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After the lengthy award ceremony, there was a group interview stage specially prepared for various media outlets, and Luciano, as the winner of the Golden Globe, was naturally the focus of the interview, almost as soon as he appeared, he was surrounded by a crowd, and he couldn't run if he wanted to, and Mendes kept signaling him to cooperate on the sidelines, so he could only squeeze out limited patience to deal with the reporters.

And the photojournalists all asked him to kiss the Golden Globes so that they could take some close-ups. Luciano was very disgusted, he won the award four times, and every time he was asked to kiss the Golden Foot Trophy, couldn't he change to another more innovative action?

But even if he dislikes it, he has to give the reporters a little face. lest they scold themselves on the front page of tomorrow for their emptiness.

On the other side, Farrell, who did not win the award, declined the interview of the crowd and was about to leave, but was stopped by Xia Lan, who caught up with the opportunity.

Xia Lan used non-standard English, and stumbled to express her request to take a photo with Farrell.

Farrell looked at Xia Lan's eastern face, and the original refusal turned into agreement after a little thought.

Xia Lan was really pleasantly surprised when she saw Farrell agree, and hurriedly took out her mobile phone from her handbag and turned it into selfie mode. Farrell also showed a smile quite cooperatively, and even deliberately shortened his body in order to accommodate Xia Lan's not tall height. It's just that Xia Lan smelled the faint smell of perfume wafting from the man next to her, and the whole person was so excited that she was dizzy, not to mention pressing the shutter, she couldn't even hold her mobile phone.

In the end, Farrell couldn't see it, raised his hand to take the mobile phone in her hand, and adjusted the angle to help Xia Lan complete the request for a group photo.

When Farrell handed the phone back, Xia Lan kept thanking him, the expression was completely captured by Farrell's thoughtfulness, and her nonfluent English could no longer satisfy her, she simply thanked her directly in Chinese, and expressed her excitement, "I really like you so much, Farrell." Hopefully you can get a good result in every game and this year's Ballon d'Or will definitely be yours. ”

Farrell habitually raised a smile, and unexpectedly responded in Chinese, "Thank you, I will try." ”

Xia Lan was directly frightened by Farrell's rather standard Chinese, a small barrage in his head: Farrell can speak Chinese.

The small barrage in his brain was not over, and Farrell launched a second wave of Chinese attacks, "You are from Huaxia Kingdom?" ”

Xia Lan's chick nodded wildly as if it was pecking rice.

"It's a beautiful country." The ghost sent God, he said this in a panacea.

Xia Lan is still a chick pecking rice, "Yes, yes." Have you ever been to Huaxia? Then he remembered that he should have never been here, and changed his tone and said warmly, "Welcome to our Dahuaxia as a guest, we have many fans of yours in our country." Then there was a bunch of rhetoric about the scenery of various places.

Farrell was a little entangled in an instant, but he couldn't bear to listen very carefully, but fortunately, the people on the side beckoned Farrell over at the right time, and Farrell said goodbye to Xia Lan with an apologetic face.

Farrell, who turned around, thought as he walked that when another person talked about his own country or a familiar homeland, it would be normal for Xia Lan to talk about his country like this. Yesterday's reaction was too cold.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that the coldness seemed to be trying to cover up.

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Xia Lan wandered around the award ceremony for a while, and wanted to find a chance to see if he could take a photo with Luciano, but as the winner of this year's Golden Globe Awards, he was too popular, Xia Lan waited for a long time and had no chance, so she could only leave the venue with regret.

Outside the venue, because the media had already shifted their positions, the square that was originally crowded with the media was now occupied by fans waiting to see their idols. Xia Lan looked around several times and couldn't see where Lianyin was, and couldn't help but be a little at a loss. Her English is not good, and she does not know any of the four Chinese languages spoken in Zurich. If she was left here, she wouldn't even know how to get back to the hotel. After poking her neck out again and looking for a circle but not finding anyone, she desperately took out her mobile phone and dialed the number of ligato.

The phone was quickly connected, and Xia Lan shouted urgently, "Lian Yin, where are you?" I'm out. ”

Her voice is not low, and even because she is in a foreign country, it is a matter of course that it is not a shame if others can't understand it, so that voice can be regarded as a high decibels.

It was also at this time that Farrell, who left the scene first, walked out, and Xia Lan's name on the phone drifted into his ears along the wind. As soon as he heard the name, his heart involuntarily increased the speed of beating. Immediately after, more "legato" sounded. Farrell was thrilled by these calls, and his eyes followed the direction indicated by Xia Lan's wave, although there were many people in that direction, he found the "legato" he heard from the crowd at a glance.

After Xia Lan found Lianyin, she hurriedly carried the long skirt of the evening dress and ran towards her, and as soon as she arrived in front of Lianyin, she turned on the coquettish mode, "I thought you left me behind." ”

Lian Yin looked at her coquettish like a little girl, couldn't help choking, and declared, "I'm your agent, how could I leave you." "I was quite helpless in my heart, such a childish Xia Lan has grown into a diva, how long will this road be.

When Xia Lan heard this, it was as if she had heard a confession, and immediately laughed, "I'm afraid." I know you're a great person, and I'm so lucky to have you as my agent. ”

"Huh." Lian Yin smirked and reached out to help her, "Is it over?" Let's go back. ”

Supported by Lian Yin, Xia Lan simply shared some of her own focus with Lian Yin, "It's over." Photographers what about them? ”

"Let's go back to the hotel first and pick up photos and send them back to the company." Lian Yin helped her to the side of the road.

When Xia Lan came, because she had to walk the red carpet, she specially contacted the car rental company to rent a car, but now she can only take a taxi by herself when she goes back to the hotel. The difference between being famous and not being famous and being rich or not being rich is reflected at once.

On the way back, Xia Lan couldn't hold back her excitement and told Lian Yin about the conversation with Farrell in the venue, and took out her mobile phone to show Lian Yin her results.

Lian Yin looked at the photo of the two, pondered for a while, and said, "You can post your photo and the content of his chat with you on your Weibo." ”

Xia Lan's eyes lit up suddenly, "That's right! It's going to be a hot topic, right? ”

Lian Yin nodded affirmatively, and Xia Lan immediately clicked on her personal Weibo and began to edit the push of new messages. (To be continued.) )