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- The Best Actress trophy at this year's Saturn Awards goes to Naomi Watts of "King Kong". Nina became the one to accompany her with applause and congratulations. Ye Wei comforted her and said, "It's okay, just try your best to play Carrie well and come back to win the award next year." Nina joked to herself: "This is much better than last year, and next year will be even better. "
Christian Bale won the best actor, Peter Jackson won the best director, "Star Wars Episode III" won the best science fiction film, and "The Exorcism" defeated "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" and Films such as "Land of the Living Dead" won Best Horror Movie.
Amidst the roaring applause of the audience, and under the excited and joyful gaze of Nina, Ye Wei went up to the stage to receive the golden trophy. He stood behind the glass podium and looked at the guests and reporters. He said with embarrassment: "What can I say? ?You know I¡¯m a crow¡¯s mouth.¡±
The auditorium burst into laughter, and guests such as Jodie Foster and Tom Cruise who had attended the Golden Globes and Oscars were even more happy.
Ye Wei is naturally referring to the big gift package tax incident. Recently, the dust has settled. No one can defeat the IRS and still have to pay taxes. Ampas has announced the end of the big gift package system. This year is the last time. From next year, the consolation prizes will be gone. As for the Golden Globe Awards, HFPA will help celebrities pay the tax on gift packages for the past two years, but this year's tax will be paid by the celebrities themselves.
"I'm just grateful. "The Exorcism Video" is a miracle, but the basis of the miracle is that we made a good movie. Thank you Andrew and Heck, they wrote a very good story, thank you Michael, Julie, Maye Sieveryone on the crew, thank you for your concerted efforts, Nina."
Ye Wei looked at one of the guest seats, looked at the charming smiling face, and said with a smile: "Her amazing and incredible performance is the soul of the movie, thank you. Thank you to Lionsgate for its excellent distribution, and I must also thank You. Nick Culler.¡±
The whole audience burst into laughter again, but Nina straightened up.
"What a passionate young man. Thank you to the college, thank you all." Ye Wei said and walked away with the trophy.
When the applause rang out, Nina clapped her hands vigorously. In addition to being happy, she felt a little sad, as if there was something she should be thinking of. What? Don't worry too much.
This feeling of sadness became more and more serious as the award ceremony ended. There was no celebration party. She and Ye Wei returned to the backstage. Instead of going to the media for exposure, he went to say hello to her mother and chatted for a few words before leaving. Nina could tell that he had no intention of going to get together, he didn't want to.
This reminded her that another main reason why she broke up with him was "not suitable", which was the case four months ago and still is now.
Reunited, long-distance relationship, quarreling every time they meet, communication becomes a problem, he looks for other girls to fill the gap that she can't provide Is this good? not good.
He is too smart, he knows it is not good. The breakup is for everyone's benefit. He seems to be fine. As for her, her new life will continue!
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After leaving the Universal Studios Hilton Hotel, Ye Wei and Timberlake exchanged text messages and phone calls about the supermodel.
Timberlake doesn¡¯t have much to introduce. Most of the old and famous people have their own wives, so they have no interest in playing with this young guy. Ye Wei is also not interested in playing with "old women". He likes those of a similar age, preferably no more than three years apart.
?Morgan DuBlade? She's not in Los Angeles. Anti Muys? Demure has a traditional temperament, and after talking on the phone a few times before, he didn't want to offend her.
But he really needs a hot and interesting underwear model, no matter why, he just needs it. Underwear models are like chocolate, they are addictive.
There are a lot of model numbers on the phone, and it doesn¡¯t have to be a Victoria¡¯s Secret model. Who knows who will become one in the future. Hot and funny is fine, and talented is even better.
Ye Wei did not take any action tonight because his desire to write was so strong that he could not stop his inspiration!
