Lance felt that his muscles were faintly sore, he raised his right leg, rested it on the knee of his left leg, and slightly adjusted his sitting posture so that his body could relax a little, but he soon found that sitting was not the reason, but the heartbeat was. The heart seems to be beating in the magma, and every time it falls, it will be stimulated to the extreme, and then it suddenly explodes, soaring into the sky, and when it falls again, he waving his hands vigorously but not grasping any climbing objects, he can only let the earth's gravity drag him down hard.

Lance leaned gracefully on the back of his chair, his left hand resting naturally and easily on the knee of his right leg, his thumb rubbing the pad of his middle finger at an extremely slow pace, the rough friction could not stop his heart from beating uncontrollably, but at least it kept his breathing steady, so that others could not see the turbulence and restlessness in his heart.

He wanted that little golden man, and he would not hide his ambitions, and he was working towards this goal from the beginning of the filming of "City of God". Even though he knows he still has a lot to offer, this is only his first attempt at the directorial position; Even though he knows that there are too many uncertainties in foreign language films, nominations depend on strength, and winning awards depends on luck, this is only his first journey at the Oscars...... However, he wanted that little golden man, more than ever!

The thumb of his left hand paused, and he pinched the soft tip of his index finger fiercely, as if all the tension in his body was gathered on this single point of strength, breathing, heartbeat, blood, and gaze...... All of them stood still at this moment, motionless as they looked at the red envelope in Charlize's hand.

"The winner of the 76th Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film is ......" Charlize's voice echoed throughout the Kodak Theater, the extremely tense air as if a wisp of hot breath could ignite and detonate directly, all moving objects slowed down a thousand times, and even the stage lights turned into a gurgling stream, delicately depicting the trajectory of movement in the pupils. Charlize's hoarse voice with a little lazy voice rubbed against the air to create a charming charm, her full lips slightly hooked, and a coquettish/charming smile slowly bloomed in the light.

"'City of God', Brazil."

Rumble!

The virtual grip of Lance's left hand slowly tightened, and then all the strength of his body was vented in an instant. The left fist trembled uncontrollably because it was too hard, and the heart exploded like thousands of fireworks blooming at the same time, and incredible joy erupted from the depths of the soul. Every pore on the body is open, happily embracing the restlessness and heat in the air, enjoying the beauty of this moment to the fullest.

It worked!

From the stage of Sundance to the stage of the Oscars, this journey seems to be so short, but it is full of thorns and difficulties. But he still made it to this destination after all. This is just one part of a long journey, but it's the most important beginning.

A good start is half the battle, and he did it.

Once, Li Jin stood in front of the washbasin in the bathroom at twelve o'clock at midnight, everyone had already gotten off work, and he was the only one who stayed to continue working overtime, looking at himself in the mirror, he was a little dazed, he didn't know what he was doing, he was just doing nothing to make a living. Those dreams, those passions, those youths are consumed in the daily life, and he gradually becomes a mediocre member of society, honestly reining in those unrealistic ideas, restraining those wanton lights, and then going on in a step-by-step manner according to the expectations of society—work, buying a house, getting married, having children, raising children, dying...... Put at the end of the eighty years old when you stand at the age of twenty.

Once, Lancelot sat on a bench in the subway station at three o'clock in the morning, waiting for the next subway to arrive, and in the empty subway station there were not only him, but also homeless people sheltering under the benches, watching the dark blue sky of Manhattan hazy and blurred under the sleepless light of the night, he was a little tired. He doubted that his persistence was just useless, he doubted that his efforts were just in vain, and he doubted that his dreams were worthless. He originally thought that Li Jin's unwillingness would find an answer, but he didn't. He can still only be like an ant, busy, running around and working hard day and night, but just for a living, and the so-called dream will never find an exit in the dark sewers of Manhattan...... His insistence is so ridiculous in the eyes of others; His dream is a joke that is not funny.

Right now. He sat on the big red chair at the Kodak Theater to attend the 76th Academy Awards, and his first screenwriting and directing work appeared on the stage of the Oscars, and in the eyes of more than 50 million people in the United States, relying on his strength, won his recognition!

The bitterness and fear on the tip of his tongue danced, and for a moment, he feared that this qiē was just his dream, and when he closed his eyes, he opened them again, and found that he was still on the New York subway, taking a late-night train back to his tiny apartment in Brooklyn. That powerful fear made his heart still tremble violently, and he almost lost control of his feelings.

