Chapter 405: Twilight Wraps Up, Inception Starts

Guli Nazha registered her Weibo on November 6, 2010, which was the second day she joined the Huanxin Company.

Huanxin Company has a rule that every new employee must register a Weibo. Guli Nazha didn't understand why at first. Later, she found out that the company has shares in Sina Weibo.

After having Weibo, Guli Nazha would post some selfies on it from time to time.

The people who followed her at first were just some family and friends in Xinjiang.

Until March, she started recording the places she walked through on it, to show her parents and friends in Xinjiang where she was and what she was doing.

As a result, she didn't expect that, in this way, the number of people following her increased every day.

By June 15, 2011, it had surprisingly broken the 100,000 mark.

This was already in the top 50 among travel bloggers.

"Wow!! Congratulations, this is great, congratulations!" Her roommate shouted in a particularly exaggerated tone, her dark face smiling out a mouthful of white teeth, and then jumped directly onto her bed, giving her a hug.

Guli Nazha was almost crushed to death, while struggling and laughing: "Hahaha, thank you, Michelle."

"Do you want me to go buy some wine to celebrate?"

"Uh, it's too late, forget it."

"It's okay, it's just downstairs, you wait for me."

Michelle went vigorously, Guli Nazha found a photo of herself making a heart with her fingers, with a forest and lake as the background, in her mobile phone album and posted it to Weibo.

The caption wrote: "100,000 fans! Thank you everyone!"

Soon someone left a message in the comment section below, it was one of her old fans.

"Congratulations, congratulations."

Guli Nazha replied: "Thank you."

Just after replying to this one, other fans' messages also appeared.

Guli Nazha looked at them one by one, replying to those who were interesting or some fans she knew.

Migrant worker moving big bricks: "Woo woo woo, it's so beautiful here, why is there only a hand, no face?"

I am Nazha: "No makeup 【fluorescent stick】."

White night light: "Goddess, where is this?"

"Vancouver."

Young Earl: "It's good to be rich."

"Poor, just working 【laugh】."

Cat under the starry sky: "What does the goddess do."

"Secret 【laugh】."

Melon-eating little expert: "Congratulations on breaking 100,000 fans!"

"Thank you Guagua."

However, as the number of people leaving messages increased, Guli Nazha didn't reply anymore, just looked.

She saw that the comment section was discussing the Weibo post of "Cat under the starry sky" at this time.

Discussing again what she was doing.

It was also the same old routine.

Either saying she was some rich daughter, second generation rich, or saying she was some mistress, third party, and some people said she just stole pictures online and posted them to attract attention.

In short, none of them were good words.

Similar discussions had occurred from time to time in these few months. Guli Nazha would be angry when she first saw it, but now she had figured it out. Why be angry, like Michelle said, don't care about other people's eyes, be yourself.

The doorbell rang.

Walking over to open the door, the black-skinned roommate flashed in all of a sudden.

Guli Nazha asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

"Close the door quickly."

Guli Nazha closed the door,

Michel began to speak in a Black accent, laughing as he said: "I feel like that woman went to knock on our boss's door again. I saw her coming from over there. OMG, I really think Luo Bo Pattinson is just too pitiful now. That poor man punched the director for her and lost his job, and now she's still delusional about seducing our boss, cheating again and again. Maybe he wasn't wrong at all that day."

Michelle Williams' words, if they were put a month ago, Guli Nazha definitely wouldn't understand, but with the day and night together during this period, even if Michelle was like a machine gun bang bang bang, she understood seven or eight out of ten.

She was taken aback, and also replied in English: "She went again? Then did the boss open the door?"

"Of course impossible, otherwise I wouldn't have bumped into her. This woman's chest is not as big as yours, her butt is not as perky as yours, her face is not as good-looking as yours, and she has a boyfriend, how could the boss take a fancy to her."

Guli Nazha was relieved, and then dissatisfied: "But my chest is not as big as yours, and my butt is not as good as yours."

Michelle threw the plastic bag on the bed, lifted it with both hands on her chest, smiled cutely, and said in Chinese: "Not bad, not bad."

"Hahaha, it's almost, almost."

This is the current interaction mode of the two girls, you teach me English, I teach you Chinese. Practice spoken language with each other.

Although Michelle lived in Beijing for more than two years, her Chinese level was not as good as Guli Nazha's English. So, they generally communicated in English. Counting it up, Nazha took advantage. Although the little black girl never cared about these.

When Guli Nazha was in Beijing, she noticed this black makeup artist in the company, but they never dealt with each other, until not long ago in Cannes, the two became familiar.

By now, following Chen Nuo to shoot *Twilight*, a makeup artist and a little assistant lived together. After getting along these days, their feelings became deeper and deeper.

