot how Ryan colluded with others, betrayed himself, used tricks to expel himself from the company, and left the house in vain; he also forgot how George pretended to be a best friend, but secretly stole the copyright of his works, and secretly colluded with Ryan to ensure that he had rotted in the abyss without anything... He even left a bunch of messes and left, allowing Diorama Film to grow stronger and stronger, and in the end he could not compete.

He won't and can't make the same mistake again!

After calming down, Lance found that a scrutiny gaze was falling on him, as if he was exploring his current abnormality inside and outside. Lance knew that this was George's sight. He was a smart man and an extremely smart one. He could not detect his abnormality.

However, unlike the second life, this time Lance was not panicked at all, but turned his head calmly, looked at George's eyes calmly, and faced the in-depth exploration. He gently raised the corner of his mouth, outlining a teasing smile, and began to examine every detail in George's expression, as if he wanted to peek out what George's true thought was hidden under this "most friends" mask.

George was indeed looking at Lance in front of him, his heroic eyebrows, blue eyes, handsome nose bridge, and thin lips were outlined like ink paintings. His ink-like medium and short hair was neatly and obediently combed into a 28-minute back. The elegant and cold temperament between his eyebrows had a fatal attraction, which made people couldn't help but be amazed.

Even though George had known Lance for so long, he was still no exception. He could only sigh that God had too much favoritism for this man. His angular face, three-dimensional and resolute facial features, almost every line was meticulously crafted, no matter from any angle, it met the most demanding aesthetic standards; but those clear and bright eyes had a kind of fragility that was about to be broken, as if he could never hurt others, but others could easily hurt him. The temperament that blended wildness and gentleness made people admire the Creator's magical skills.

However, Lance in front of him seemed a little strange, shedding her vitality and tenderness in youth, and shedding her decadence and frustration in the trough. Most importantly, the absolute trust that belongs to friendship seemed to become hazy with the fragility in her eyes. Lance was standing in front of him, but George felt that Lance was sometimes far and sometimes close, floating, as if it was elusive.

This was not the Lance that George knew. This made George's heart tighten again. Could it be that Lance really noticed his secret?

Just as George was about to test it out, Lance spoke first, and the smile on the corner of his mouth burst out a little, bringing out a hint of cunning and joking, "Don't fall in love with me."

One sentence made George stunned, then he sneered and punched Lance on the shoulder, "Get out!" This is the Lance he is familiar with. So, just his illusion just now?

"Now you look like you're crawling out of the garbage dump!" Lance continued to tease, his eyes drooping slightly, concealing his brief panic, and then quickly raised his gaze again, looking at George, who had regained his grace and calmness. If it weren't for the fist marks on his face and the slightly swollen corners of his mouth, it would have been impossible to notice his embarrassment.

But Lance knew that the thief who was wrapped in this gentleman's skin was a treacherous, shameless thief, so there was absolutely no mistake in the two punches he just gave George, which was a little interest in advance. However, George was not the main object he had to deal with today, Ryan was, and he and George had a lot of time to settle slowly.

"Who hit those two punches just now?" Lance's words successfully attracted George's attention and complained fiercely.

Lance didn't buy it at all, and said with confidence, "You deserve it, and you raised the topic of taboo."

George noticed a trace of bitterness in Lance's smile, turned to look at Gwyneth, who was gradually moving away in the distance, and let go of the last doubt in his heart, and raised his hands, "Brother, my fault is completely mine." This sentence made both of them chuckled, as if they were smiling and waving their grudges, "But, man, you punched too hard just now, and those who don't know thought we were two of us turning against each other."

Lance raised his eyebrows gently, "Who knows, maybe one day, we will be."

Quiet or quiet, Lance and George's eyes intersected, and the air seemed to solidify. After about a second, the corners of the mouths of the two loosened at the same time, and then they burst into laughter. The tacit understanding between friends surged in the laughter, as if they had returned to the best time.

