Chapter 877 Crosstalk
Pa.
A hand pulled at the elevator door, and there was a trivial and hot breathing sound from outside. Like a zombie, the air was successfully stagnant for a short time before the elevator door was about to close.
Wait, is it the doorman?
This is Anson's first visit to the Majestic Barriere Hotel in Cannes, and he is not sure whether he needs to register at the front desk before he can go upstairs to visit the guests.
The next second, a youthful face appeared with a bright smile on his lips. Before he had time to look inside, he was the first to apologize.
"Sorry. I think I can catch up."
The slightly hoarse voice leaked a little sunshine, and it was easy to leave a deep impression.
Anson raised his chin slightly, with a smile in his eyes, "Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry. I think everything can slow down a little on the French Riviera."
Light, bright, lazy and casual.
Voice is a person's business card. Some business cards are special, some are ordinary, and some can leave a deep impression.
Scarlett Johansson was slightly startled: This is...
She looked up suddenly.
Then, Scarlett saw Anson’s handsome and handsome face, the corners of his mouth still had the familiar shallow arc, and there was a faint halo in his eyes——
Not at all Anticipated encounter.
Obviously, not only Scarlett didn't expect it, but Anson didn't either.
The four eyes met. There was a brief moment of shock and surprise in the eyes, and then a smile appeared in a tacit understanding. The laughter was low and swirling in the chest.
Scarlett stood up straight, entered the elevator, gently nodded to Anson, pressed the floor button, and retreated to another corner, occupying one space with Anson on the left and the other on the right. Corner, standing against the wall.
Sight. Cross each other and look at each other quietly.
No one spoke, as if they were filming some spy movie, but it was unclear whether it was "The Bourne Supremacy" or "Mr. and Mrs. Smith."
When Scarlett saw Anson, she gradually realized that she was not surprised -
The news that "Elephant" was shortlisted for the Cannes main competition spread all over the Internet early; however, the world premiere of "Elephant" The ceremony should have been scheduled for the third day, but Anson arrived in Cannes one day early. It must be more than just promoting the movie. Does Anson have other activities on the schedule?
And Anson is guessing the real reason why Scarlett came to Cannes——
If I remember correctly, Scarlett has no works shortlisted for Cannes, not in any unit; could it be that Is it because of "Lost in Translation"? Anson remembered that "Lost in Translation" should have been shortlisted for the Venice Film Festival, so there must be other reasons for Scarlett to come to Cannes.
The eyes crossed and thoughts surged. Before I could speak, there were already various speculations and possibilities in my mind, which continued to collide.
"You..."
In the end, it was Scarlett who spoke first, preparing to ask.
But I didn’t expect——
“Ding”.
The elevator stopped again, interrupting the conversation. This was only the second floor.
Anson and Scarlett both turned their heads and looked forward, the atmosphere was slightly subtle.
Obviously nothing happened, but considering that this is the majestic Barriere Hotel in Cannes and considering that this is the Cannes Film Festival, the celebrities, reporters, colleagues, industry insiders and many eyes and ears coming and going seem to have passed by. Jiang Zhicrucian carp, even if nothing happened, could be interpreted as having infinite possibilities, so he became alert unknowingly, and his nerves were slightly tense.
The person coming is a lady.
About mid-thirties, with shoulder-length light chestnut short hair that looks smart and neat. He wears a white T-shirt with a dark gray plaid suit jacket and finally carries a square, palm-sized carry-on bag, which should be from a famous brand.
You can tell at a glance that he is not a reporter.
The lady's attention was not on Anson and Scarlett. She glanced at the two people briefly, politely nodded her head in greeting, then withdrew her gaze, turned to face the elevator door, and stood directly in front of the two people.
The elevator door slowly closed.
No one spoke, and it seemed that the sound of the rotating cables could still be heard echoing in the elevator shaft. cough.
Anson cleared his throat, "Someone followed me again last night."
Miss:? ? ?
Scarlett:? ? ?
Where did this conversation come from? What happened to Anson?
In just one second, the lady thought of one thing. This is Cannes. There are countless stories during the film festival, including romantic affairs.
So, is this it?
The fire of gossip burned brightly, and the lady's shoulders and neck stiffened slightly. Although she made no special movements, it could still be seen that her attention was tilted and her ears were stretched, lest she miss any details.
Anson noticed it, and so did Scarlett.
Blessed as a soul, Scarlett immediately understood Anson’s prank.
Ha.
The corners of Scarlett's mouth rose with a smile, but she was worried about being exposed, so she quickly closed the corners of her mouth, put on a serious posture, and turned to look at Anson aside.
"Stop being so suspicious."
Scarlett pressed her back against the wall of the elevator, assuming a fully vigilant posture.
Actually, Scarlett knows that the lady in front of her will never look back. The more she eavesdrops, the more she tries to cover up, and the more guilty she is, the less upright she becomes, just like hiding her ears and stealing the bell.
But Scarlett still performed well, imitating the secret agent movie.
This scene fell into Anson’s eyes——
Understanding from heart.
Anson also leaned against the corner, staring ahead, keeping the angle of his head, and even closed his mouth, mumbling in a manner similar to ventriloquism.
"I'm telling you, they're targeting me."
Scarlett also lowered her voice and couldn't help but become curious about the development of the story, "Please, how could anyone recognize you? ?You have had so many plastic surgeries.”
Anson:? ? ?
Anson looked at Scarlett and asked her soul: Me?
Scarlett's face was calm, and she used all her strength to control the corners of her mouth that were about to move, "How many times? Three times?"
Anson tilted his head slightly, "Seven times. "
Scarlett almost burst out laughing and clenched her fists to control herself, "The operation was really successful. Some people said, do you look like a movie star? "
That person in front of you. The lady's eyes widened and her jaw almost dislocated.
Plop, plop.
The heart beats like a drum.
She thought she was very calm, but she had no idea that her upper body was leaning back, becoming more and more obvious, enough to make Michael Jackson's dance steps inferior. All of this fell in the eyes of Anson and Scarlett inside.
Anson glanced at Scarlett, "Oh, those stupid Hollywood stars?"
Poof.
Scarlett almost failed, just a little bit, and finally managed to control herself, "Yes, stupid and arrogant Hollywood stars, this is Cannes, you can blend into the atmosphere here perfectly, and no one will notice. , last night was 100% your illusion."
Anson, "Haha, just like Elizabeth? She thinks so too, what's the result?"
Ms. Elizabeth? Which Elizabeth? Elizabeth Taylor? Elizabeth Sue? Elisabeth Moss? Elizabeth Banks? God, there are so many Elizabeths in Hollywood!
Scarlett, "Elizabeth was so careless that she should not have returned to Zurich."
Wait, Zurich? Is this seeking asylum? Or some espionage activity?
Anson breathed out lightly, "Damn it, I just don't want to bleed out anymore. I've had enough. They'd better not force me anymore."
(End of Chapter)