UGB Chapter 472 Seaside, Manchester
Chapter 472 Seaside, Manchester
Chapter 472 Seaside, Manchester
Massachusetts, northeast of Boston, Manchester by the sea.
It was only the end of October, but Ye Qin felt that winter had entered ahead of time, he suddenly shook his shoulders, took a breath of slightly cold air, and when he exhaled again, the white steam was visible to the naked eye.
If it weren't for the temperature, the cliff would be a good place to hide and relax. Ye Guangji hit the daily limit for 4 consecutive times, and the global box office of "The Martian" exceeded 7 million dollars...
His net worth has skyrocketed again, and his total personal box office has also skyrocketed. The gate of 200 billion yuan is close at hand, and there is only one movie worth 10 billion yuan!
Right now, it's just over the top.
"What about the car, why hasn't the car come yet?"
Lin Bin shrunk his head and pressed his chin against his collar to prevent the cold wind from entering, but the thin clothes were not resistant to freezing at all.
Ye Qin glanced at Yang Chaochao, her nose was already red with cold, but she was able to bear hardships, her hands were full of luggage, and there were several bags on her small body, just like a backpacker going out for camping.
"Beyond, give me the two bags in your hand."
"Do not."
Yang Chaoyue was stubborn and stubborn, drooping his head, and suddenly saw a car parked slowly by the side of the road from the corner of his eye, and said in surprise:
"Brother, is it our car?"
"Hi!"
Scarlett leaned out from the car window, and asked "anti-customer": "Are you late?"
Ye Qin rolled his eyes: "Who knew New Hampshire next door, there is also a Manchester there, we went to the wrong place."
"Haha."
Scarlett laughed, then covered her mouth and said, "Sorry, I'm late, get in the car."
The three of them threw their luggage in the trunk, and Du Duyang surpassed the bag he was carrying, and never left his hand.
Ye Qin was sitting on the passenger seat, with his hand stretched out on the air vent, and the warm air was blowing on his palm, dispelling the cold.
"This town is called Manchester by the Sea. At first, like you, I got confused. I even thought it was Manchester, England, and asked my assistant to book a ticket."
Scarlett drove steadily, and Ye Qin smiled and looked out the window, the cold sea, the empty streets, and a few seagulls circling in the gray-blue sky.
Here, neither the Red Devils who swept the stadium, nor the birthplace of British rock and roll.
It's just an ordinary town by the sea, with a bit of vicissitudes.
Even in order to distinguish it from Manchester in England, the name was changed to "Manchester by the Sea".
"There are so few fishing boats at sea?"
"The fishery here is all transferred to Boston, but fortunately, you can buy fish."
Scarlett licked her tongue, "Did you bring everything?"
"Hey, it's in her hands." Ye Qin Chaoyang surpassed Nunuzui.
………………
"Hiss, hiss."
In the pot on the induction cooker, there is a fragrant hot steam.The aroma of the hot pot bottom material floated in the house after a little stir-frying.
Ye Qin lightly turned on the fire, sprinkled some salt, and poured a few cups of hot water into the pot.
The boiling water and the consistency of the hot pot base, the mixture of two wonderful liquids, fully dilute the salt.
"Suck it, suck it."
Scarlett, Lin Bin, Yang Chaoyue and Sanhuo each held a bowl, and the four of them sat in a circle.
"Kenneth, Zhao, are you coming?"
Ye Qin glanced at John Zhao, who swallowed his saliva, and director Kenneth Lonergan.
"Qin, are you cooking tomato soup?" Kenneth Lonergan approached.
"This is Huaxia's hot pot."
Ye Qin removed the plastic wrap, and plates of potatoes, fish, spinach, cabbage, shrimp, and beef balls were placed on the table.
Just started, Scarlett and Yang Chaoyue are like starving ghosts reincarnated, and the two ghosts knocked on the door.
It's okay, just watch the flesh go down.
"Wait, it's still close."
Ye Qin took a small Mexican pepper and boiled it in the pot. This pepper is ten times stronger than Huaxia pepper.
Sure enough, all of them were red-faced and red-faced. Eating hot pot in the cold weather was delicious and full of enthusiasm.
After a few sips of Moutai, including John Zhao, everyone who had never seen Huaxia cuisine started talking.
Mainly chatter.
It was already ten o'clock when the game started, and it was past eleven o'clock before I knew it, and I was still very interested.
From food to gossip, from gossip to movies.
"Qin, play John Zhao's son, didn't you bring it?" Kenneth Lonergan asked doubtfully.
