Chapter 926 The blood is boiling
Bang.
A loud noise exploded in his mind, and Karl froze on the spot.
My brain went on strike and stopped functioning. At this time, I had no ideas or concepts. I just stood there subconsciously and stared blankly at this scene——
The night was just right.
The bright moonlight fell gently, passing through the orange street lamps and covering the movie palace with a layer of gauze. The gentle waves were singing softly, and the hustle and bustle of the streets seemed to add a little laziness. A busy day The heat in Cannes faded away, and it slowly became quiet. The spectators who were rushing in and out just slowed down a little at this time.
In the end, only those ardent movie fans are still chattering and lingering, with a cup of coffee, a beer or a cigarette, it doesn't matter even if there is no seat, they can forget themselves standing on the street.
Squandering youth wantonly makes wasting time a unique enjoyment.
This is really rare.
Everyone who comes to Cannes is the media. One or two people have been in the industry for a long time, and they have unknowingly smoothed their edges. Film has become a kind of work, and the former enthusiasm seems to have cooled down in the blood. .
However, film festivals have such a charm.
Everything is about movies, reawakening the dusty love and passion in the corners of the soul. Good movies can make people stay up all night, bad movies can also make people curse, the emotions are so fresh and strong , Dare to love, dare to hate, ups and downs, life becomes hot again, as if spending every day with all the strength of the body.
Quietly, Karl watched this scene quietly.
Then, by some strange coincidence, he took steps towards there.
Although my whole body was sore, my body had already protested; although I was exhausted and my brain was completely on strike; even though I had already decided to return to the hotel to rest.
However, he still seemed to be fascinated and moved closer unknowingly.
——It was indeed Anson.
At this time, Anson was no longer the focus. Several people in front of him were having an impassioned debate. They looked like they were rolling up their sleeves and preparing for a real fight with real swords and guns. They were frothing at the mouth; but Anson also remained focused. From time to time, he would interject a few words, which were concise and to the point.
Maybe Anson is not the focus, but he is always the center and the center of gravity.
Involuntarily, Kaldor glanced at Anson twice, recalling the meeting at the Movie Palace this morning, he was now 100% sure——
The one in the morning was Anson, otherwise how could he be talking about "Dog Town"?
Things are a little subtle.
Anson, it seems, is not that Anson Wood, he is just an ordinary film festival audience. Like them, he passionately defends the movies he likes, and boldly opens the mic for the movies he doesn’t like. Anger, sorrow and joy are all written on his face.
But Anson is still the same Anson. He is the center of attention with every move he makes. At this moment, no one is paying attention to his appearance. It is purely a collision of opinions. No one cares who puts forward the opinions and starts the discussion on the matter. That's all, but Anson's point of view is equally attractive.
So, what kind of charm is that, hormones? Or the brain?
Everything seems magical.
Less than twenty-four hours ago, reporters were lining up in front of the hotel room, hoping to seize the opportunity to interview Anson, but not everyone was able to do so; and now, Anson is right in front of them. Become one of them and engage in passionate debate.
Is this Cannes?
The topic extends from "Dog Town" to "Elephant" to "Father and Son". It is not even limited to this Cannes Film Festival, but spreads to a wider field. The real theme It's a movie, and only a movie.
Carl thought he was overdrawn and all his brain cells had stopped working, but they were discussing whether "A Clockwork Orange" was an offense to the audience and whether "2001: A Space Odyssey" was an offense to the audience. At that time, with a dose of chicken blood, he finally couldn't hold back his voice and joined the topic naturally without any trace of editing.
Fatigue has disappeared; sleepiness has disappeared.
Karl felt that he could fight for another ten days.
The atmosphere is warm. Unknowingly, some people left and others joined. The crowd shrank and grew. Participants came and went, leaving only the movie. They seemed to be able to chat endlessly until dawn.
In Cannes, the movie is the real protagonist and the only protagonist.
No one noticed Anson's departure.
"...Are you sure? Is it really okay to just leave like this? Wouldn't it be rude?" Scarlett was unsure and looked at Anson with surprise on her face.
He followed Anson away, but he still couldn't control himself. He looked back repeatedly, worried that their departure might be discovered.
Anson waved his hand, "Don't worry. Their attention is on the movie."
"But if you keep hesitating, you may be discovered. Run! ”
Without warning, Anson shouted.
Scarlett:? ? ?
"What?" Scarlett was full of questions and panicked, but she still ran along reflexively, "Wait, you can't sneak away by yourself."
Yelling , watching Anson slow down, turn around, and walk backwards, Scarlett bit her lower lip, accelerated and sprinted, surpassing Anson.
Unexpectedly, Anson's long legs were already catching up with him after less than two seconds of lead. This made Scarlett exclaim and run at full speed like a 100-meter sprint.
The two people were running wildly, one behind the other, left and right, with bright and wanton laughter falling on the promenade. Many passers-by looked over, and the flickering light was flowing on the two young faces. The two exchanged glances and ran out of breath again -
Be careful not to be discovered.
Running all the way, after rushing six hundred to seven hundred meters, I finally stopped, panting and sweating profusely.
Scarlett looked at Anson, and Anson looked at Scarlett. Neither of them could hold back, "Hahaha", laughing happily.
Scarlett, "Where are we heading now?"
Anson looked back and said, "When escaping, there is no direction. Be careful!"
Scarlett was startled and looked back, and was about to start again, but found that there was no one behind her. , then realized that he had been fooled, "Even if you need to be careful, it's not me, they are all chasing you, okay?"
Anson spread his hands, "But now you have become my accomplice, Just like Clyde and Bonnie, so you can’t escape even if you don’t want to.”
Scarlett laughed, “So, I am Clyde and you are Bonnie?”
Anson tilted his head, "Didn't I agree that I would be the criminal leader?"
Scarlett did not expect that her ridicule would actually be interpreted to have another meaning. She laughed again, her mouth was dry, her breath was like an ox, her chest was heaving violently, and she looked at Anson bathed in the moonlight, that brilliant The smile is so gentle and so dazzling.
My heart shrank.
Scarlett quickly shifted her gaze and looked at the coastline on the right. The sparkling deep blue ocean stretched quietly and vastly toward the horizon. The stars all over the sky fell down, and the waves were magnificent. In an instant, He cut off his breath, and the exclamation rushed out of his throat involuntarily.
Beautiful.
(End of this chapter)