Thick dark clouds spread out layer upon layer, mountains stretched along the skyline like stacks, the end of the horizon disappeared into the rolling waves, the world was connected in a trance, the dark blue sky revealed a faint light, vaguely able to judge that the sun had risen, but the faint light was blocked by the impermeable wind, only vaguely outlining the edge of the clouds, the whole city was hidden in the rain and mist, The streets with a thick ink in the blue are so quiet that there is no sound at all, even the light of the street lamps seems to have disappeared, time and space have lost their meaning in this moment, as if eternity is frozen in a certain moment, and when you close your eyes, you can seem to hear whispers from the depths of the earth, telling stories from the depths of memory. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's been a long time since it rained in Los Angeles, and people can't even remember if the last time it rained was December or November, and distant memories seem to be blurred in the cold air. Even so, there is still no feeling of winter, and there is no sign of spring, but it outlines a touch of autumn.

Hollywood Avenue in front of the Kodak Theater has been washed over and over again by rain, the asphalt asphalt has become smooth and translucent, the next street on both sides of the road has been blocked, and all non-licensed vehicles will be closed to traffic today. But the silence lasted only a moment, and then a group of people, dressed in bright yellow raincoats, streamed out of the lounge hall on the first floor of the theater, and then began to get busy in an orderly manner.

The dark red carpet became even darker after being wet by the rain, and the almost black luster could not be dissolved in the delicate and dense rain like cow's hair. It doesn't look like a feast party, but rather a solemn atmosphere...... Occasions of mourning. In desperation, they put away the carpet that had just been unfolded for less than a quarter, and after a while, they carried another set of bright red carpets, the bright and vivid colors became more and more vivid and vibrant under the beating of the rain, as if they were given vitality. In the red that usually looks too flamboyant, it outlines a different kind of color in the overwhelming navy blue.

Rumble! A bolt of lightning slid through the sky, and the entire Hollywood Boulevard seemed to be ignited in an instant, and a thrilling sense of grandeur quietly spread.

Tonight, the 79th Academy Awards is about to kick off. Due to the beautiful skylines of Los Angeles and the fact that it is surrounded by desert, the annual ceremony is always held in bright sunshine, and it is rare to see rain. But don't say it's a light rain, even if it's pouring rain, the ceremony must be held as scheduled.

The staff quickly set up a canopy directly above the red carpet, and then placed baking lights on both sides of the red carpet to begin to dissipate the moisture and cold in the air. The tranquil Kodak Theatre gradually became presentable, and the atmosphere of the Oscars began to come alive in the rain.

Martin Scorsese slept a little unwell, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing for a while, but the sound of the drizzling rain in his ears was always a little noisy, he simply sat up, carefully lifted the quilt, left the bedroom, and went to the kitchen, trying to find the cold coffee left over from last night, but after rummaging, the coffee machine had been emptied.

After a moment's hesitation, Martin sat down in the dining room and quietly watched the drizzle drifting outside the window. Such a scene made him feel like he was back in New York instead of Los Angeles, and the peace of dawn always calmed down his emotions, but today he was a little irritable, as if a butterfly was constantly flapping its wings in his chest.

"Worried about tonight?" A voice came from behind him, and Martin reflexively turned his head, and then he saw his wife, Helen-Morris. Helen walked over, gave Martin a shallow kiss, and sat down across from Martin. Martin shrugged, "Sorry to wake you up." ”

Helen shook her head slightly, "I don't sleep too soundly. ”

Martin turned his head to look out the window again, and was silent for a moment, letting the quiet air flow between the two men, "I thought I was calm. Martin's mocking voice broke the silence, "But, when it came to the end, I started to get nervous again. Am I old, you say? ”

Helen knew Martin's worries, and the "Aviator" movie consumed almost all of his mind. Martin is 65 years old this year, and no one knows how long his creative life will last. Martin has always been worried that "The Departed" may be his last chance, the last chance to win the Oscar, which has even become an obsession.

