The Oscars after that ended quickly followed.

Or rather, for Sid, this year's Oscars are completely out of the ordinary. And he just turned twenty years old, and he just used the excuse that he couldn't drink to get rid of the Beverly Hills and Vanity Fair parties after the Oscars.

He left with Lindsay, and the likes of Mark Ruffalo and Joseph Gordon from the "Juno" crew also seized the rare opportunity to attend the Vanity Fair post-Oscar party at Beverly Hills.

After all, this is an extremely rare opportunity to have access to so many big stars in the industry at one time.

In fact, the Hollywood circle is not big or small, there are so many films and opportunities, whether you can catch it is one thing, but first you have to let others know who you are, right?

It is said that Hollywood became a veritable city that never sleeps, and all parts of the world were full of revelry until the next morning. It's not just Vanity Fair's Oscar party, it's celebrities partying to celebrate their awards, and celebrities around the world celebrating the historic success of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

In short, everyone has candy to eat, and everyone has a harvest.

Oh yes!

As for the final two ultimate awards for Best Director and Best Picture, there is no suspense for Steven Soderbergh and "Gladiator".

"By the way, why did even Amy (Adams) come to me to sleep and eat?" The next morning, Sid rubbed his sleepy-eyed panda eyes, and looked at Amy Adams, who was eating breakfast from the butler with Lindsay, very consciously at the dinner table, and couldn't help complaining.

"Hmph, you still say it. Amy Adams blinked slyly and said, "If it weren't for seeing you so 'sad' yesterday, how could I have come over with Lindsay to accompany you." ”

"Accompany me?" Sid raised an eyebrow helplessly, "I remember yesterday someone took Lindsay to the guest room as soon as he entered the door, and told me 'never come to disturb the girls' party'?"

"Brother Sid, are you alright?" Lindsay's little Nizi looked at Sid's panda eyes worriedly.

"Well, I'm fine. Sid said with a smile, and then walked over and hugged Xiao Nizi: "Or my Lindsay will hurt me." ”

"Hey, Brother Sid!" Lindsay was a little surprised, but she quickly blushed and enjoyed Sid's hug.

"Wow, don't you send out dog food early in the morning. Amy Adams laughed teasingly.

Now that Lindsay is approaching young and thin-skinned, she slightly breaks free from Sid's embrace and sits next to Amy.

"Auntie, are you jealous?" Sid smiled and complained back.

"You!say!what!" As soon as she heard the word "auntie", Amy immediately became angry and walked towards Sid with red eyes.

"I—I mean...... Amy, you are so beautiful and so sexy, even if it is another 30 years, no one will call you Auntie!" Sid saw Amy rushing over, and hurriedly "admit defeat".

"Hehe, it's too late to change your tune!" Amy Adams smirked evilly and pounced.

Sid was immediately pressed under Amy, who was in a bullet body, and while twisting his body "hard", he shouted at Lindsay, "Hmm, help...... Hell, Lindsay, call 911 to call the police!"

"Hee-hee, Amy and Sid's brother have such a good relationship. And Xiao Nizi not only didn't help, but also watched with a smile on the sidelines.

Just as a few people were fighting, "Ding Ding Ding ——!!" was placed on the storage table, and Sid's mobile phone suddenly rang.

Sid looked up, "Who's going to call so early?"

After Amy let go of Sid, she sat back at the table and continued to eat breakfast with Lindsay, while Sid picked up his phone and it turned out to be his agent Ali Emmanuel, "Hi, Ali, what's wrong?"

"MD, we were fucked by those damn old guys yesterday!!" As soon as the phone was connected, Ali's angry voice came, so loud that even Amy and Lindsay looked at it in surprise.

"What?" asked Sid, a little confused, "who are you talking about?"

"Those damn cinematographers and producers, and a whole bunch of brainless old guys. Ali spoke quickly and said like a bullet: "I just heard the news that the original vote for 'Best Original Screenplay' was higher for "Juno". ”

"But then there was a group of people who said that if you used a digital camera to shoot Harry Potter, you were cutting off everyone's jobs. Later, a lot of people said bad things about you to the members of the academy. ”

"Bad words?" Sid felt a little ridiculous when he heard Ali's revelation.

That's why many people voted for "Almost Famous" later. Ali's explanation, though unexpected, made sense

If you want to talk about accidents, that is, Sid didn't expect that the undercurrent of anti-digital photography that should have been going to Lucas would have come to him instead, and he also cheated himself.

"I see. Sid replied lightly.

"Why are you reacting so flat?" Ali asked curiously.

"Hehe, the results of the Oscars have been decided, and there is no point in discussing these now. Sid smiled faintly.

"So that's it?" Ali asked.

"Forget it? The corners of Sid's mouth curled coldly, "Do they think Oscar is everything, and if they're so afraid of digital photography, how can we not give them some big gifts?"

"Oh, you've got an idea again?" asked Ali gloatingly.

"No, shouldn't this kind of thing be your favorite game as a great conspirator?" Sid shook his head decisively, and threw the pot to Ali without any restraint.

"When did I become a great conspirator, I'm a good man!" Ali immediately retorted.

"Yes, yes. Sid replied insincerely.

After chatting with Ali for a few words, Sid put down his phone and sat back at the table.

"What's wrong? Sid. Although they were just fighting, Amy and Lindsey still asked with concern.

After Sid told them about Ali, Lindsay waved her fork in anger and said, "These bastards old guys! ”

"Dirty words!" Amy Adams immediately turned her head and glared at Lindsay.

Xiao Nizi immediately pursed her mouth, "But, I'm telling the truth." ”

Sid smiled faintly: "Well, don't be so angry, you two." ”

Lindsay's eyes widened: "Brother Sid, aren't you angry?"

"What's there to be angry with these fools. Sid smiled and said, "Besides, Oscar is there every year, how many times can they stop me?"