After driving all the way back to his residence in Santa Monica, he made a few cups of tea, sat down in front of the computer in his workroom, opened Word and started writing the short story he had conceived before. He was going to upload it to his blog after finishing it, and he was too lazy to submit it. What.
Looking at the computer screen, Ye Wei typed a question:
the-collects-eyeball-man
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Before there were social networks, media reporters would not have had to refresh celebrity blogs and other websites. Although in the field of traditional media, this method of finding press releases from the Internet instead of public relations releases and exclusive interviews has not yet been recognized by the mainstream, it is undoubtedly a general trend, let alone online media.
As one of the topic generators, viy has the habit of reading his blog among countless reporters and movie fans.
This morning, AOL's entertainment reporter David Lucter checked the blogs of popular celebrities as usual, digging for news topics. When he refreshed Ye Wei's blog, there was a new blog! viyFour days in a row?New blog, The Eyeball Collector?
Luket opened it in surprise, and it turned out to be a short story with tens of thousands of words, published on 5/3/2006-1:35am, which was posted by Ye Wei after the Saturn Award last night.
There have been a lot of clicks and comments on the blog, with comments like "Wow, that's great!" and "Keep writing!" Luckett immediately started reading in surprise.
It¡¯s not surprising that viy writes short stories. He is actually a talented screenwriter, blogger and writer. He has published a weekly column in lat for more than two years. However, his achievements are not as high as those of a director and he is often ignored. However, he often interacts with Christopher -Paolini and others list the top ten young writers and the like.
Now that it¡¯s ¡°finally¡±, I don¡¯t know how to write it?
Will he be ridiculed by his colleagues in the media, or will he once again show his outstanding literary talent? As soon as Luckett read the beginning, his eyes lit up and he became very interested. The more he read, the more immersed he became, forgetting to evaluate it.
At the same time, "The Eyeball Collectors" is still being read and circulated by many people, and the media have begun to report the news: viy has written a novel!
This is a zombie-themed horror story, divided into three chapters.
The beginning of the first paragraph is very interesting. At last night's Saturn Awards ceremony, there was a sudden wave of zombies, and it was a mess. The escape of everyone was both thrilling and extremely ironic. Except for Ye Wei herself, who is also called Ye Wei, and Nina Dobrev, who is also called Nina Dobrev, other celebrities have used pseudonyms.
But you can recognize it because of the obvious description of the image. Not long after the opening of "Ted Magder", the fat man with a beard fell behind because he was too fat to run, and was torn in half by the zombies and eaten alive. , this is obviously Peter Jackson.
The way he died and when he screamed "my-lord!", fans who are familiar with pj movies can see that this is a joke on "The Dead": the classic tear-mouth poster, Father Magder's The zombies shouted "I teach you on behalf of God!"
Does Risui still have a big mouth that satirizes pj? But Ye Wei didn¡¯t seem to write this out of grudge. George A. Romero was the first to die tragically. His chance encounter with Jodie Foster saw a taxi approaching on the roadside after escaping from the hotel. She She panicked and shouted "Taxi!" Unexpectedly, the driver was a semi-mutated zombie and got out of the car and bit her to death.
If you don't know about Jodie Foster's famous work "Taxi Driver" and the Hinckley incident, you will only feel nervous; for knowledgeable fans, faced with this kind of serious black humor and cruel text, viy wrote a lot in detail It's really weird and creepy to see how "Iris Dost" was torn into pieces by the zombies that came up.
Ye Wei and Nina Dobrev also escaped from the hotel, but unfortunately encountered a group of zombies in the parking lot and fought. Dubov was bitten to death by zombies and had no time to say anything before his death; Ye Wei, who was almost dead, was helpless and could only cry out in grief and run for his life.
In the second paragraph, Ye Wei drove alone in Los Angeles at night and fled to his home in Brentwood. The world has changed drastically. Screams and gunshots are everywhere, and the streets are filled with zombies and panic. people.