At this moment, the two girls each opened a can of beer, clinked glasses, and started chatting while drinking.

"Are you really going to settle in Beijing in the future? Not going back to America?"

"Of course." Michelle said, "I love China, I love Huanxin, I love Chris and the boss, and I also love my job. What am I going back to America for? Only discrimination and bullying are left for me there!"

Guli Nazha giggled, "It shouldn't be that bad."

Michelle said: "If you grew up in a slum like me, you wouldn't say that. I plan to buy a house when I go back to Beijing this time, so I will have my own home in China. In the future, I can stay there forever."

Guli Nazha remembered the commission she just received, 400,000, save a little more, gather 500,000, enough for a down payment on a small apartment around the Third Ring Road in Beijing.

So she smiled: "If the place you buy is not too expensive, I can buy it in the same community with you, we can be neighbors."

"Haha, definitely not expensive, I can't afford expensive either." Michelle Williams smiled happily: "At that time, there will be Zhao. She said she also wants to live in the same community as me. The three of us can play together, Zhao is a very good person, you will definitely be able to become friends with her."

"Zhao? Which Zhao?"

"Zhao, Zhao Liying, you don't know? A great actress in our company, I worked with her for several months, when she was shooting a Chinese palace drama. She is very, very cute, I like her very much."

Hearing Michelle talk about Zhao Liying with a happy face, Guli Nazha felt sour in her heart, and forced a smile: "I know her, she is very famous now, does she like the house we live in?"

"Haha, of course she will. And, I have a hunch, Nazha, you will also be a star in the future, when the time comes if you need to attend events, I will help you with makeup. Every time you only need to give me 1000 USD."

"1000 USD! So expensive, then you might as well kill me!"

"What, you will be a big star by then, earning millions every year, you can't bear this little money?"

Guli Nazha sat cross-legged on the bed, took a sip of wine, "Actually, I don't want to be a star anymore now."

"Why?" Michelle asked curiously.

Why...

Guli Nazha had many pictures flashing in her head at this moment.

Half a year ago, she was still a little pitiful person with nowhere to go,

But who would have thought,

She has unknowingly traveled half the earth now.

She ate ramen in Tokyo, grilled chicken wings in New Orleans, she walked the red carpet in Cannes, enjoyed the sunshine in Los Angeles, and took a photo with the Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio.

Now, she lingers between the mountains and lakes in Vancouver every day.

Guli Nazha hiccuped, saying: "Because the world is so big, I want to walk around more."

Chen Nuo's last scene in *Twilight* was filmed at the Squamish location in Vancouver, Canada.

In the play, Edward and Bella say goodbye to their daughter Renesmee and her partner Jacob here among the sunset, wildflowers, and snow-capped mountains, and this serves as the grand finale of the entire play.

On this day, the story between Chen Nuo and *Twilight* will also write a period here.

The last scene has almost no movement, Chen Nuo just stands still the whole time, and then says a line to Kristen's face.

The line is very simple, just a sigh and comfort.

But the emotion Chen Nuo needs to express needs to be very intense, so that the ending of the entire series has a sentimental climax.

Before shooting this shot, Bill Condon called Chen Nuo aside and talked about the play for a long time.

When filming finally started, everyone's eyes were looking at the man on the field.

Everyone knew this was the last scene, afterwards everyone still had to work, but he was leaving. So everyone's eyes had more or less memories and feelings.

Including Luo Bo Friedman who came to the scene specially today.

Even if the Jew had ten thousand opinions about Chen Nuo, he had to admit that *Twilight* without him would definitely not be what it is today.

He looked back and looked around, although he couldn't see it here.

However, as long as you walk a little bit outside—

You can see the fans in groups holding fluorescent signs written with "Edward" and "Bella" outside the cordon, and the long guns and short cannons of more than ten or twenty media outlets.

This is not a special case today, it's the same these days.

Even big entertainment media like TMZ and E! News have dedicated reporters following the crew, trying to capture every appearance moment of the male and female leads every day, reporting their interactions on set and private behind-the-scenes.

And it's not just Vancouver, it was even more exaggerated when filming in Rio before.

The enthusiastic Brazilian girls almost made it impossible to shoot the film.

He received reports several times in California, saying that someone rushed into the set directly and interrupted the filming. And no matter where the male and female leads went to shoot on location, they would be surrounded and photographed by hundreds or thousands of crazy fans, and the entire filming work almost fell into a standstill.

Finally, it was only after he increased the security by double that the filming there went smoothly.

Now, their *Twilight* "Twihards" and *Harry Potter*'s "Potterheads", and *Star Trek*'s "Trekkies", are known as the three largest fan groups in the world.