Lance clenched his fist and slammed it his knee, paused, then quickly lifted up again, fell quickly, and at the last moment suddenly retracted his strength, and slammed it gently, but the tightness of his muscles only landed on his knee like a feather...... And then again...... The sourness of his nose was slowly suppressed to the depths of his heart, and then he let go of his fist, slowly unloading the force, all the tense feelings dissipated in the air, he exhaled softly, the corners of his mouth outlined a modest and calm smile, stood up from his chair, and smiled and saluted the people around him who were politely applauding.

This is the stage that belongs to him; This is his moment!

Lance turned around, and then he saw Ryan's tense face line, and although Ryan was trying his best to stay calm, the lines of his shoulders, which had become stiff from too tight, gave away the turmoil in his heart. Lance raised his chin slightly, the corners of his mouth outlined a shallow arc, and with a little contempt in his disdain, he stabbed Ryan sharply and sharply, successfully stirring Ryan's sensitive nerves - Ryan grabbed the armrests tightly with both hands, suppressing the possibility of his feelings leaking out, but even so, it was not much help, and the violently undulating chest betrayed his true state.

Lance only paused for a moment on Ryan, then swept over, and then saw Tucker slumped limply in his chair, and Jason with his head bowed and an obscure expression. The atmosphere of dead silence was in stark contrast to the one that had existed before.

The curvature of Lance's mouth rose a little again, this cat-and-mouse game had just begun, and I hoped that his group of "best friends" would not disappoint him - it would be too boring if his opponent's combat power was so crippled that it would be so useless in less than a turn.

Turning around, Lance politely nodded to Peter Weir, Sophia Coppola, Clint Eastwood, Peter Jackson, and others, and then walked towards the stage with a calm pace.

Sophia, who had already returned to her position, looked at the man in front of her with mixed eyes, and she couldn't tell what the love on the tip of her tongue was, but she just pumped her hands and locked on Lance intently. She had expected the man to cast a hidden gaze, but she was disappointed, and Lance only nodded politely, and then his gaze swept over Clint next to him, like a dragonfly in water, without making any unnecessary stops.

The empty love in her chest made Sophia a little uncomfortable.

Lance walked onto the stage calmly and gentlemanly, and then Charlize walked up to him and gave him a warm hug. At this time, Lance really saw the South African diamond in front of him clearly, his delicate and elegant face had a sassy heroic posture, and the charm between his gestures made people unable to take their eyes off.

"Congratulations, I personally like your work very much, and I am very much looking forward to the release of 'The Day After Tomorrow'." Charlize whispered in Lance's ear, and laughed brightly.

Lance looked at Charlize with some surprise. Although he won the Best Foreign Language Film statuette, no one under the stage gave a standing ovation, everyone just politely applauded to express etiquette, and this is the essential difference between Best Foreign Language Film and Best Picture - this is the United States, and the Oscars are the Oscars of the United States. However, Charlize's congratulatory words were clearly not polite words.

Charlize raised his eyebrows slightly and raised the little golden figure in his hand.

Lance raised his hand in embarrassment, chuckling and teasing, "I guess my spirit should still be in the chair." This made Charlize's smile even brighter, and Lance took his trophy from Charlize and spread his hands again, "I hope to see you on this stage again later." After saying that, Lance walked to the microphone, Charlize stayed in place and was stunned, and after a while he understood the meaning of this sentence, he couldn't help but look at Lance more.

Lance stood in front of the microphone, exhaled softly, and then said into the microphone, "Please give me a moment to take a good look at this trophy, God knows how jealous I was of Peter Jackson's crew just now." With just one sentence, everyone in the audience burst into laughter, and Lance quietly completed the two things of self-deprecation and ridicule, and the reaction of the scene was even more sensational than when Charlize announced the winner just now.

Lance lowered his head and gently shook the little golden figure in his hand, the trophy that he had seen countless times on the computer screen and on the TV screen was more heavy than he imagined, the smooth curve and cold touch made the palm of his hand tighten involuntarily, and he felt every detail of the trophy with his palm.

It wasn't until this moment that the weight of the little golden man in his heart was so clear and so real that Lance was able to be sure: this was not a dream, he won the award, he stood on the stage of the Oscar and won the award, he won the first little golden man in his life!

True and beautiful, happy and fulfilling. (To be continued.) )

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