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He'd been circling for fifteen minutes, and still hadn't gained anything. The entire building of the hospital is really not small, and it is not a way to continue to go around aimlessly, and it is undoubtedly a needle in a haystack to find someone. He had to think of a more effective way to sift through it, and maybe it would be a good idea to find someone to inquire. But who should I turn to?

Nurses, patients, rehabilitators, cleaners?

One by one, the information was sifting through his mind, and suddenly, Elliot's footsteps couldn't help but pause, what did he catch in the corner of his gaze just now? He took two steps back, looked to the right-hand side, and then saw Lan Li sitting on the bench.

The young man leaned on the back of the chair, raised his face, the afternoon sun lazily sprinkled down, the faint dust flew above the delicate eyebrows, covered with a thin golden halo, the outline of his facial features became blurred, and he could only capture the smile at the corner of his mouth, time seemed to hang on the soft corner of his mouth, shaking wantonly, but never left.

Youth is young.

Elliot was stunned for a moment, he almost forgot that Lan Li was only twenty-one years old this year. Although everyone is emphasizing Lan Li's youth, in fact, Lan Li's demeanor and demeanor will always make people forget his age. All the way to this point.

After being stunned, a wave of ecstasy swept over, filling his chest, and found it, and he really found it!

Elliot couldn't wait to meet him, but before the joy could climb up to his eyebrows, panic and fear made his footsteps stop abruptly, and the abrupt pause made the soles of his shoes rub against the ground with a sharp sound, and Elliot only felt that his blood immediately froze into ice, and the whole person stiffened in place, his eyes were cracking, and his muscles were tense.

That's Ranley-Hall.

So far, Elliot has confronted Lan Li twice, the first time after the Emmy Awards, when he stupidly paid for a taxi and was chased around by security guards after the Emmy ceremony, and the second time in Hawaii, where Lan Li's calm and calm behavior made him look like a clown and ran away in embarrassment.

Although it was a bit embarrassing to say it, to be honest, he was a little scared of Lan Li. Because I can't eat accurately.

In fact, not only him, but also his peers in the journalist circle - although the reporter never treats the paparazzi as a peer - also thinks so, in the short period of one year that Lan Li appeared in front of everyone, he and the reporter have fought many times, and the reporter not only has no way to take advantage, but also falls behind, and even is embarrassed.

Those reporters who try to break the news from Lan Li's mouth are often burned and take care of themselves. It is rumored that the reporters of "Entertainment Weekly" have repeatedly been deflated at the hands of Lan Li and have become a laughing stock in the industry, you know, the same "Entertainment Weekly" has been making Natalie Portman a mess recently.

Those vivid memories came to his mind, and Elliot froze in his whole body, seriously pondering an extremely serious question: Did he have a brain in water? He actually took the initiative to send it to the door and ran all the way to Seattle to ask for his own suffering? Could it be that he had a masochistic tendency? If he turned around and ran now, would it be too late?

"Good afternoon, since you're already here, aren't you going to say hello before leaving?"

It's too late.

Elliot's muscles stiffened as he heard the warm and mellow voice in his ears, and then he realized that he still maintained a freeze movement, which looked really funny, so he retracted his movements abruptly, pretending not to care and looked left and right, and there was still a trace of impulse in his heart: Isn't it good to run away now?

His eyes looked at Lan Li again, and then he saw him close his eyes again, feeling the warmth of the sun, without the slightest panic, sitting on the bench elegantly and quietly, with a comfortable demeanor, it could be seen that he enjoyed the rare tranquility of this lazy afternoon. This made Elliot puff up his chest a little and regain his courage—

He is a paparazzi, he is the strong side, he doesn't need to be afraid of Lan Li at all, not to mention the advantage of age, just say that the pen and the camera are in his hands, after the interview, how to write the article is his business, why should he worry? Lan Li is the one who needs to be cautious.

He comforted himself, cheered himself on, and then walked away.

Looking left and right, Elliot hesitated, didn't know how to position, if he stood like this, although the height advantage could have the psychological upper hand, but I don't know why, he always had the illusion that he was a subordinate and Lan Li was a boss, but if he sat down, where should he do?

Elliot's gaze fell on the bench, which could hold at least four people, and Lan Li sat on the left, leaving a large empty seat on the right, as if inviting him to sit down.

