The corridor of the hospital was extremely quiet, and the echo of the footsteps was invisibly amplified. Elliot tried to slow down his pace, but did not slow down, his eyes were busy searching. At the same time, the brain began to work fast.
He has been around for fifteen minutes, but still has nothing to gain. The entire building of the hospital is really not small, and it is not a solution to continue going around aimlessly like this. To find someone is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack. He must think of a more effective screening method, and maybe it's a good idea to ask someone to inquire. But who should be called
Nurse? patient? Rehabilitationist? cleaner
One by one, the information was sifted in his mind. Suddenly, Elliott's footsteps could not help but pause. What did he catch just now? He took another two steps back, looked to his right, and saw Renly sitting on the bench.
The young man leaned on the back of the chair, raised his face, the afternoon sunlight fell lazily, and light dust flew above the handsome eyebrows, covered with a thin golden halo, and the contours of the facial features changed. It's blurry, and I can only capture the faint smile on the corner of the mouth. Time seems to hang on the soft corner of the mouth, shaking recklessly, but it never leaves.
Youth is young.
Elliott was stunned for a moment. He almost forgot that Renly was only twenty-one years old this year. Although everyone is emphasizing Renly's youth, in fact, Renly's demeanor and demeanor always make people forget his age. until now.
After being stunned, a surge of ecstasy swept through his chest, filling his chest, he found it, and he really found it!
Elliott couldn't wait to meet him, but before the joy could climb up his brows, panic and fear made his steps stop abruptly. The sudden pause made the soles of the shoes rub against the ground with a sharp sound. Elliott only felt blood. Immediately frozen into ice, the whole person was stiff in place, cracking and muscles tense.
That was Renly Hall.
So far, Elliott has fought Renly twice, the first time after the Emmy Awards, when he foolishly paid for a taxi and was dumped outside the gate of the celebration party. The security went after him everywhere; the second time, in Hawaii, Renly's unhurried, poised performance made him look like a clown, and he fled in a panic.
It was a shame to say it, but to be honest, he was a little scared of Renly. Because I can't eat.
In fact, not only him, but also his colleagues in the journalistic circle—although journalists never regard paparazzi as their peers—also think so. In the short one year since Renly appeared in front of everyone, he and the reporter have met many times. In the confrontation, not only did the reporters have no way to take advantage, but they were also at a disadvantage, and they were even embarrassed.
Those reporters who try to get the news out of Renly's mouth are often inflamed and overwhelmed. It is rumored that the reporters of "Entertainment Weekly" have repeatedly been deflated by Renly's hands, and they have become the laughing stock of the industry. You know, the same "Entertainment Weekly" has recently been making Natalie Portman a lot of trouble.
Those vivid memories flooded into his mind, and Elliott's whole person was frozen, and he seriously thought about an extremely serious question: Did he have water in his brain? He actually took the initiative to deliver it to the door, and ran all the way to Seattle, asking for trouble? Does he have masochistic tendencies? If he turned his head and ran now, would it be too late
"Good afternoon, since we have already come, are you not going to say hello before leaving?"
That's too late.
The warm and mellow voice came from his ears, and Elliott's muscles couldn't help stiffening, and then he realized that he was still keeping his movements in a fixed frame, which looked really funny, so he shyly withdrew his movements and pretended not to care. Looking at it, I still have a trace of impulse in my heart: Is it not good to run away now
His eyes looked at Ren Li again, and then he saw that he closed his eyes again, feeling the warmth of the sun, without the slightest panic, sitting on the bench elegantly and quietly, with a contented demeanor, one could see that , he enjoyed the rare tranquility of this lazy afternoon. This made Elliott puff out his chest a little and regain his courage—
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He's a paparazzi, he's the strong side, he doesn't need to be afraid of Renly at all, not to mention his age advantage, just that the pen and the camera are in his hands, and after the interview, he wants to write an article. Why should he worry about it? Renly was the one who needed to be cautious.
He comforted himself so, cheered himself up, then stepped forward and walked over.
Looking left and right, Elliott was a little hesitant, not knowing how to position himself. If he stood like this, although the height advantage could have the upper hand, he didn't know why, but he always had a feeling that he was a subordinate and Renly was the boss delusion; but if he sits down, where should he do it
Elliott's eyes fell on the bench, which could accommodate at least four people, while Renly sat on the left, leaving a large space on the right, as if he was invited to sit down.
