Django sipped coffee in the VIP room in the Wanda Screening Room, looking down the aisle from time to time.

The walkway was noisy and very noisy.

He frowned.

Contrary to what I expected, the movie had been playing for nearly an hour, but Django didn't see the audience in the "Struggle" screening room scolding and leaving, let alone causing much commotion.

A dazed emotion arose in his heart.

He turned on his computer......

There are already many people scolding "Struggle", but these ordinary trolls scolding "Struggle" can't have any impact at all, and they can't expand the scope.

He clicked on the avatars of several well-known film critics on Weibo.

It's a pity that those well-known film critics didn't send the written articles as agreed, not only did they not send them, but even those "own people" who came out in the first place never came out again after entering the screening room.

What's wrong with them?

He dialed a call, but strangely no one answered on the other end, and when he dialed again a second time, the phone was already off.

"What's going on?"

There was a vague uneasiness in his heart.

As time passed, the restlessness began to turn into agitation, and he found that more and more things were out of his control......

The door to the VIP room opened, and Cao Bangguo walked in from the outside.

"Uncle Cao......"

"Zhou Yilin didn't follow the script you said, right?" Cao Bangguo sat next to Django, looked at the fans coming and going below, and sighed: "Zhou Yilin is an old fox who is left and right, the grass on the wall, he looks at which side he has the power over there, and he has always pursued the principle of not offending both sides since he was young...... When Zhou Yang won the Oscar, he was more active than anyone else in taking the application form of the vice president, and even went to pick up the plane himself, for fear that he would lose that piece of incense if it was too late...... This little trick ......"

"Uncle Cao, since you know this, why do you still want to help me act in this play? Or even everything did what I said it would, without any reminder of me? Django was a little frustrated, but his eyes were still puzzled and confused.

"Immature strategies can only be matured through practice, and there are failures to be impressive, and now you think back on you, do you know what you didn't do well?"

"I'm too eager to add fuel to the fire......" Django lowered his head, his eyes flashing gloomily.

"Yes! At the same time, you still underestimate Zhou Yilin, the old fox, but don't worry, he doesn't know who is doing this in secret, only that many people in the association have begun to be dissatisfied with his behavior......"

"Hmm."

The two chatted, and after chatting for a while, the two continued to look at the downstairs corridor.

"Uncle Cao, what's going on in the screening room of "Struggle"? It took him such a short time to shoot a documentary, and I heard that it was shoddy, but why ......"

"Zhou Yang is a very talented person, but it's a pity that ......" Cao Bangguo did not answer Django's doubts, but sighed faintly, with a little regret in his heart.

Django was all too familiar with that look.

That was a regret that he did not pull Zhou Yang into his camp.

A strong unwillingness suddenly flashed in his heart, and an emotion called jealousy surged in his heart, he asked himself that he was much stronger than Zhou Yang, in his heart, Zhou Yang was a director who could only publicize and engage in all kinds of gimmicks......

No, it's not a director at all!

"What the hell did he shoot?"

"I don't know, are you going to check it out?"

"I ......" Django met Cao Bangguo's eyes, but he finally shook his head, maintaining a trace of stubbornness: "Don't go!" ”

Cao Bangguo didn't speak, just looked at Django.

I don't know why, but my eyes are no longer as appreciative as they used to be.

The investment in "Cyborg" is huge, and according to the current trend, it is estimated that it will not reach the hit.

"Someone's coming out, huh? How did you come out crying? ”

…………………………

in the screening room.

Zhou Yang's female fans shed tears.

Because it was just a camera position, and only the temporary recording of the mobile phone, the screen was a little blurry.

Vaguely, they could see Zhou Yang trembling and slumped on the side of the coffin, but Zhou Yang's other hand was constantly hitting the injured place, and blood seeped out from between the temporarily bandaged clothes.

"He's using pain!"

"He's using the pain to keep himself from fainting......"

"Woooooo

Pain naturally has an effect!

They saw Zhou Yang's body tremble for a moment, and finally forced his body to reach into the other side.

He's answering the circuit.

The sound of wheezing was heavier than ever, and every breath was tugging at everyone's heart.

In the shadows, his body trembled irregularly.

You can feel that strong desire to survive across the screen.

Ba Liming's heart was shocked.

He suddenly realized that all movies are in the service of realism.

Only with a sense of reality can there be a sense of substitution, and with a sense of substitution, you will truly experience the content in the movie.

There are no tricks, no pompous shots, and it's as simple as a child who has just learned to make videos.

But because of this, this "Struggle" is more impactful.

One or two female fans couldn't bear the feeling of depression and left the screening hall with their mouths covered, but they didn't leave long before they came over again.

They were followed by a few people who sneaked in, they were halfway through the other movies, and they saw the girls in the "Struggle" screening room crying and saying that they felt sorry for their brother, and then walked in with curiosity......

The staff didn't pay attention to them, but continued to stare at the screen, not wanting to miss a single detail.

Not long after they walked in, they instantly heard a cheer from the entire screening hall, and several fans even stood up and cheered for Zhou Yang on the screen, and two female fans hugged excitedly......

Those viewers who just walked in were a little confused, especially after seeing the screen with the image quality of an island country, they felt that it was really shoddy.

But they chose to watch it anyway.

