You Made Me a Superstar Chapter 384

   Chapter 384 Infernal Affairs Premiere

   The premiere of Infernal Affairs was very indecent.

   But the reporters were crazy…

  The auditorium was full of people inside and out, and even the corridors of the entire auditorium were densely surrounded.

  Wang Jing immediately changed Zhou Yang into a suitable dress.

   After changing clothes and washing it a little, Wang Jing noticed a bloodstain on Zhou Yang's face.

   Her pupils shrank violently, and she, who has always been calm, hurriedly called the medical team to deal with the wound on Zhou Yang's face, and even asked the assistant to dial 120.

   "It's okay, it's a minor injury. It's too much to hit 120 for this injury. It'll be fine tomorrow." Zhou Yang didn't care.

   He has suffered a lot of injuries.

   Although the back is not densely packed, there are seven or eight scars. After reading one of the scars, it is even more terrifying.

   This little wound on his face is really nothing.

   "It is very serious and must be dealt with properly!" Wang Jing was unprecedentedly solemn, and her eyes were full of distress and anxiety.

   In front of her, it seemed that it wasn't Zhou Yang, but a very delicate piece of art with an extra crack...

   "The movie is about to start, just deal with it."

"no!"

   Zhou Yang shook his head, only to feel that Wang Jing was making a fuss.

   In fact, the wound is very good, if you don't look carefully, you won't find it at all.

   Not to mention that it is unlikely that a scar will be left after such a small injury, even if there is a real scar, it is unlikely to be seen, there is absolutely no need for this.

   Moreover, he didn't rely on his face to eat.

   But a group of people surrounded me, and through the air I could feel a permeating panic and haze.

   "Oh my God!"

   "Then, there are not many wounds!"

"That……"

   Usually, before seeing the wounds of Django's subordinates, his manager Xu Mei even exclaimed as if he had seen the market before.

   "Somewhere" has not yet been released.

  It was quiet outside the theater.

   Guan Shao saw a group of medical staff helping Django to treat the wound under his face, and he hurried out like a small enemy.

   In the end, afraid of affecting the overall viewing atmosphere, Django was escorted by the staff to the nearby VIP lounge.

   As Django left, the quiet voice did not stop, but instead became louder.

   Guan Shao looked around.

   Although his face remained fierce, his eyes were filled with sympathy.

   But the sense of schadenfreude in his heart became weaker and weaker.

   I could vaguely hear the surrounding discussion about the injury under Django's face.

   is usually a film critic who is close and familiar with Wang Jing, with a bit of solemnity on his face: "It's so good to be disfigured!"

   Guan Shao's spirit was shocked.

   The feeling of schadenfreude instantly turned into an unprecedented joy, and in an instant, the whole person was fluttering.

   "Wrong?"

   "There are people to watch, but Zhou Yang is already hitting 120, which is estimated to be quite powerful... Yes, he will suddenly go to the front desk to treat his injuries during the premiere..."

   "It's a pity"

  Wang Jing was shocked again, so excited that she wanted to shout out.

  Django ruined!

   It doesn't matter what happens, for an artist, disfigurement is not only ruining his face, but also ruining my career.

  The entertainment industry is very realistic. Except for the past ten teenagers, there are few first-line artists who were once popular and suffered a small blow before they suffered disfigurement. Although he made a comeback before his injury, he worked harder than ever, but his popularity was back to the past. Before he acted in a few warm and fire movies, he was finally abandoned by capital, leaving everyone behind.

  Wang Jing's heart was beating thumping, and it became more and more calm.

After   , Guan Shao came back very slowly.

   With white gauze under his face...

  Wang Jing wanted to run over and peeled off the white gauze under Django's face, and went ahead to see whether the wounds outside were small or deep.

   But I was able to do that in the end, just looking at Django.

   The reporters at the entrance of the screening hall were very excited.

  Even though we were surrounded by several security guards, we still stretched the camera and slapped Django in the face.

  【Django may be disfigured! 】

   [Tragic, the premiere of "The Way of the Destiny" suffered a minor change! 】

   Similar blockbuster titles have long been brewed by us!

   But before we took a few pictures, the door outside the theater was finally closed.

  As the lights went out, the quiet auditorium quickly became quiet.

  The screen lights up.

   "Polar phone, a professional phone for movies!"

   The first ad made everyone want to vomit.

   is Zhang Genshui, who is short of money. He has packaged up all the cinema advertisements that can be covered all over the country. When every movie is released, there will be such an advertisement.

   Few fans have no nausea after watching it.

   But Wang Jing watched it with relish, looking at Guan Shao's handsome face outside the advertisement and Django's gauze face in reality.

   Excited, yet excited.

   At that moment, there was a piercing scream and noise in the theater.

   The door that was originally closed was opened by the security guard, and several security guards walked back around a man.

   This is Zhong Yanhong!

  Why is Sister Hong only here now?

  When Zhong Yanhong walked back, there was a sudden scream from the auditorium that had been quiet.

"sky!"

   "Django is actually saving people!"

   "Mom, Django is Superman, jump straight up from the seventh floor!"

   "Oh my God!"

   "Ahhhh!"

   Wang Jing turned his head sharply.

  With the advertisement lights of Elsa's electric car off-screen, no one has seen the origin of the sound.

