"'City of God'?" Esan chewed the name carefully, "Does this refer to Rio?"

Lance chuckled, "It can be said yes, or not. I want to read a book. This is actually the name of a slum in Rio, but obviously, Brazilians have always believed that God created Rio on the seventh day, so I think it is correct to call Rio 'City of God'."

Ethan held the beer's hand and stopped in the air, pushing the black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, "This is an interesting beginning. But, remind me, why am I interested in this work?" After saying that, Ethan took a sip of the beer, with a satisfying brisk expression on his face.

"If I say that this work was written and directed by me, does it count?" Lance's unexpected answer made Ethan pause, and a strange expression appeared on his face, and he said, "You know I'm not a judge this year, right?" This straightforward question made Lance chuckle, "Believe me, if you were a judge this year, then I wouldn't say that."

Ethan thought quietly, then shrugged, "Fair enough."

"The misfortune in the world always has different ways. The pain of birth, old age, sickness and death always makes us feel helpless. The displacement brought about by the turmoil of war makes personal power extremely small, and there are also poverty and lack of education. "Lance only took a few words to make Ethan look at him and looked at Lance seriously, "Even if it is the same slum, different countries and regions have different problems. The City of God is a city that is attached to God, a city that is cursed by God, or a city that is forgotten by God."

Although Lance did not mention any specific content of the movie "City of God", the smile on Ethan's face became meaningful, "Forget it, this is a very light word, but it has extremely powerful power."

"It's like Machu Picchu." Lance's voice paused Ethan, thinking seriously in his mind, raised his eyes and looked at Lance who had taken a big sip of beer in front of him, showed a big smile and nodded, "Yes, it's like Machu Picchu."

Lance noticed the affirmation and curiosity in Ethan's eyes. It can be seen that Ethan was indeed interested in "City of God". Lance drank the beer in one breath and placed the bottle on the bar. "By the way, my work is also a documentary - at least that's what I think."

After saying that, Lance slapped the table, asked the bartender to come and collect the bottle, and then waved his hand to Ethan, "I'm going to see 'My Flesh', of course, I need a little fresh air too. ┞╟ to read ┝┢Book 1┟" Then, Lance turned around and left without any pause.

Ethan stood there, his eyes hiding behind the black-framed glasses were flashing slightly, his eyes were reluctant to leave Lance's background for a long time, but the smile on the corner of his mouth revealed his true thoughts at the moment, "This is really an interesting guy."

Leaving the warmth of the spring-like room, the biting cold wind outside suddenly woke up the chaotic brain, and the alcohol that had just been drunk quickly rolled up. Lance found Percy standing alone in the corner, and the two went to the cinema together, bought two tickets for "My Flesh and Blood" and disappeared under the hazy sky.

The movie was over, but Lance did not leave immediately, but sat on a chair and sat quietly. He placed his hands crossed on his knees, rubbing the lines on his fingers carefully, and the thoughts in his mind were constantly surging. The greatest power of the documentary is that all this is real, without any modification or adjustment, everything is real in life. This power comes from life and reality, powerful and cruel, fierce and bloody.

This is one of the charms of movies. This art form that comes from life and is higher than life can always allow people to taste different tastes of ups and downs in different ways, and also allow people to see a completely different new world, and then return to their own thoughts.

"Gentlemen, sorry, the next screening will begin ten minutes later. If you are going to continue watching, please re-enter. ┡┟┟┠To read the book 1kanshu.┞"

The guide at the cinema came over, and the low voice trembled slowly in the air. Lance's eyes keenly captured the figure of the visitor, cleaned up his emotions early and calmed down. He looked up and nodded to the guide, indicating that he understood the situation, and then stood up.

After taking a step, Lance noticed that Percy was still sitting on the chair. When he turned around, he saw Percy's handsome face quiet and silent. No words were spoken. The face without a smile seemed stiff and cold, and the pain in the depths of his eyes was gently surging. "Percy." Lance's voice awakened Percy. He cleaned up his emotions in a little embarrassed manner, stood up in panic, followed behind Lance, and left the screening room.

