Chapter 928 Beautiful Night
“A kind of purity, a kind of simplicity.”
“Everyone can feel the infinite enthusiasm. They really like movies. Movies are not only about Regardless of the box office and salary, no matter what the movie is, every movie carries a person's memories and emotions. They are willing to spend time and energy to delve into it and enrich their spiritual world. At the same time, it also makes movies and art not so far away. Closely related to life."
"Even those Americans living in Los Angeles are no longer just puppets praising the machine, they seem to have finally got a soul."
Hahaha. .
Scarlett's random comments made Anson burst into laughter.
Anson looked at Scarlett, "So, which puppet, Pinocchio or the Mad Hatter?"
This time it was Scarlett's turn to laugh out loud, "Pinocchio" ? I guess. Oh, God, imagine a group of Pinocchios with ever-growing noses gathering together to compliment each other, what a scene?”
Not only Scarlett, but Anson also shuddered: the picture!
Scarlett looked at Anson’s wide eyes and smiled very exaggeratedly.
Brilliant and wanton laughter echoed under the night sky in Cannes. Obviously, the night of the movie was not over yet.
Tonight, Cannes Beach Cinema is screening a black and white classic from the golden age of Hollywood, "A Letter from an Unknown Woman."
This movie, released in 1948, is adapted from the novel of the same name. It tells the story of a secret love. He only had a night of fun with her, but she was devoted to him for a lifetime.
Love movies like this can often be seen in Asian movies, but in European and American movies, such a subtle, long-lasting and poignant love is rare. It is precisely because of this that the movie can stand out in history. It occupies a unique position in the river.
At the end of the movie screening, you can clearly feel that the men and women on the beach are slightly sad, and the French are immersed in the mood of romantic love.
However.
"...No, I can't do it. If you like it, you just like it, if you don't like it, you don't like it. I hope I can say it out loud, simply. I can't hide my feelings, let alone for the rest of my life." Si Carrie's stance was very firm, she shook her head and expressed her resistance with all her body.
Anson laughed dumbly, "Maybe it doesn't suit your personality, but at least you can appreciate the beauty behind such a story."
Scarlett thought for a while, "No."
Anson, "Haha."
Scarlett was very calm, "What's wrong, you told me tonight that we need to dare to express ourselves, don't you?"
Anson raised his hands in surrender, "Of course, you are right. We are in different situations Age sees the world differently."
Scarlett raised her head and glanced at Anson, "Are you complaining that I'm too young?"
Anson, "Isn't that the case? A good thing?"
Scarlett looked at Anson carefully, but finally couldn't help it, and the corners of her mouth raised, "Just think of it as a good thing. Thank you for tonight. I’m back.”
When the words came to my mouth, I stopped talking.
The night breeze blows, and the hazy and ambiguous light falls down, slowly outlining the figures of the two people. The night between them gradually disappears. The fingers of the two people touch each other in a subtle way, a kind of Subtle throbbing spread quietly in the air, and the heartbeat became more and more obvious.
Scarlett stared at Anson and did not turn around to enter the room. She was a little hesitant and impulsive. Her eyes inadvertently passed Anson's lips. She seemed to think of something and immediately dodged away in a hurry, trying to hide it. Cover up.
Plop, plop.
The heart beats like a drum.
Just when Scarlett was hesitant, Anson's figure came down and shrouded her so tightly that Scarlett felt that her heart was going to explode. Closer, closer.
The distance is so close that you can clearly feel the temperature coming from the surface of your skin, which easily destroys your sanity and almost drives you crazy.
Anson's deep and mellow voice was slightly hoarse, like a cello playing in the night, "Good night, underage girl."
The next second, Anson turned around and stepped forward.
Scarlett's ears suddenly turned red, and the cold air surged in, instantly surrounding her. Her eyes widened, looking at Anson's back, unable to believe what was happening in front of her, "I'm nineteen years old, nineteen years old!" "
Anson's voice came from the corridor, "No one can refuse youth, right? Haha, hahaha."
Scarlett:? ? ?
Laughter surged in the corridor, Scarlett stood there, her breath stuck in her throat.
But after regaining consciousness, Scarlett suddenly realized that her emotions just now were not hidden, and Anson had seen through them. She looked at Anson’s back and shouted loudly, "So, you don’t dare to , right?”
With one sentence, Anson turned around and faced Scarlett, but he did not stop and backed away, "Shhh. Let the Cannes matter stay in Cannes."
Scarlett was stunned. , is this considered a "Cannes holiday"? The smile on his lips rose slightly, and he watched Anson's figure disappear in the corridor with a bright mood. Then he turned and entered the room, looked at the moonlit window, and involuntarily ran all the way, rushed to the hotel balcony, and looked down.
Wait, wait.
Then, Anson's figure could be seen appearing on the street at a glance. The night was slightly cold. Anson shrank his shoulders and walked forward with light steps.
The streets are a little cold, but you can still see some scattered movie fans wandering on the streets with beers in their hands, loudly discussing the movie in Italian, and the passionate emotions can be seen in the Italian pronunciation. He was extremely cheerful, but was interrupted by curses in French.
Anson looked back at the Italians who were arguing until their faces turned red, then continued to move forward, gradually disappearing into the night.
Scarlett has been standing there, staring at the back of the figure quietly until she can no longer see it, but she still does not leave, but looks up at the moonlight scattered all over Cannes. color.
Tonight’s Cannes is more beautiful than ever.
The hustle and bustle of the film festival continues. From morning to late night, 24 hours a day, the enthusiasm of the audience can be felt in every corner.
Karl Rivette soon heard rumors on the streets of Cannes:
Anson appeared in a certain screening room to watch which movie, which movie Anson appeared in the queue waiting to enter, Anson appeared in the market exhibition hall to collect movie brochures, and so on.
If someone had told Karl such rumors five days ago, Karl would have been dubious -
Are you sure this is not a big show?
A kind of public relations, a show, a marketing of public image?
Otherwise, why would Anson be so high-profile? Anson was being discussed throughout Cannes, and he was deliberately seen in various public places?
It's not that Carl is paranoid, but the nature of the entertainment industry is that the scenes people see may not necessarily be what actually happened.
It is not uncommon for actors to contact reporters or paparazzi, stage photos in advance, and deliberately create scandals/news in the entertainment industry.
But when he was really in Cannes, standing on the streets and looking at it with his own eyes, Karl knew that this was true.
Everything is true, that is Anson, an Anson who does not defend himself and insists on himself freely.
(End of this chapter)