"'City of God'?" Ethan chewed on the name carefully, "Does this refer to Rio?" ”

Lance chuckled, "You can say yes, you can say no. This is actually the name of a slum in Rio, but obviously, Brazilians have always believed that God created Rio on the seventh day, so I think you would be right to call Rio the 'City of God'. ”

Ethan's hand holding the beer stopped in mid-air and pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, "It's a fun start." Still, a reminder, why would I be interested in this work? With that, Ethan took a sip of his beer, and his face showed a satisfied lightness.

"If I say that this work was written and directed by me, does it count?" Lance's surprise answer caused Ethan to pause, and a strange expression appeared on his face, and he said, "You know I'm not this year's judge, right?" This straight rhetorical question made Lance chuckle, "Trust me, if you were this year's judge, then I wouldn't say that." ”

Ethan thought quietly, then shrugged, "Fair enough. ”

"The misfortunes of the world always take different forms, the pain of birth, old age, sickness and death always makes us feel helpless, the displacement caused by the turmoil of war makes the individual extremely weak, as well as poverty and lack of education." Lance only needed a few words to get Ethan to cast his eyes and look at Lance seriously, "Even if it is the same slum, different countries and different regions have different problems. The City of God, whether it is a city that is loved by God, or a city cursed by God, or a city that is forgotten by God. ”

Although Lance didn't mention anything specific about the movie "City of God", the smile on Ethan's face became meaningful, "Oblivion, it's a very light word, but it's incredibly powerful." ”

"It's like Machu Picchu." Lance's voice made Ethan pause, think seriously in his mind, raise his eyes to look at Lance, who had taken a big sip of beer in front of him, showed a big smile, and nodded, "Yes, it's like Machu Picchu." ”

Lance noticed the affirmation and curiosity in Ethan's eyes, and it could be seen that Ethan was indeed interested in the "City of God", and Lance drank the beer in his hand and put the bottle on the bar, "By the way, my work is also a documentary - at least that's what I think." ”

With that, Lance slapped the table and asked the bartender to come over to collect the bottle, then waved his hand at Ethan, "I'm ready to see 'my flesh', and of course, I need a little fresh air." Then, without any pause, Lance turned straight away.

Ethan stood in place, his eyes hidden behind his black-rimmed glasses flickering slightly, his gaze reluctant to leave Lance's background for a long time, but the smile on the corner of his mouth revealed his true thoughts at the moment, "This is really an interesting guy." ”

Leaving the warm spring-like room, the biting cold wind outside suddenly made the chaotic brain wake up, and the alcohol that had just been in the stomach quickly tumbled. Lance found Percy standing alone in the corner, and the two of them went to the cinema together, bought two tickets to "My Flesh", and disappeared under the gloomy sky.

When the movie ended, Lance did not leave immediately, but sat in a chair and sat quietly. His hands were crossed on his knees, and the lines on his fingers were carefully rubbed, and the thoughts in his mind were constantly surging. The biggest power of the documentary lies in the fact that all the qiē is real, without any embellishment and adjustment, and all the qiē is real in life. This power that comes from life and reality is powerful and cruel, fierce and bloody.

This is one of the charms of cinema, this art form that comes from life and is higher than life, can always be used in different ways, so that people can taste the different tastes of ups and downs again, and also let people see a completely different new world, and then return to their own thoughts.

"Sorry gentlemen, the next screening will start in ten minutes, and if you are going to continue watching, please re-enter."

The ushers of the cinema walked over, and their deep voices slowly vibrated in the air. Lance keenly caught the figure of the person coming from his eyes, and he had already collected his feelings and regained his composure, he looked up and nodded to the guide, indicating that he understood the situation, and then stood up.

After taking a step, Lance noticed that Percy was still sitting in his chair, and when he turned around, he saw Percy's handsome face fall silent, without saying a word. The face that lacked a smile seemed stiff and cold, and the pain in the depths of his eyes was surging gently, "Percy. Percy's voice woke Percy, who gathered up his feelings in a somewhat wolfish manner, stood up in a panic, followed closely behind Lance, and left the screening room.