When Ye Wei returned home after going through many hardships, he found that his family members were all dead, and several neighbor zombies were eating their bodies and those of their puppy Toto.
At the end of the second paragraph, Ye Wei escaped to his room, took a machete from his collection and killed the zombies. At the same time, the fire in the kitchen turned into a raging fire in the whole house. Ye Wei sat on the sofa in the living room, looking at the bodies of his family members in a pool of blood, expressionless.
The third paragraph reads like this:
¡¾The sky is getting bright, and the faint morning light wakes up the young lovers Jay and Taryn. A scary but safe silence still envelopes the woods beside the road. Suddenly, they heard the roar of zombies hidden in the cold wind. They didn't roar often, only when they were killing people.
The two knew it was time to leave, and the danger was approaching, so they picked up their simple luggage and walked out of the woods to continue on the road. They set out from Bakersfield and wanted to go to Nevada. There were many people in Southern California, but it was a vast and sparsely populated area, so it was logical that it would be easier to survive.
They have no confidence. How can the current world make sense? It stands to reason that they have just entered the university campus and are not eating the few cookies left.
The cookies they got from a backpacker zombie were lucky enough to have five packs at first.
Since the disaster three years ago, this is the luckiest time for Jay. Taryn was better than him, she even had a hot slice of pizza at the cost of eating a different group of men over a period of time, a team of five men and one woman, a businessman, a teacher, a cook, a janitor and a homeless person who would later All dead, she guessed, they had left her and fled for their lives.
Jay saves her as he drives by, like Knight Rider, they miss that car, 1997This Buick Regal is silver-white and looks clean and bright, like new. It breaks down on the road after knocking over a small group of zombies, who seem to be having bad luck.
¡°A blanket!¡±
Taryn suddenly shouted in surprise, and Jay also saw a variegated plaid blanket spread beside a big oak tree in front of her.
The two of them approached carefully. The blanket was very clean, with only black blood stains on the corners. Taryn picked it up and found it soft and warm. It felt great. She took a sniff and found that there was not much fishy or musty smell. , but the smell of men's sweat remains, someone has used it not long ago.
"Hell, your wish came true." Jay said happily. Ever since she lost the Buick, Taryn had been talking about wanting a blanket.
"Yes, it seems we are lucky today." Tarin couldn't help laughing.
??????????????????? There was a sudden sound in the woods that woke them up from their sweet dreams. The nerves of both of them were tense for a moment. Their right hands reached for the dagger on their waists and they looked around.
"That's my blanket."
An emotionless voice sounded from behind the oak tree. Jay and Taryn turned around and saw a young, tall Asian man in ragged clothes. He was holding a bloody machete in his right hand and a knife in his left hand. The head of a motionless blonde female zombie.
The medium-long black hair stuck to his forehead, covering half of his face, but you could still see the corners of his mouth raised slightly, with an inexplicable smile.
Seeing him approaching, both of them couldn't help but hold their breath. They had met countless people in the past three years, good and bad, both good and bad. They couldn't tell what this man was.
"Friends, we don't mean any harm. This blanket" Jay looked at the blanket held tightly by Taryn. There was no need to say anything else. The blanket was already theirs.
"Take it." The young man said. He sat down on the ground beside the oak tree, put down the machete, and looked at each other while holding the zombie head in both hands.
Jay and Taryn looked at each other, seeing each other's doubts, he didn't complain at all, which made them unable to convince themselves, and a sense of danger came to their hearts.
"Really?" Taryn asked.
The young man grinned and said, "It's just a blanket."
His teeth are very white. It is not common to have such white teeth nowadays. There were black letters tattooed on the upper parts of his ten fingers. Suddenly, he reached out and dug out the left eyeball of the zombie's head. Rotten and smelly black blood was staining the evil on his right hand.
The two of them took a few steps back cautiously, watching in silence as he dug out the right eyeball of the head, and the nipple of his left hand was also covered in sticky blood.