"Remember what you said earlier?" Helen said in a deep voice, revealing a shallow smile, "You have to shoot until you can't walk, because if you're in a wheelchair, you can't command the scene." This made Martin tug at the corners of his mouth and chuckled, "Tonight is your chance, maybe your best chance, but I always believe that this is not your last chance." Don't tell me, that old fellow Clint has taken two little figurines, and you're enough to satisfy one. ”

Martin's smile finally revealed, and he shook his head slightly, a little helpless, but also a little relieved, "I know, in fact, the voting results are now out, and no one can change the results, not even Sid Gannis." But the words that followed ......" paused here and did not continue.

Helen stretched out her right hand and spread it out, Martin hesitated for a moment, reached over and put his right hand in Helen's palm, "I know." Helen smiled and nodded, and it was all in plain sight.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, no one can deny that the "Departed" has become louder and louder in the past two weeks, and it seems that after all the signs are showing, Martin's chances of winning the award have skyrocketed, but it is precisely because of this that it makes people more and more nervous, and the anxiety and apprehension of suffering from gains and losses are incomprehensible to others. They're all mortals after all, aren't they?

Helen patted the back of Martin's hand and continued, "I think we should have two more hours off after lunch. So, I'm going to make coffee now, and you should polish the acceptance speech that I didn't finish last night. ”

Martin's eyes were lowered, but his tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

Brad Pitt opened his eyes wide, looking at the ceiling overhead, not sleepy at all, the drizzle outside the window and the hazy sound of the soo slowly spread in the warm room, but it set off this quietness more and more, but the roar in Brad's mind could not be stopped, as if he was on a spring vacation beach in Miami.

"You should have slept a little longer. On the red carpet tonight, you need to be in the best shape possible. Angelina Jolie's voice came, a little hoarse, but clear. Apparently, she didn't sleep very well.

"I was just wondering if I should vote for the 'Departed.'" Brad said suddenly, and although there was no explanation, Angelina immediately understood. Naturally, Brad and she both voted for "Babel", but if their votes are concentrated in "The Departed", is the possibility of defeating "Fury Road" a certainty?

Angelina propped her head up with her right hand and looked at Brad condescendingly, "Don't be stupid. You should know how important this work is to us. Not only for Brad, but also for Angelina, the controversy about "Cheating Gate" will gradually disappear with the passage of time, the success of "Babel", and then her order, as long as she shoots a successful work, Jennifer Aniston's page can be completely revealed.

"But wouldn't it be worth it if you could see Lance's disappointed and even angry expression?" Brad's eyes widened, "You know, we've never been so close, we've come close to beating Lance. "Lance was like a haunting nightmare that he could never get rid of. The same is true for Babel this time, where prestige was in full swing, but in the past few years, the Departed has continued its upward momentum, adding a lot of variables to tonight's awards ceremony.

Angelina grinded her teeth, and if she could, she would also like to crush Lance to ashes, "Whether he is possessed by The Shining or not, I am sure that Hollywood is not up to him." Angelina snorted, "Don't worry, tonight is our stage!" You have to be 'Brad Pitt', hear me? ”

Brad looked at the ceiling quietly, an inexplicable restlessness fluttering in his chest, but after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't know what it meant, was it just for an Oscars? Obviously not, but I can't say what it is, and it's a terrible feeling.

Putting away his thoughts, Brad smiled, "You have to be a good Angelina Jolie too." ”

The annual Oscars kicked off today, and the sudden sparse light rain disrupted everyone's plans, and the city suddenly cooled by 12 degrees, which brought a hint of restlessness, and many people slept unsoundly before dawn. Although it is said that the Oscars are the top priority every year, this year there is an indescribable abnormality, as if ...... As if this year's Oscars are particularly important, the kind of heart palpitations that have no reason are terrifying.

The light rain was still fluttering, and the city was gradually starting to wake up. A new day has arrived.