Standing at the entrance of the cinema, snowflakes began to float again in the sky. The snowflakes as big as rice grains were surging, like dandelions flying in the air, falling everywhere with the breeze. The steps paused at the door, looked around, and Lance took a step towards the coffee house across the street.

At this point, a cup of coffee is obviously more helpful than alcohol.

There are not many customers in the coffee house. After all, this is the Sundance Film Festival, and the movie is the main character. It is the main supporting role. Coffee can only be considered as a adjustment at most. ┡Watch ┞┡Book 1kanshu. ┠Most people will not choose to stay in the coffee house to spend time. At most, they just buy a cup of coffee, and then rush to the cinema to join the carnival. Therefore, the house is a little deserted. However, the quiet breath gives the brain time to relax.

The scent of coffee gradually settled in the air, and the snowflakes outside the window became bigger and bigger, but the crowds in sight were still coming and going, making this quiet town extremely prosperous. It almost had an illusion, as if it was New York's Broadway Avenue, with tourists and traffic.

The hot coffee gradually cooled down, and the boiling brain gradually calmed down. A low sound suddenly came from the left back of the body, breaking the tranquility of this small world. "Sorry, girl, if you don't consume here, can you please get out of this position? We need to maintain normal business."

The voice was not ostentatious and very polite, but the content of the words was not that gentle, and it seemed a little harsh in the peaceful atmosphere. In normal times, Lance would not meddle in other people's business, but this was Sundance, who was gathered with tomorrow's stars. Lance's temporarily empty brain reflexedly split a trace of thoughts and noticed the conversation behind him.

"I'm sorry, I've disturbed your normal business." The voice seemed a little tender, with a hint of hoarseness that was not consistent with my age. It sounded like a bad girl who was smoking, but the voice was timid and hesitant. However, the overall idea was clear, and I didn't deliberately pretend to be pitiful, rational and humble, "My mother will come here soon, I'm waiting for her here. Can't it?"

"Sorry, no." The waiter's answer was simple and clear, "This is not Disneyland, we have not arranged a service to receive children." This statement seemed very harsh.

However, Lance showed a playful smile because the girl's voice sounded a little hoarse, but the waiter treated her as a child. This age conflict made Lance a little curious about her real age.

The girl seemed to have a temper, "But there are so many places in the coffee shop now, right?" However, the complaining voice seemed a little lacking in confidence, and it revealed her immature age from here, and she was still a child after all.

"I'm really sorry." The waiter's words remained polite, but the content was not inclined. "I must invite you to leave, please don't force me to use violent means." The decisive attitude has gained the upper hand in momentum. It can be seen that if they didn't care about the special situation of the other party's minor, they would have used tough means.

Lance was a little curious about the girl's reaction, but after waiting for a while, he didn't hear anything reply. He couldn't help but glance back, and then he saw a little girl, about twelve or three years old, with her dark red hair combed into two braids hanging down on her shoulders. Her facial features that were not yet opened still had some baby fat. She looked like a child growing up on the farm, and she was completely a red-haired girl, but her eyes were very distinctive, shining with vitality, and jumping between her eyebrows, adding a lot of points to her overall appearance.

She stood up at this time and clenched her fist angrily. The rapid breathing could tell that her emotions were surging at this time, but when she stood in front of the waiter, she was not yet in the other party's chest. From body shape to age to momentum, she could not act rashly.

But the interesting thing is here. Even if I can't gain the upper hand, the girl still did not retreat. She stared at her big eyes without showing any signs of weakness, which made the waiter dare not move for a moment.

Retracting his gaze, Lance raised his right hand and snapped his fingers, and then the waiter's voice came over, "Sir, please wait." Then, he lowered his voice and said, "Sorry, you must leave, I mean, immediately!" After leaving a fierce scolding, he quickly walked over, with a polite and humble smile on his face, and the gentle tone firmly followed the creed of "the customer is God." "Hello, is there anything I can help you?"

Lance did not look up, but took out his wallet from his pocket and pulled out a ten-dollar bill. The waiter reached out and took it with his hands, with a kind smile on his face, waiting for Lance's instructions. Then, Lance also smiled slightly and said modestly and politely, "Please give the lady behind me a cup of caramel macchiato, thank you."

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