The corridors of the hospital were extremely quiet, and the echo of footsteps was invisibly amplified. Eliot tried to lighten his pace, but did not slow down, his eyes were busy searching. At the same time, the head began to move quickly.

He has been around for fifteen minutes, but there is still no gain. The entire building of the hospital is really not small, so going around aimlessly is not a solution. It is undoubtedly a needle in a haystack to find someone. He must think of a more effective screening method, maybe, find someone to inquire, this is a good note. But who should I call?

nurse? Patient? Rehabilitation practitioner? Cleaner?

One piece of information was sifted through his mind. Suddenly, Eliot's footsteps couldn't help but pause. What did he catch just now? He took another two steps back, looked to the right side, and then saw Lan Li sitting on the bench.

The young man leaned on the back of the chair, raised his face, the afternoon sun lazily shed, a faint dust flying above the beautiful and sparse eyebrows, covered with a thin golden halo, and the outline of the facial features changed. It's blurry, and can only catch the smile that seems like nothing at the corner of the mouth. Time seems to hang on the soft corner of the mouth, swaying wantonly, but never leaving.

Youth is young.

Eliot was stunned for a moment. He almost forgot that this year's Lan Li was only 21 years old. Although everyone is emphasizing Lan Li's youth, in fact, Lan Li's demeanor and manners always make people forget his age. Until this moment.

After the stupefaction, a wave of ecstasy swept across, filling his chest, and found it, he actually found it!

Eliot eagerly greeted him, but before joy had time to climb his eyebrows, panic and fear stopped the footsteps abruptly. The abrupt pause made the sole of the shoe rub against the ground with a sharp sound. Eliot only felt blood. It immediately froze into ice, and the whole person was stiff in place, cracking, and his muscles tense.

That's Renly Hall.

So far, Eliot has fought against Lanly twice. The first time was after the Emmy awards ceremony. He stupidly paid for the taxi and was abandoned outside the gate of the celebration party. The security guards chased him everywhere; the second time in Hawaii, Lan Li's unhurried and calm performance made him look like a clown and fled in embarrassment.

Although it was a bit embarrassing to come out, but honestly, he was a little afraid of Lan Li. Because of inaccuracy.

In fact, it is not just him, but the reporters in the circle of reporters think so even though reporters never regard paparazzi as their counterparts. In just one year since Lan Li appeared in front of everyone, he and reporters have fought many times. Reporters not only couldn't take advantage of it, but they were also at a disadvantage, and even embarrassed.

Those reporters who try to get the news out of Lan Li's mouth are often ignited and overwhelmed. It is rumored that the reporters of "Entertainment Weekly" have repeatedly deflated in Lan Li's hands, and they have become the laughing stock of the industry. You know, "Entertainment Weekly" is also making Natalie Portman into trouble recently.

Those vivid memories came to mind, and Eliot froze, thinking seriously about an extremely serious question: Is his brain flooded? He actually took the initiative to send it to the door and ran all the way to Seattle to ask for trouble? Could it be that he has a tendency to be abused? If he turns his head and runs away now, is it too late?

"Good afternoon, since it's already here, don't you plan to say hello before leaving?"

That's too late.

The warm and mellow voice came from his ears, and Eliot's muscles couldn't help stiffening. Then he realized that he was still maintaining a freeze-frame movement, which looked really funny, so he retracted the movement in a daze, pretending to be left and right indifferently. After looking at it, there is still a trace of impulse in my heart: Is it not so good if you run away now?

He looked at Lan Li again, and then saw that he closed his eyes again, feeling the warmth of the sun, without the slightest panic, sitting on the bench in an elegant and quiet manner, and the calm and contented expression can be seen. , He very much enjoyed the rare tranquility of this lazy afternoon. This made Elliott straighten his chest slightly and renewed his courage.

He is a paparazzi, he is the strong side. He doesn't need to be afraid of Lan Li, and he doesn't have the advantage of age. He is in his hands with a single pen and lens. After the interview, it is his business to write an article. , Why should he worry? Lan Li is the one who needs to be cautious.

He comforted himself so, cheered himself up, and then stepped forward and walked over.

Looking left and right, Elliott hesitated and didn't know how to locate it. If he stood like this, although the high degree of superiority could have the psychological advantage, he didn't know why. He always had a subordinate and Lanli as the boss. Illusion; but if he sits down, what should he do?