Standing at the door of the movie theater, the sky began to sprinkle snowflakes sporadically at this time, and the snowflakes the size of rice grains were surging, like dandelions flying in the air, falling everywhere with the breeze. After pausing at the door, Lance took a stride toward the café across the street.

At this point, a cup of coffee is obviously more helpful than alcohol.

There are not many guests in the coffee house, after all, this is the Sundance Film Festival, the movie is the protagonist, whether it is the main supporting role, and the coffee can only be regarded as a concoction at best. Most people don't choose to stay in a coffee house to kill time, but at most just buy a cup of coffee and rush to the cinema to join the party. So, the room was a little deserted. However, the quiet breath gives the brain time to relax.

The aroma of coffee gradually settles in the air, and the snowflakes outside the window are getting bigger and bigger, but the surging crowds are still coming and going, making this quiet town extremely bustling, almost with the illusion that this is New York's Broadway Avenue, full of tourists and traffic.

The hot coffee gradually cooled down, and the boiling brain gradually calmed down, but a low sound suddenly came from the back left side of the body, breaking the silence in this small world, "Sorry, girl, if you don't consume here, can I ask you to get out of this position, we need to maintain normal business." ”

The voice was unassuming, and it was very polite, but the content of the words was not so gentle, and it seemed a little harsh in the peaceful atmosphere. Normally, Lance wouldn't be nosy, but this is Sundance, where the stars of tomorrow gather, and Lance's temporarily empty brain reflexively separated a trace of thought, noticing the conversation behind him.

"Sorry to disturb your normal business." The voice seemed a little immature, faintly with a hint of hoarseness that did not match his age, and it sounded rough like a bad girl who smoked, but his voice was a little hesitant and timid, but the overall idea was quite clear, he did not deliberately pretend to be pitiful, he was rational and humble, "My mother will come over soon, and I am waiting for her here." Isn't that possible? ”

"Sorry, no." The waiter's answer was simple and straightforward, "This is not Disneyland, and we have no business to accommodate children." The words were harsh.

However, Lance smiled playfully, because the girl's voice sounded a little hoarse, but the waiter treated her like a child, and this age conflict made Lance a little curious about her real age.

The girl seemed to have a temper of temper, "But there are still so many places in the coffee house now, aren't they?" However, this complaining voice seems to be a little lacking, and from here it reveals the immaturity of her age, after all, she is still a child.

"I'm really sorry." The waiter's words remained polite, but the content did not yield an inch, "I must invite you to leave, please don't force me to use violent means." "The categorical attitude has the upper hand in momentum. It can be seen that if they didn't care about the special situation of the other party's minority, they would have used strong measures.

Lance was a little curious about the girl's reaction, but after waiting for a while, he didn't hear any reply. He couldn't help but glance back, and then he saw a little girl, about twelve or thirteen years old, her dark red hair was combed into two braids and drooped on her shoulders, and her unopened facial features still had some baby fat, she looked like a child who grew up on a farm, she was completely a red-haired girl, but those eyes were very distinctive, shining with vitality, jumping between her eyebrows, adding a lot of points to her whole appearance.

She stood up at this time, clenched her fists angrily, and the rapid breathing could see her surging emotions at this time, but standing in front of the waiter, it was not enough to the other party's chest, from the size to the age to the momentum of the full fall, so that she could not act rashly at all.

But here's the interesting part, even if she couldn't gain the upper hand at all, the girl still didn't flinch, staring back at those big eyes without showing weakness, but the waiter didn't dare to move for a while.

Retracting his gaze, Lance raised his right hand and snapped his fingers, and then the waiter's voice came over immediately, "Sir, please wait a moment. Then, in a low voice, he said, "I'm sorry, you have to leave, I mean, immediately!" After a fierce reprimand, he walked briskly, with a polite and humble smile on his face, and his gentle tone firmly adhered to the credo of "the customer is God", "Hello, is there anything I can do to help you?" ”

Lance didn't look up, but took out his wallet from his pocket and pulled out a ten-dollar bill, and the waiter stretched out his hands to take it, with a kind smile on his face, waiting for Lance's instructions. Then, with a slight smile, Lance said humbly, "Please give the lady behind me a caramel macchiato, thank you." ”