Jim Carrey closed his eyes, leaned back in the chair and thought about Zhou Shaoming's words, slowly sat up straight, and took out his wallet.

After opening it, he took out a thin check, which was a little dull yellow in color, obviously some years old.

Zhou Shaoming took it and looked at it, but it was a check for $10 million.

"It's a check I wrote for $10 million when I was destitute, and I put it in my wallet and never left it. Even though it was a cheque that could not be cashed, it was a blank cheque that held all my dreams for the future and what I relied on to keep myself from being overwhelmed by reality. I want everyone to know that I, Jim Carrey, will succeed! Looking at the check, Jim Carrey choked up for a moment as he recalled a fragment that he couldn't forget.

"So, you've made it!" Zhou Shaoming tried to ask.

"Yes, I made it, and I now get paid twice as much for a movie as this check! But now when you ask me why I make movies, I seem to find that money is no longer the most important goal. Could it be the damn Oscar? Damn, I don't need it to prove myself. ”

"Get out of the loop! Why make a movie? It's because of dreams! The dream has always been there, and if a dream is realized, there will be another new dream, and it is the dream that supports us to keep chasing, so that our life can be sublimated and we can get different happiness! And now what are your dreams? Ask your heart! ”

Zhou Shaoming's words exploded in Jim Carrey's ears like thunder, making him dizzy for a while, and he couldn't help himself.

"Since your dream is to win the Oscar, then you have to be persistent in moving towards it, not discouraged by some twists and turns! No matter how much ridicule there is from the outside world, no matter how blind the film school is, persistently, persistently move forward! One day, you will conquer it, get it, and the dream will come true! It's no harder than you to go from being destitute to becoming a multi-millionaire, right? Where is your persistence? ”

Dreams, dreams!

Jim Carrey was a little speechless for a while, he didn't have to make movies for money at all, so why not make movies for his dreams?

Smith Zhou is right, where is the previous persistence?

Nodding to Zhou Shaoming, Jim Carrey didn't say anything, but he quietly decided in his heart to turn down the role of the actor in the comedy "Me, Myself and Irene".

From today onwards, I want to make a movie for my dreams!

Zhou Shaoming smiled, looked at the man who had regained his brilliance, and clapped vigorously.

Although Zhou Shaoming's "Chainsaw" did not have any nominations, he was just invited to watch the movie, but this day made Zhou Shaoming very happy, he met two friends, the famous Will Smith and Jim Carrey.

After the Oscar debut, Zhou Shaoming continued to devote himself to the pre-promotion of "Spring of the Cattle Herding Class", and countless flash mobs made the whole United States crazy, many people waited in the square of their hometown, holding cameras, video cameras, and waiting willingly, just for the moment when the music sounded, the chorus that tens of millions of people started together. Now, it is the final preparations before the release, and it has been a few days since the movie officially met the audience.

Avril is sick, and the sixteen-year-old has been spinning around with a lot of nuclei these days, and she is the most important part of the film, so it is natural to attend as many flash mob events as possible.

I traveled to more than 20 cities in a week, didn't even have time to eat, and caught a cold in Clifforland, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Zhou, I'm a little uncomfortable." Avril Lavigne did not have a trace of blood on her face, and after forcing herself to complete a flash mob performance, she almost collapsed softly in Zhou Shaoming's arms, her beautiful eyes closed tiredly, and she clutched Zhou Shaoming's clothes tightly, as if this could make her feel at ease.

"What's wrong? Oh, my God! Your forehead is so hot! Zhou Shaoming touched Avril's forehead with concern, but found that it was almost hot!

Zhou Shaoming jumped up anxiously, hugged Avril Lavril and ran to the hospital.

"Don't, don't worry, I'm fine, I'll be fine when I rest. Tomorrow, tomorrow we're going to Detroit, and we can't delay the publicity plan! Avril was like a kitten wrapped around Zhou Shaoming's warm arms and said softly.

"What a propaganda plan, you're sick! Tomorrow's plan is cancelled, I'll arrange for Isabella and them to go, and your task now is to see a doctor and get a good rest! Zhou Shaoming pretended to be vicious, hugged Avril tightly in his arms, and rushed to his car.

"Hmm." Avril was sweet in her heart, allowing him to gently put herself in the passenger seat, her charming eyes slightly closed, but she was unwilling to leave him for a moment.

Zhou Shaoming drove the car and quickly sent Avril to the nearest hospital, until the doctor said that it was just because of fatigue and the resistance was declining, and she had a cold and fever, and she could recover with a drip, and she could recover after a good night's rest.

But Zhou Shaoming ignored Avril's objections and insisted on asking for the best high-end ward for her to have a good rest.

Lying on the hospital bed, Avril kept holding Zhou Shaoming's hand, trembling slightly.

"What's wrong? Avril, do you want to eat something? I'll buy it for you! Zhou Shaoming felt the cold care, put pity on his face, and asked gently.

"No, I don't want to eat anything, I'm just afraid, I'm afraid of injections." Avril responded timidly.

The little girl's surname made Zhou Shaoming laugh, stabbed the back of her delicate hand with her cyan scum, and fiddled with the short hair scattered on Avril's forehead in distress.

"It doesn't hurt, just a moment, and you'll get better with the injection, so that you can dance in the sun, sing rock, and captivate the boys all over the world!" Zhou Shaoming touched her pale face and couldn't help pinching it.

Avril smiled coquettishly, dodging the big bad hand, and the shy and beautiful face made Zhou Shaoming's heart throb again.

The sun shines outside the window, and under the clear blue and elegant sky, the sun seems to be particularly attached to this girl with a bright lips and teeth, shining quietly and unwilling to leave.

Her indescribable eyes seem to dwell a stirring soul.

There was no vicissitudes in front of her eyes at all, only layer after layer of clarity, warmly surrounding Zhou Shaoming and melting into it.

Her mouth is Zhou Shaoming's favorite part, red and cute like water chestnut, a little stubborn, a little delicate, and a little intoxicated. There is not much space for the two of them to get along, but now they are looking at each other, and there is no one else.

Avril looked at Zhou Shaoming's face, the raised eyebrows, the tall nose, the tightly pursed mouth, the sun shining on his angular face, and his red eyes from working all night, suddenly touched the bottom of his heart, and there was always an irrepressible ** in his heart that wanted to squirt out.

"Smith Zhou, in fact, I ......" Avril braced her body and slowly leaned over, the gentle breath seemed to float with a faint fragrance of roses, and her cheeks were sickly pale with a faint red, like delicate flowers trembling in the wind in the morning dew.