Which entertainer would invite the paparazzi to sit down and have a long talk?

Elliot felt a little confused, but he sat down anyway, leaned to the right as far as he could, and cleared his throat, "...... What are you doing here?" Elliot rolled his eyes after the question was spoken, this is really not professional at all, even a rookie who has just entered the industry would not bring up such a boring topic without nutrition, so he hurriedly made up for it.

"I mean, why are you in Seattle? Shouldn't you be in Los Angeles? Not only did you miss most of the excitement of awards season, but you also missed the nominee luncheon. Not so long ago, you received your first Oscar nomination, and instead of sitting there, you should be standing in the spotlight and enjoying the spotlight...... Sunbathe. If you want to bask in the sun, you'll have plenty of time when Al Pacino is that age. ”

"Do you have an opinion about Al-Pacino?" Lan Li's rhetorical question made Elliot dumbfounded, his eyes wide, and he didn't know how to respond. He just said a lot of tirade, and this is Lan Li's response? This ...... This......

Lan Li opened his eyes, just now he just closed his eyes and recuperated for a while, basking in the warm sun, the coldness of his limbs gradually dissipated, the tense muscles began to slowly ease, and the feeling of boiling in his internal organs slowly calmed down, although his head still ached faintly, but the whole person finally relieved himself.

looked at Elliot who appeared in sight, and a shallow smile leaked from the corner of his mouth. He recognized it at once, this is the paparazzi, although he said that he did not mean to cooperate with the paparazzi interview, nor did he mean to expose his private life, but he had experienced everything just now, and now he saw a familiar face, and he felt a little kind inexplicably-

Elliot's presence reminds him that he is Lan Li. It's not Adam, it's not Chu Jiashu, it's Lan Li.

Lan Li didn't respond to Eliot's meaning, so he directly ignored a large part of what he had just said, and asked back, "So, what are your guesses?"

After joining the crew, he basically stopped reading newspapers. Nathan still reads on time every day and keeps in touch with Andy on the phone, but if it's not an important situation, Nathan won't relay it. Therefore, for the situation in Hollywood, Lan Li really has a fault.

Elliot looked at Lan Li in a daze, and then reacted, his eyes rolled slightly, and replied in the form of a question, "Then why are you in the hospital?"

Lan Li didn't speak, but raised his eyebrows slightly, not expecting that Elliot's focus would actually be on the "hospital".

However, Elliot thought he had grasped the point, so he asked aggressively, "Why do you look so weak? Are you sick?" Elliot glanced down and saw the remaining wound on Lan Li's arm, "Are you being treated? What is wrong with you?"

Interesting, really interesting.

As a journalism professional, Lan Li couldn't help but find it interesting. If he didn't become an actor, but a journalist, what would Hollywood look like in his eyes?

"Your eyes are a little excited, so, are you expecting me to be seriously ill and then report the scoop? That's why you came all the way to Seattle?" Lan Li said with interest, and the teasing tone was inaudible whether it was a yes or a no.

Elliot choked, Lan Li's question, he nodded or shook his head, and this time he was in a dilemma. Although he was shouting in his heart: yes, that's it, but being teased by Lan Li like this, he suddenly felt ashamed and embarrassed, "Uh......"

Lan Li chuckled, seemingly amused by Elliot's response, "What did my agent say?

"Andy said you're working on a work. Elliot replied reflexively. As a paparazzi, his reflexes are one of his strengths, but every time he is in front of Lan Li, this advantage doesn't seem to be able to be brought into play, mainly because Lan Li's answer is really unpredictable.

"Then I'm making a work. Lan Li's affirmative answer made Elliot blink, and his look of doubt became even thicker - it sounded like a perfunctory thing, "I know, relatively speaking, being seriously ill, or even terminal, makes the news look good, but it disappoints you." ”

Elliot had the urge to cry, he felt that he had been molested/played by Lan Li, and he was seriously molested! He didn't know what was true and what was fake, and what the truth was! Lan Li was simply playing a trick!

"Or did you leave Los Angeles and come to Seattle at a critical juncture in the awards season to cover the film that I was working on, hoping to dig up some scoop news to promote our work? If that's the case, I'm so moved. ”

Looking at the indifferent smile on Lan Li's face, Elliot wanted to go home