Eliot's gaze fell on the bench, which could hold at least four people, and Lan Li sat on the left side, leaving a large space on the right side, as if clearly inviting him to sit down.

Which artist would invite the paparazzi to sit down and have a long conversation?

Eliot felt a little dazed, but he sat down, leaned to the right as much as possible, and cleared his throat, "...what are you doing here?" After the question was uttered, Eliot turned over by himself. A blank eye, this is really unprofessional at all, even a rookie who has just entered the industry would not raise such a boring topic with no nutrition, so he hurried to make up for it.

"I am, why did you show up in Seattle? Shouldn't you be in Los Angeles? Not only did you miss most of the awards season, but you also missed the nominees luncheon. Not long ago, you just got your own For the first Oscar nomination, you should stand under the spotlight and enjoy the focus of your gaze instead of sitting here...bath the sun. If you want to bask in the sun, wait until Al Pacino’s age, you will have a big A lot of time."

"Do you have an opinion on Al Pacino?" Lanly's rhetorical question made Elliott dumbfounded, his eyes widened, and he didn't know how to respond. He just made a lot of long talks, and this is Lan Li's response? This this……

Lan Li opened his eyes, and just closed his eyes for a while, basking in the warm sun, the coldness of his limbs gradually dissipated, the tight muscles began to slowly ease, and the feeling of boiling of the internal organs slowly calmed down, although The head still aches, but the whole person is finally relieved.

Seeing Eliot who appeared in sight, a slight smile leaked from the corner of his mouth. He recognized it immediately. This was the paparazzi. Although he did not intend to cooperate with the paparazzi in the interview, nor did he intend to expose his private life, but after experiencing all that just now, now seeing a familiar face, he feels a little kind inexplicably

Eliot's appearance reminded him that he was Renly. Not Adam, not Chu Jiashu, but Lan Li.

Lan Li didn't respond to Elliott's meaning, so he ignored a long paragraph just now, and asked back, "So, what do you guess?"

After joining the crew, he basically stopped reading newspapers. Nathan still reads on time every day, and then keeps in touch with Andy on the phone, but if it is not important, Nathan will not relay it. Therefore, in the case of Hollywood, there is a real gap between Lan Li.

Elliott looked at Lan Li in a daze, and then reacted, his eyes rolled round and round, and he replied in a questioning way, "Then why did you show up in the hospital?"

Lan Li had nothing to say, but only raised his eyebrows slightly. He did not expect that Eliot's focus would be on the "hospital".

But Eliot thought he had grasped the point, so he asked aggressively, "Why do you look so weak? Are you sick?" Eliot glanced down and saw Lan Li's arm. The remaining wound on the upper part, "Are you undergoing treatment? What happened to you?"

Interesting, really interesting.

As a journalist background professional, Lan Li can't help but find it interesting. If he does not become an actor, but a journalist, what will Hollywood look like in his eyes?

"Your eyes are a little excited, so, are you expecting me to be seriously ill and report the exclusive news? That's why you came to Seattle on a special trip?" Lan Li said with interest~lightnovelpub.net~that ridicule In his tone, I can't tell whether it is affirmative or negative.

Elliott choked, and Renly's question was neither nodded nor shook his head. It was a dilemma. Although he was yelling in his heart: Yes, that's it; but when Lan Li was teased like this, he immediately felt ashamed and embarrassed, "Uh..."

Lan Li chuckled lightly, seeming to be entertained by Eliot's response, "What's the matter with my agent? Didn't you ask for official information?"

"Andy, you are shooting a work." Eliot replied reflexively. As a paparazzi, his ability to react is one of his advantages, but every time he is in front of Lan Li, this advantage does not seem to be played out, mainly because Lan Li's answer is too unpredictable.

"Then I'm shooting a work." Lan Li answered in the affirmative and made Eliot blink, but his skepticism became thicker. It sounds like perfunctory. " I know that relatively speaking, serious illness, or even terminal illness, makes the news good, but it disappoints you."

Eliot has an urge to cry. He feels that he has been molested by Lan Li, and is seriously molested! He doesn't know now, what is true, what is false, what the truth is! Lan Li is simply playing/rogue/hooligan!

"Or, at the critical moment of the awards season, you left Los Angeles and made a special trip to Seattle to report on the work I was shooting? Hope to dig out some exclusive news to promote our work? If this is the case, I am so touched."

Seeing the indifferent smile on Lan Li's face, Eliot wanted to go home. ()

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