Which artist would invite the paparazzi to sit down and have a long talk
Elliott felt a little confused, but he still sat down, leaned to the right side as much as possible, cleared his throat, "...what are you doing here?" A blank eye, this is really unprofessional at all, even a rookie who has just entered the industry would not bring up such a boring topic that is not nutritious, so he quickly made up for it.
"I mean, why are you in Seattle? Aren't you supposed to be in Los Angeles? Not only did you miss most of the awards season buzz, but you also missed the nominee luncheon. It wasn't that long ago that you harvested yourself The first Oscar nomination, you should be in the spotlight and enjoying the focus, not sitting here… sunbathing. If you want sunbathing, wait until Al Pacino's age, there will be big Take a lot of time."
"Do you have a problem with Al Pacino?" Renly's rhetorical question made Elliott stunned, his eyes widened, and he didn't know how to respond. He just said all that tirade, and that's Renly's response? This this…
Ren Li opened his eyes. He just closed his eyes and rested for a while, basking in the warm sun, the coldness of his limbs gradually dissipated, the tense muscles began to ease, and the feeling of boiling in his internal organs gradually calmed down, although My head was still aching, but my whole body finally recovered.
Looking at Elliot who appeared within sight, a slight smile leaked from the corner of his mouth. He recognized it immediately. It was the paparazzi. Although he said that he did not intend to cooperate with the paparazzi in the interview, nor did he intend to expose his private life, but after all that happened just now, and now seeing a familiar face, I feel a little inexplicable. kind-
Eliot's presence reminded him that he was Renly. Not Adam, not Chu Jiashu, but Renly.
Renly didn't respond to Elliott's intention, so he simply ignored a large paragraph just now and asked back, "So, what's your guess?"
After joining the crew, he basically stopped reading newspapers. Nathan will still read on time every day, and then keep in touch with Andy on the phone, but if it is not an important situation, Nathan will not relay it. So, for the Hollywood situation, Renly really has a fault.
Elliott looked at Renly blankly, then reacted, rolled his eyes, and answered in the form of a question, "Then why did you show up in the hospital?"
Renly didn't speak, but raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect that Elliott's focus would be on the "hospital" at all.
But Elliott thought he got the point, so he asked aggressively, "Why do you look so frail? Are you sick?" Elliott glanced down and saw Renly's arm The remaining wound on his face, "Are you receiving treatment? What's wrong with you?"
Interesting, really interesting.
As a journalism major, Renly couldn't help but find it interesting. If he did not become an actor, but a journalist, what would Hollywood look like in his eyes
"Your eyes are a little excited, so are you expecting me to be seriously ill and report the scoop? That's why you made a special trip to Seattle?" Renly said with interest, in a sarcastic tone that I couldn't hear. Come out in the end is yes or no.
Elliott choked, Renly's question, he didn't nod or shake his head, and now he was in a dilemma. Although he was shouting wildly in his heart: Yes, that's it; but being teased by Renly like this, he suddenly felt ashamed, "Uh..."
Renly chuckled, seemingly amused by Elliott's response, "What did my agent say? Didn't you ask for official information?"
"Andy said you were shooting a work," Elliott replied reflexively. As a paparazzi, his ability to react is one of his advantages, but every time he is in front of Renly, this advantage seems to be unable to play, mainly because Renly's answer is too unpredictable.
"Then I'm shooting a work." Renly's spontaneous affirmative answer made Elliott blink, and his skeptical look became even more intense - this sounds like a perfunctory, no matter what. "I know, relatively speaking, suffering from a serious illness, or even a terminal illness, makes the news good, but it disappoints you."
Elliott had the urge to cry, he felt like he was being teased/played by Renly, seriously! He doesn't know now what is true, what is false, and what the truth is! Renly is just kidding!
"Or did you leave L.A. and come all the way to Seattle at a pivotal point in awards season to cover this work I'm working on? Hoping to dig up some scoops and promote our work? If so , I was so impressed.”
Seeing the indifferent smile on Renly's face, Elliott wanted to go home.