They chase stars crazily, worship Portland, the filming location of *Twilight 1*, as a holy land, and every time *Twilight* starts filming, they follow the crew from one place to another.

Although these crazy fans brought a lot of difficulties to their filming, it is precisely because there are so many core fans that for his Summit, although the box office share was bitten off a lot, they also got satisfactory returns in copyright sales and peripheral sales.

So, should he thank him or hate him?

Even the old Jewish man with a heart like iron couldn't help but feel confused.

In his complex and inexplicable gaze, Chen Nuo's last *Twilight* filming began.

"Action!"

On the grass, the sunset spilled golden afterglow, wildflowers swayed with the wind, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance were looming in the thin mist.

The man standing on the grass, just like when he first appeared in the film, after many years, he was still so young and handsome, time seemed to have frozen on him.

He was wearing a dark gray sweater, his face had no blood color, his golden pupils reflected with the sunlight, and the whole person seemed to be between reality and illusion.

He looked at the woman in front of him with soft eyes, and then the camera pushed in.

Before shooting this scene, he listened to Bill Condon's chattering about the play, but he didn't agree with it in his heart.

Bill thought that when Edward saw from Bella's memory screen, they went from the first meeting in *Twilight 1*, to the painful separation in *New Moon*, to fighting side by side in *Eclipse*, to the wedding and daughter's birth in *Breaking Dawn*, and finally the daughter grew up and left with another man.

Edward would feel love for Bella, so he would say that sentence in a passionate tone.

Chen Nuo had different ideas.

At this time, he decided to follow his own ideas to act, just as a graduation gift for himself.

So, in the close-up shot, his facial expressions progressed in layers.

First closing his eyes, eyelashes trembling slightly, then opening his eyes, pupils shrinking slightly, and finally, he looked at Kristen blankly with an expressionless expression.

No smile.

Unlike the square-faced man in the original version, who smiled like a flower-crazy idiot, trying to express love.

Here, there was a desolate calmness on Chen Nuo's face.

Looking back at the past, and then discovering that time had walked a long way in front of him again, his daughter grew up, but he was still young forever, how many feelings would he have?

How many of these feelings would be far higher than shallow love?

After all, love, that's just a rose-colored illusion of teenagers. It will shatter under countless external forces.

And eternal life, that is the true thousand-hammered steel, carrying weight that is hard to describe.

Chen Nuo opened his mouth in this heavy mood, whispering:

"Bella, don't be trapped by the present, we have eternal time."

The camera froze on Chen Nuo's face.

His gaze stayed on Kristen, without waves, but as if carrying the weight of a thousand years. The corners of his mouth did not rise, and the desolate calmness on his face was like an antique oil painting from the Middle Ages.

"Cut!"

After Bill Condon finished speaking, he was stunned for more than 10 seconds.

He knew that his communication with Chen Nuo before filming became useless.

Why did Chen Nuo act like this, as a professional romance film director, he couldn't understand at all.

What about the love that was agreed upon?

What about the sweetness between Edward and Bella that was agreed upon?

Bill Condon really wanted to do it again, but at this time, everyone in the audience was looking at him.

From actors to producers, everyone seemed to be waiting for him to say that word.

Bill Condon cursed secretly in his heart, the director who looked at people to serve dishes revealed a sensible smile, and said loudly: "OK, pass!"

With an order, everyone cheered.

Kristen Stewart was the first to step forward and give Chen Nuo a hug, saying in his ear: "Sorry. I actually, just wanted to say this to you."

Chen Nuo patted her back, saying nothing.

Subsequently, he smiled sincerely at Luo Bo Friedman who walked over.

This Jewish fatty held a large bouquet of flowers in his hand, walking towards him with a full smile. Obviously, he went to inquire about the rules of killing the film in China from somewhere.

Friedman first handed the flowers to him, and then the two hugged forcefully.

"Thank you." Chen Nuo spoke first sincerely.

If it weren't for this fatty coming to the door at the beginning, he wouldn't have the opportunity to shoot *Twilight*, and his life would definitely go in another direction.

Now it is very likely that he is spinning in the world of art films, just as Li Er expected, instead of walking on this path that no one has walked and no one has ever expected him to step on.

This sentence was said so sincerely that Friedman couldn't help but be moved, he looked up and down at Chen Nuo, and then smiled: "This sentence should be said by me, thank you."

Damn, what is this guy planning again? Why suddenly do this set. Damn, estimated to have some ghost ideas again.

Don't be fooled, Luo Bo.

Thank you, not thank you, but thank God, finally don't have to deal with you.

Hurry up and go!