   This is a heavy aged man holding a mobile phone. At this moment, he is covering his mouth, his eyes are full of tears, and his voice has become sharp because he is too shocked.

   Fans who are close enough even find it harsh.

   "There is no news outside! Just outside the official Weibo of CCTV News..."

   "The 3G phone is too laggy, so watch the video one after another..."

   "No video, no pictures!"

   "Damn it, my mother, I jumped up with the child just looking at it, scaring you to death!"

   "Guan Shao will break a bone!"

   "Oh my God, that Fen looks like he is rushing towards the sea of ​​annealing..."

The sudden sound of    caused a commotion among the fans outside the entire auditorium.

   Few people took out their mobile phones. Before seeing the news outside the mobile phone, more harsh excitement and screams rang out.

  Wang Jing only felt a humming sound in her head.

   Just when I was trying to figure out what was going on...

   A strange sound suddenly sounded outside the small screen.

   The strange sound actually covered up the screams, and then, the entire auditorium suddenly became quiet.

  The fans put on their mobile phones and looked at the screen in astonishment, and then we felt a chill that almost penetrated deep into our souls.

  【The Fourteenth Volume of the Nirvana Sutra: "The Buddha said: The existence of the body is eternal, and the longevity is a small calamity in the hell", the old translation was Avici Hell. 】

  Wang Jing watched the words displayed off the screen.

The line of    is oozing red, as if floating in a white and dark world, strange and full of a comfortable suffocation.

   went ahead, that line of words was hidden in the darkness.

  Wang Jing consciously held the handle of the chair with her hands, her throat throbbing slightly.

   There were bursts of murmurs in my ears, and in the percussion, it went back and forth, like a mysterious call from the other side.

   A flame burns in the lacquered and hot background tone.

  The flaming flames did not bring a feeling of coolness and darkness. Instead, they quickly sank into the abyss against the hot, white and dark background.

   With the camera's perspective gradually moving up, the suffocation in Wang Jing's throat is very weak, as if a drowning person was dragged into the deep seabed by mysterious power.

   What kind of soundtrack is that!

  Then my mother, it must be a ghost movie!

  The infiltrating soundtrack reverberated in Wang Jing's ears over and over again...

  Vaguely, I felt that I was in a hazy world of white and dark, and something terrifying would jump out and cause a cardiac arrest.

   This is an immersive thriller!

  I felt my hair stand up consciously, and the more I held the handle of the chair, the tighter I clenched it.

  On the screen, in the mysterious abyss world dominated by white, as if to see to the end, the strange soundtrack is getting louder and louder, with a faint trace of male, female, and children's voices...

   was struggling mournfully, calling for liberation.

  Wang Jing stared at the screen tightly, her breathing stopped and slowed down consciously.

  Mystery, gloom, fear, and even the feeling of death surrounds me, and it has not dissipated for a long time...

  In the end, the picture was buried in white darkness again with a strange horn sound.

   After a while, the world of white and dark gradually lit up.

  The weird and light screen finally revealed light, and as the bell rang, the camera gradually switched to a temple.

"Seven years later, in the parking lot of the small restaurant in the palace, Xiaoxing Village, and the opening of Zhang Xiaoji, you and your brothers have great ambitions. Who knows if it will be half a month, and you will be raided 1.3 times a day on average. Within a year, you will die. 6 brothers..."

"Bless the Buddha! The fortune teller said you were a 'one of the heroes of the past,' and you rejected it. If you think it's life or death, you have to decide for yourself. They have the shortest days with you and the cleanest foundation. Let them choose their own way. Well, I wish them all the best in the police department! Cheers, officers!"

   When Han Chen, played by Zeng Jiabao, appeared on the screen with a smile on his face, Wang Jing finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

   I find myself craving a bit more than ever.

   "The camera sense is very weak, the color matching is also very suitable, and the atmosphere of the rendering can be regarded as the top..."

   "That weird melody was really made up by Django alone?"

   Cao Bangguo muttered to himself.

  Wang Jing looked at me...

  My eyes were full of disbelief and admiration.

   It was a look Wang Jing had never seen before.

   At most…

   I have never looked at myself with that look.

  Following, I took a few more glances at the opening scene of "The Departed".

  Although there are only a few dialogues at the beginning of the film, Wang Jing can clearly feel that Guan Shao uses the lens language that has never been seen since, and pulls out a story.

that moment……

   I suddenly got mixed up.

  Despite trying to deny it, Django seems to be taking a step back!

"That one, the standard Hong Kong-made product cost less than 10,000 yuan, plus a local line of less than 1,000 yuan, it is worth hundreds of thousands of European products, the bass is firm, the midrange is pure, and the bottom tone is deep. through!"

   "Come, come here..."

  When Chen Yongren, played by Django, appeared on the screen, Wang Jing suddenly realized that what Django had regressed was only the language of the filming, not to mention his own acting skills.

  My eyes...

   is full of a touch of melancholy, as if being able to speak special.

  【Who is knocking on your window

   Who is pulling the strings

   This forgotten time

   Gradually rise out of your heart]

   "It's Zhong Yanhong's voice..."

   "Which old song of yours is that?"

   "Why have you heard of it?"

   When the audio and video play sound.

  When the melody full of age reverberates throughout the auditorium...

  Wang Jing was nearby, and Wang Shuai suddenly muttered to himself.

   (end of this chapter)

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