Lance patted George on the shoulder and pointed to the crowd that was gradually gathering not far away, "Let's go, everyone is already here. If we don't go, we will be late." Lance noticed Ryan and Barry who were talking. There was not much time left for him. He had no time to bother George here. He had to join the funeral as soon as possible. If he remembered correctly, Ryan had a purpose in attending this funeral!

George naturally had no objection, and Kuaibu and Lance took steps towards the crowds.

Carrel Reitz was one of the most important directors after World War II. In the 1950s, he became a representative figure of the free film movement as a film critic and documentary director. His works such as "Young Du Fury", "Morgan", and "French Lieutenant's Woman" are all considered excellent works in film history.

But objectively speaking, as a director, Carrell has limited influence, but today's funeral seems very lively, and many important people from Hollywood attended. In his previous life, Li Jin did not understand the twists and turns and was puzzled; but now, he knows very clearly that in similar occasions, the important ones are never the deceased, but the attendees.

In short, funerals are held for the living.

After expressing regret to the owner of today's funeral, Lance began to look around, and while taking a breath and calming down, he also tried to find out the true purpose of Ryan's attendance from the surging crowd.

George's voice came from the side, "I'll say hello to my two friends." Lance turned around and looked over George's gaze, then saw the figures of Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston. Lance also tapped his chin gently, saying hello.

Retracting his gaze, Lance looked around and couldn't find any clues. There were many important people who came to the scene today, and each of them might be Ryan's target person. The possibility and uncertainty rose sharply. He only knew that Ryan was definitely not just for the funeral, but he didn't know where to start.

After thinking for a while, Lance decided to take the initiative, and he took a step towards where Ryan and Barry were.

Ryan soon saw Lance's figure. It was not easy to ignore Lance. What's more, after Lance appeared today, he had a lot of thought and always paid attention to Lance's every move. Now Lance suddenly walked towards him, which caught Ryan off guard. He had anticipated many possibilities, and the possibility of a head-on collision was undoubtedly the lowest, but it really happened now. Every step closer to Lance's pace made Ryan's heart beat faster.

"Put all the shooting work in Tokyo? Do you know there are pros and cons. Are you sure there is no problem?" Barry's voice forced Ryan to quickly withdraw his attention. Compared to Lance, Barry was the most important thing. Ryan chuckled twice, and while concealing his panic, his mind quickly settled down.

Ryan was just a sudden move of Lance, but in fact, he knew clearly that he was the winner in the competition with Lance. So, the smile on his face quickly returned to freedom. "Barry, we all know that overseas shooting is not an easy task. If possible, we are willing to stay in Los Angeles for studio shooting. In fact, I think little Tokyo in San Francisco is a wise choice. But if there is any need to do overseas shooting, believe me, we are absolutely ready."

Ryan spoke a little faster than usual. Barry immediately noticed the abnormality and sensitively noticed the distraction of Ryan's gaze. He turned his head naturally, and then saw the oncoming Lance, which made Barry's smile appear on the corner of his mouth. His gaze looked back and forth between Lance and Ryan meaningfully, and made a little bit of position politely and silently, becoming a bystander.

While speaking, Lance had already arrived in front of Ryan and Barry. His face was full of social smiles, and the gentleman stretched out his right hand politely, "Mr. Mayer, I'm glad to see you." He gently shook Barry's right hand, and he turned politely in another direction, "Hey, Ryan, we're meeting again."

Ryan was obviously not mentally prepared, so Lance stood calmly in front of him, with a perfect smile on his face, and a hint of familiarity between friends. He would not be too deliberate or too alienated, as if nothing had happened before. This kind of Lance made Ryan's back have goose bumps.

Lance's right hand was placed in front of him with a straight face, without any rush, embarrassment, or awkwardness, but just stretched in the air plainly and politely, waiting for his response without any arrogance. Ryan soon realized that in front of Barry, he was the one who had not reached out for a long time, and he quickly stretched out his right hand and then held Lance's slightly cold palm, "Long time no see, Lance."
Chapter completed!