"Look at these beautiful blue eyes." The head rolled to the side. The young man held a bleeding eyeball in each hand. It was as blue as the sky. He said, "I used to be a movie director. I think she could have As a Hollywood star, I will let her be my heroine. Her name is Marla."
As he spoke, he put his eyeballs on the sleeves of his tattered shirt, wiping the remaining flesh and blood, and then put them in his pocket, his movements very gentle.
Tarin¡¯s eyes were slightly lowered, looking at the blanket in her hand and the hard black blood clots on the corners
"Let's go." Jay told her, there was no need to conflict with this man.
Just as they were about to move on, they saw the young man push aside a layer of fallen leaves next to him, revealing a gray rucksack hidden in a low area. The backpack looked full. Jay and Taryn's eyes became wild. .
"What's in the backpack?" Jay reached for the dagger on his waist again, paying attention to the machete lying on the ground.
Taryn gave him a calm look and said as friendly as possible: "We have no food. If you can give us some, I would be really grateful."
With a hiss, the young man unzipped the top of his backpack and showed it to them, "Some eyeballs."
Both of them immediately saw that the backpack was filled with white eyeballs, one by one like marbles. Jay swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and Taryn's hands trembled a little.
They knew that they should leave here as soon as possible and stay away from this man, because in order to collect the bag of eyeballs, whether they were dug out from the heads of living people or zombies, they should not provoke this man. But they can't resist hunger, and they can't escape until then.
Jay pulled out the dagger, closed his eyes unconsciously, and asked, "What's the use?"
"These eyeballs?" The young man grinned, "Occupational diseases left behind in the past, I want to feel that I am very noticed."
Taryn tried her best to smile, and Jay asked again: "What else? Those pockets in the backpack."
¡°You weren¡¯t a paparazzi before, were you?¡±The young man grabbed a handful of eyeballs from his backpack and took them out, with an expression as if he was thinking: "Don't you think it's strange? Everywhere in his body is rotten, except for two places. One is the teeth, and the other is the eyeballs. Why?"
"They are alive" Taryn said softly, but when she thought of something strange, her voice changed: "Why are those eyeballs not rotten?" Jay was also shocked,
"Because it's cooked." The young man picked up an eyeball from his right palm with his left hand, put it into his mouth and started chewing it. His right palm stretched out towards them, "Would you like some protein?"
The two of them looked at him chewing hard, making a clicking sound. They were both a little stupid, and their internal organs felt like vomiting. He was eating zombies eating human eyes
nervous? Fear? consternation?
Feeling uneasy all over.
There is bitter saliva at the bottom of the tongue, and no sound can be made from the throat.
But the young man seemed to be enjoying the meal. There was a muffled sound and something was bitten to pieces. He grinned and said again: "This guy is really strong. It can be used by both men and women. Do you know that I miss them?" The reason why the teeth and eyeballs are not rotten is because what zombies eat and see is no different from what humans eat.¡±
"Eat life and see death." He put another eyeball into his mouth and chewed it, shaking his head and sighing: "Survival, competition and continuation, it has always been like this, and it will continue to be like this."
He looked at the two of them, put the eyeball in his right hand on the ground, zipped up the backpack, and picked up the machete at the same time.
Both Jay and Taryn couldn't help but take a few steps back, their scalps feeling cold.
"It doesn't matter." The young man said, "I've given you the food, and I've given you the way to get the food. Enjoy it."
The two of them remained silent, watching the young man gradually walk away with his backpack and machete, disappearing into the shadows of the woods. Then they carefully walked to the oak tree and looked down at the small pile of eyeballs on the fallen leaves on the muddy ground. The head of the female zombie was lying next to it, and the eyeless sockets were two seemingly bottomless blood holes.
¡°Mara, she looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old when she died.
The man just now was Ye Wei, they all remembered it, they knew him, they used to like his "Little Miss Sunshine". ¡¿ - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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