Chapter 966 Magical Experience
Ah!
At this moment, on the surface, Karl is flipping through the newspaper, raising his hands high, covering his face with the newspaper, solemnly reading the latest issue of the "Wall Street Journal", just like in Europe and the United States. High-end financial professionals who are busy flying.
Ahhhh, ahhhhh.
However, inside the brain, a little Karl was screaming uncontrollably. A group of little Karls were running around in panic like headless flies. The whole world was turned upside down, and everyone covered their cheeks with excitement and fear. A shrill cry was heard.
What could he do, what else could he do but scream?
At this moment, the man on the left turned his head, his side face turned into a front face, and with a sudden movement, the scream in Carl's mind was cut off.
Man, "You have your newspaper backwards, Mr. James Bond."
Carl, "Ah!"
Screams mixed with exclamations and excitement. It rushed out of the throat under control, but was cut off again in the next second. Karl opened his mouth and screamed silently.
My eyes are wide open, my heart is beating like a drum, my palms are sweating, and my knees are shaking.
However, none of this mattered, because Karl finally saw the face in front of him clearly -
Anson. The one and only Anson.
Honestly, it was hard for Karl to imagine that there could be someone who looked like Anson in this world.
There is no doubt that this is Anson.
Karl was stuck, his words, movements, brain, and heart were all stuck, just like the data in the game that had malfunctioned, and his whole person became a mosaic.
The corners of the man's mouth raised slightly, revealing a shallow smile, "You should try a martini."
Karl was stunned, "Shake well, don't stir."
< br>Movie lines come out of your mouth like an instinct.
The atmosphere suddenly relaxed.
After saying that, Karl finally came back to his senses, showed a smile to Anson, withdrew his gaze, and looked straight ahead stiffly and dullly.
Slowly, slowly, I felt a numbness on my fingertips. My consciousness returned to my body, and my brain seemed to be spinning again, although the speed was a bit slow.
So, what's going on?
Why did Anson appear in Amsterdam? When the whole of Europe and the United States were curious about Anson's whereabouts, why did Anson appear here quietly?
Is Anson going to New York now to film "Spider-Man 2"?
All kinds of thoughts are rushing through my mind.
Later, Carl wrote this on his blog.
“At that time, because I was too excited, I was in an abnormal state and couldn’t think normally, but countless question marks continued to pour out and I couldn’t stop at all.
< br>If possible, I would like to conduct an interview on the spot——
This is an opportunity for a one-on-one interview. In the next ten hours, we will be trapped in the cabin with nowhere to escape. I can ask about topics I'm curious about and seize my opportunities
But I know I can't.
This is not working time, this is his own private time and space. I know how much I hate others discussing work during my break, and I also know how much I long for private time away from the interruptions of work. I think Anson should be the same.
So, after hesitating and hesitating, I resisted my impulse and just tentatively asked if I could take a photo with him. Anson declined very politely, but he was still gracious and friendly enough to sign the poster of ‘Elephant’ for me, as well as my personal viewing diary. ”
In the blog, Carl added pictures.
These two pictures speak louder than any words.
Although there is no photo of Anson, the signed poster confirmed that Carl's magical experience really happened, and that man was Anson.
However, things don't end here.
“...If things end here, I will also doubt myself, because from beginning to end, the man did not admit that he was Anson Wood. He may be an ordinary person who is often mistaken for Anson. Man, he may have been too lazy to explain, so he skillfully signed Anson's name to cut off the possibility of subsequent conversations.
Here, I can only say, 'It is suspected of meeting Anson by chance'. >
But that’s not all, the really exciting part of the story is yet to come. ”
As a new generation of young people, Karl knows how to use blogs to develop hobbies into a career. He naturally also understands the doubts and provocations in the Internet age. He doesn’t even need to wait for netizens to chirp. Take the initiative to introduce a twist and push the story in another direction.
When netizens read this article, their attention was firmly grasped.
"...To be honest. , I personally don’t like airplanes. Although it’s not to the level of fear, it is still a kind of torture every time the plane takes off. I need to close my eyes and pray constantly and hold on to the armrests with all my strength to survive the pain. A tough time.
I thought business class might be better, but it wasn’t.
On the side, Anson seemed to notice my fear - obviously my two arms tightly hugging the armrest as if grasping a life-saving straw betrayed me, and he took the initiative to ask.
At that time, my first reaction was, 'Jesus Christ, are you kidding me? Didn't you see that I tried my best to avoid being incontinent at the scene? And you actually talked to me? Why don't you roll aside nicely? I don't care who you are. Or maybe I'm worried that I will be exposed in front of the real Anson and fall to the bottom of my life. So I tried my best to avoid the tragedy and didn't care about others dying like a madman. Stare Anson dead'.
But my fierce gaze did not scare Anson away.
Anson asked again, ‘Have you gained anything in Karlovy Vary? ’
It must have been when I fished out the ‘Elephant’ poster from my backpack that the official brochure of the Karlovy Vary Film Festival also slipped out.
Of course, I figured this out after the fact; when the plane took off, all my energy was focused on controlling my bladder and remaining a civilized person. I didn’t have the time or energy to think so much. I just learned from Anson’s words. Reacting to the information has consumed my remaining energy.
While I was thinking about how I should reply, Anson continued, ‘I personally like the Peter Greenaway retrospective very much’.
Wait, what? DNA moves!
‘Shut up! Do you like Peter Greenaway too? ’
‘To be precise, this should be the first time I discovered this director’s attempts at images and lenses. It’s a bit of a pity that I haven’t discovered him until now. ’
'Shut up! Me too! ’
‘Sometimes, Peter Greenaway’s scheduling is still too staged, but no one can deny his attempt. In the end, the film exudes a charming charm and everything is perfect. ’
‘Shut up! I think so too! '
I realized that I had been telling Anson to shut up, but I still couldn't control myself, because I was too shocked and surprised. For a moment, I couldn't tell whether I should be surprised. I couldn't control myself because of my own stupidity. mouth, you should still be surprised that this conversation has developed into a completely new unknown. ”
(End of this chapter)