The blurry, as if the image quality taken with a mobile phone, began to gradually become clear after the entire coffin was powered on.

on screen.

Because of blood loss, Zhou Yang's face was very pale, but he breathed fresh air. Smith was also woken up by Zhou Yang, and the two of them who survived the disaster were chatting about how to escape next, and everything seemed to be moving towards a good place.

However, despair is often hidden in hope......

"Boom!"

There was another loud explosion above.

The whole big screen shook again, and the light that had finally lit up went out again......

There was a scream in the screening room!

A lot of people covered their mouths.

Despair, hope, despair......

……………………

An Xiao was trembling.

One of her hearts hung in the air.

The images on the screen are starting to get a little blurry.

The yellow sand frantically invaded the coffin, and in the oppressive and claustrophobic space, the only oxygen left was getting less and less, and it was getting thinner and thinner.

She saw Zhou Yang take out his mobile phone and was struggling to send a text message.

An Xiao thought of the text message that she received suddenly.

Zhou Yang, it turned out that in such a desperate environment, he sent me a text message.

She covered her mouth, and she couldn't wipe away her tears.

She saw that the coffin shook again, and the mobile phone she gave to Zhou Yang was smashed to pieces.

It turned out that it wasn't that he didn't reply......

But I can't go back!

There was a burst of sobbing in the screening room, and several of the girls left the screening room again, feeling that it was too oppressive to stay here, and they couldn't breathe at all.

"There's a signal, there's a signal! Haha, we've got a signal! ”

A dramatic scene, accompanied by Ville. Smith's excitement and excitement rang out again.

The phone has a signal!

Vail. Smith called the police, however, the content of the police was extremely disgusting, especially the operator's arrogant and indifferent questioning attitude, which made the audience feel disgusted.

They suddenly realized that Lao Mei's operator turned out to be of this quality.

The yellow sand seeped more and more, covering the Ville. Half of Smith's body, the air getting thinner, Will. Smith clutched his throat and tried to get himself in as much air as he could, but the constant coughing and suffocation made it impossible for him to breathe in!

He began to have a complete breakdown.

He completely lost his mind, roaring like a mad beast, banging on the coffin like madness, hitting his head and digging with his nails, and the top of the coffin was dug out with shocking blood.

"Click!"

The light of the camera flickered on and off......

With a "cracking" sound, the turbulent yellow sand seeped in like a tide, burying his body, and he struggled to climb out, but was immediately drenched by the yellow sand again.

"Woohoo."

His beastly roar eventually turned into a whimper.

The audience's emotions were frantically hung up with the camera, and their hearts trembled......

"Whew!"

They saw Zhou Yang tear his clothes apart and slam Will. Smith covered his head with his clothes, and at the same time wrapped his head around his own clothes, and then grabbed Will with one hand. Smith's hand.

The yellow sand was stained red with blood.

In the hazy yellow sand, they saw Zhou Yang frantically smashing the coffin lid......

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The rhythmic sound hits everyone's heart over and over again.

The yellow sand buried them, but the rhythm of beating the coffin did not stop, but began to work harder and harder with the sound of rapid breathing.

Some fans stood up uncontrollably.

"Click!"

They saw that the wall of the coffin had finally been smashed open, and the stone that had been in the way had been smashed to pieces.

In the blurry footage, they saw Zhou Yang's figure desperately pulling the yellow sand and clods of soil, desperately grabbing upwards......

Wheezing, crazy wheezing, as if the lungs were going to explode.

Struggle!

Zhou Yang seemed to have lost consciousness and struggled instinctively, his arm seemed to become bloody, and almost no piece of flesh was intact.

But......

Inch after inch, he finally pulled Will. Smith, struggling out of the cramped coffin.

Darkness flooded the screen.

There was no light on the entire screen, only sound, only the sound of Zhou Yang struggling upward, and the sound of the yellow sand being peeled off.

However, the sound is getting softer and softer......

This moment!

Ba Liming's heart was entangled, almost suffocating.

The camera cuts to a rescue team desperately pulling through the sand.

In the footage, a pool of blood oozed out.

They saw a pair of hands, pushing away the sand and climbing up desperately, as if trying to grasp everything they could.

They saw a flesh-and-blood figure, unconscious, almost instinctively driven to action.

When Ba Liming saw that the clothes on Zhou Yang's head were pulled open, revealing a face that could not see his facial features and gasped for breath, goosebumps all over his body rose.

And then......

He stood up unconsciously.

The applause was accompanied by a burst of sobbing.

That's reverence for life!

…………………………

Inside.

Django saw a lot of people coming out one after another.

Almost all of the audience had a hint of lost emotion on their faces.

Several girls squatted on the ground, crying silently, as if they could not release from that emotion.

Django saw "his own man" come out of it and took out his phone.

Subsequently......

Django's phone rang.

He answered the phone.

"I'm sorry, I can't ...... with a clear conscience"

"It's the only movie that shocked me from the bottom of my heart......"

"How can life be so tenacious......"

He heard an apology, and then Django saw "his own man" hang up the phone.

When he looked down the aisle again, he saw the audience members walking out of the screening room talking over and over again about the touch and emotional tremor that "Struggle" had brought them.

Immediately afterward, countless fans flocked around the ticket window......

They looked excited......

It's crazy.

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Two more today, sorry, it's late

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