On June 24, outside the 1111 North Carolina Avenue building in Washington D. C. where NPR is located, there are many reporters holding long guns and short cannons waiting, and there are also many fans holding various signs.

Li Jiayuan also stood at the door with his supervisor.

As a Canadian-Chinese intern in this public radio station NPR, his mood is almost no different from those fans.

If you want to ask which star has received the most attention among young Chinese-Americans in North America in the past two years?

The answer will not have any suspense.

Especially after this year's Oscar awards ceremony, when looking at that yellow skin that is exactly the same as himself, standing on the stage of the 83rd Oscar awards ceremony and talking eloquently... How can the feelings in the hearts of these Chinese in America be described in words?

A month ago, I knew he was coming to NPR to participate in the two ace programs "All Things Considered" and "Fresh Air".

But Li Jiayuan didn't expect that he would be selected as one of the staff members to receive the distinguished guest.

Li Jiayuan recalled the envious and jealous eyes of other interns when he learned that he would accompany the reception today, he really couldn't think that the identity of Chinese could one day become some kind of special pass.

Standing at the entrance of the NPR headquarters, the breeze of early summer blew, suddenly, two black Lincoln Navigator SUVs drove over and stopped under the steps, his ears were immediately filled with the screams of fans.

Four burly bodyguards wearing black suits got out of the car behind first, stepped forward quickly, and surrounded the front car.

Afterwards, a Chinese-faced bodyguard got out of the front passenger seat of the front car, confirmed safety, and opened the back seat door.

Seeing this scene, Li Jiayuan couldn't help but think of some remarks on Twitter, feeling very disapproving in his heart.

What's so black about this. Don't all big Hollywood stars do this? This kind of scene is too normal. If you really think that Hollywood billionaires will go to the street to drink coffee like ordinary people, then you can only say you are too naive.

At this time, after the car door opened, a man in a suit got out of the car immediately.

This person was wearing a custom-made dark gray suit, the length was fit, outlining a slender and thin figure relative to European and American white people.

He was wearing a pair of sunglasses on his face, revealing only the lower half of his face.

The fans' screams instantly increased by several decibels, "Chen Nuo! Nuo! Look here!" "Chen!" "Nuo!" "Chen!" "Edward, look at me!"

At the same time, the reporters who had been waiting for a long time on both sides also began to squeeze forward, photographers raised their long guns and short cannons to shoot wildly, and text reporters took recording pens and began to ask various questions.

"Chen, will you host the Oscars next year?"

"I heard you have rejected the Oscar invitation, is it true?"

"How is *Twilight* shooting, can you say a few words to your fans?"

"Will you go to the Oprah show to promote *Inception*, is this news true?"

"Nuo, about your new film, is there anything you want to say to your fans?"

This scene was crazy for Li Jiayuan, just looking at it, he felt his head was as big as a bucket.

But the person who came was obviously already familiar with such scenes.

The human wall formed by their NPR security guards blocked the excited crowd, he waved to both sides, his footsteps didn't stop at all, and walked towards the steps without hesitation.

Li Jiayuan saw his superior's superior's superior, NPR News Department Senior Producer Jim Carter, piled up a smile he had never seen before, quickly straightened his tie, straightened his back, walked down the steps, and greeted him.

"Chen, welcome to NPR! I am Jim Carter, responsible for the recording coordination of "All Things Considered" and "Fresh Air" today."

"Hello Jim." Chen Nuo took off his sunglasses and shook hands with the white fatty in front of him.

Afterwards, he met with several NPR management personnel and got to know them.

As the largest non-profit public radio station in North America, their core listeners are highly educated, high-income, 25-54-year-old culture lovers, for films, these listeners are the core box office group of art films and brain-burning blockbusters.

Therefore, NPR is actually the first choice platform for many film promotions.

Before *The Dark Knight* started promotion, he was not qualified to come, it was Nolan and Christian Bale who represented the crew.

So, Chen Nuo felt that since he came this time, he should get to know a few insiders, maybe it will be useful sometime in the future. Especially when Huanxin Company is preparing to involve global distribution.

Patiently exchanging pleasantries with these ghosts, Chen Nuo suddenly saw a handsome young man with an Asian face in the back row looking at himself. This was fine, the key was that this person looked a bit familiar.

Jim Carter noticed his gaze and smiled: "This is Wu, he is our intern, like you, from China."

Li Jiayuan stammered in Chinese with a bit of strange accent: "You, hello, Chen, very happy to meet you."

Chen Nuo said hello, seriously looked at Li Jiaheng a few more times, but always couldn't remember where this familiar feeling came from. Finally, he could only give up and walked into the NPR building with Jim Carter.

As the first stop of *Inception* promotion, he still had to concentrate, don't mess it up.

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