"He needs to apply for a visa, and he will come soon." Ye Qin waved his hand to dispel his doubts.
"It is very difficult to find Asian actors, let alone young actors who are about to grow up."
Kenneth Lonergan pointed to John Zhao, who complained, "Because Hollywood gives us so few opportunities!"
"Father, I can understand, I can completely understand..."
Ye Qin listened to Kenneth Rona's half-drunk and half-awake complaints. Because of a stalemate with the producer and distribution company, the previous work was given to Xuezang for five or six years, and it was taken off the shelves maliciously after two weeks of release.
A smooth career has been hit to the bottom.
Therefore, it is only after further processing on Matt's cute inspiration that the whole book loses again and again, and it is not the same as decadent.
Lie flat, Buddhism, Ge You lie, that is a helpless self-mockery.
"Manchester by the Sea" simply wants to write a big word "miserable" on the audience's legs.
The core of tragedy is romance, but it is not.
Ye Qin wanted to play John Lee, who was originally happy, with a lovely wife, sons and daughters, but once a fire was lit in the stove, he forgot to take protective measures, which caused a fire.
In this tragedy, all the children died in the sea of fire.
Her wife also hated him and left him.
And he, from then on, was in a daze, devastated, and lived a miserable life of poverty.
No wealth, no rights, no status, and he can't even take care of himself. If it wasn't for the sudden death of John Zhao Yan's brother, and a nephew who needed him as a guardian, he would never return to the sad place.
"According to the general routine, in the process of taking care of your nephew, you should redeem, reflect, cheer up, and slowly let go of your past self in the midst of the years."
Kenneth Lonergan said rudely: "But to heal it, time will only make people more painful, Qin, can you understand this feeling?"
Ye Qin nodded silently, facing Scarlett with fixed eyes.
Scarlett was startled, and saw that he was moving very slowly, taking the cigarette, biting the cigarette, lighting the fire, smoking, exhaling the cigarette in a French style, the smoke drifting away from the corner of his mouth bit by bit.
The whole person was filled with an aura, gloomy and explosive at any time, as if the excitement belonged to us and the indifference belonged to him, the hot pot was very popular and he was very cold.
Kenneth Lonergan sobered up all of a sudden, John Zhao opened his mouth and observed closely, the eerie silence was suffocating.
Especially, the looming eyes in the smog.
Ye Qin restrained his expression and let out a chuckle: "Is that what you mean?"
At this time, there was no sound.
Scarlett's eyes were slightly red, and at that moment, she seemed to see a wounded soul.
"That's it, that's it!"
Kenneth Lonergan was excitedly taking pictures of the table, but he felt as if he had poured a few ounces of Moutai in his heart, ready to burst out.
"I can't wait to turn it on right now and record your performance just now!"
Ye Qin shook his head and said modestly: "Kenneth, I need you to help me find local residents. My accent is not an authentic Boston accent."
"Me too." Scarlett said proactively.
"It couldn't be better, if it snows now, it would be even more perfect."
Kenneth Lonergan scratched his head.
"Snow?"
Ye Qin walked to the window and gently opened a crack, the cold wind came blowing, and the chill suddenly rose.
The night was dark and the wind was high, the hot pot was getting colder, the cups and plates were messed up, and everyone ran to the room.
"Well……"
Ye Qin squinted his eyes, his eyes were dim, and he felt unwell for no reason.
Because it's not like usual, sleeping until I wake up naturally.
The chest was tight, the limbs were tightly wrapped by the rope, and there was a gust of cold air in the warm bed, but the strange thing was that the breeze blowing on the neck was warm!
In a daze, he suddenly opened his eyes.
Someone is moving his car keys and asking him to drive!
Damn it, the female ghost is on top of you, right? !
"Scarlett?"
Boom, the sea in Manchester has been rising.
Until, the tide ebbs and flows.
"Sally, are you really going to that town to meet that Chinese man?"
Megan Ellison took a breath, took out two women's cigarettes, and threw one of them to Sally Redstone.
"Of course, Paramount is absolutely not allowed to break away from the Redstone family's control."
Megan Ellison graciously put on a lighter: "I'll accompany you, I have money!"
Sally Lei Shidong touched the fire with a cigarette in her mouth, and said with a smile: "No, it doesn't need to be too complicated. Since Philip is looking for him and Wanda, then I will invite Ari and DMG to participate in the Paramount bidding."
Thanks to the book friend Shangshanruoshui ヽJ for the 100 starting coins.
(End of this chapter)