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Then, from the opera house entrance not far away, someone shouted, "Tickets are being checked!"

As a result, people from all over the square flocked over there.

The people who were originally chatting suddenly started queuing.

Holding the tickets, Wang Yan, along with Falushan, Serene, Nicole, and Alice, followed the crowd toward the opera house entrance.

Klee was naturally held in Alice's arms, her little hands still clutching the photos Wang Yan had just taken of her, which she was looking at with great interest.

Ticket checking was quick.

The ticket inspector took the ticket stub, checked the seat number, and politely pointed inside: "Please come in, go forward, third row on the left."

"Thank you."

Since it wasn't my first time here, I felt quite familiar with the place.

Wang Yan found his row and walked along the aisle.

When he got to his seat, he was stunned.

Sitting in the row next to them were Navia, Clarin, and Ying.

Navia had just sat down when she looked up and saw Wang Yan. Her eyes lit up, and she was about to greet him when Wang Yan first gave her a "shh" gesture.

Navia immediately realized what was happening, swallowed back the words she was about to say, and simply smiled and nodded at him.

Wang Yan nodded in response.

Everyone was very tacit and didn't make a lot of noise. They just smiled at each other and went back to their seats.

Eros sat to Wang Yan's left, Nicole to his right, Alice was holding Keli, and Serene was on Eros's other side, floating quietly on the back of her seat.

Both Klee and Serene require tickets.

The light gradually dimmed, and the talking in the opera house gradually stopped.

On the huge white screen, a small line of the production company's name flashed first.

Then, in the darkened scene, two large characters slowly emerged.

Returning home.

The movie has started.

Wang Yan had actually watched the filming before and knew the general plot.

Returning home sounds like a story of a wanderer returning home, but in reality, it tells a story of separation and reunion.

Wang Yan originally thought he might not be able to get into this kind of art film.

But as Wang Yan sat in the dark opera house, listening to the slowly flowing background music from the theater speakers, watching Columbia's portrayal of the female lead walk the paths 'she' had walked, see the landscapes 'she' had seen, pause briefly in one strange yet familiar place after another, and set off again, accompanied by flashbacks of memories, he slowly became engrossed in the story.

I don't know how much time passed.

He suddenly felt a faint sob coming from his left shoulder.

Wang Yan turned her head slightly to the side.

In the darkness, he saw Erossen looking up, her eyes fixed on the curtain, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Her face was shiny.

Cried.

Wang Yan was stunned for a moment.

He really didn't expect that his mentor, who was always stubborn but soft-hearted, would be so engrossed in watching a movie.

He didn't dare to make a sound, but quietly took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, pulled out a tissue, and gently handed it over.

Eros's gaze was still fixed on the screen, but her hand naturally reached out, took the tissue, and pressed it to the corner of her eye.

She didn't turn to look at Wang Yan, nor did she say thank you.

Wang Yan didn't say anything, pretending nothing had happened, and continued watching the movie.

He subconsciously glanced at the row next to him.

That glance almost made me lose my composure.

It's even more outrageous in Navia's area.

The current president of the Rose Society was now huddled in his chair, clutching a wad of soaked tissues in his hand, tears streaming down his face like broken beads, his shoulders trembling.

Claudia sat next to her, her expression relatively calm, but her hands were constantly busy, taking tissues from the tissue box and handing them to Navia.

Navia took one, wiped it, and Clarind drew another and handed it over.

Wang Yan quickly looked away.

You can't laugh.

You absolutely must not laugh.

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Two hours later.

As the two leading ladies embraced on the screen, never to be separated again, enthusiastic applause erupted in the opera house.

The moment the lights came on, Wang Yan glanced at Falushan beside him.

The teacher had already collected the tissues and wiped away the tears on her face, but her eyes were still a little red.

She noticed Wang Yan looking at her, immediately put on a stern face, and said in a very low voice, "What are you looking at?"

Erossan really took it to heart.

After all, she had also experienced separation, but her reunion... if it weren't for Wang Yan, she wouldn't even have been able to reunite with Tamimi.

Thinking about it, her gaze towards the apprentice softened even more.

"It's nothing." Wang Yan immediately looked away, but a slight smile secretly appeared on his lips.

Next to her, Navia was still sniffling.

Clarin silently closed the empty tissue box, put it in her bag, and then handed her a glass of warm water.

"Have some water."

“Hmm…” Navia took the water glass, her voice still a little hoarse, “It was so touching. When the two of them reunited, I couldn’t hold back my tears.”

“I know,” Clorind said gently. “You cried for a full forty minutes.”

“It can’t take that long!” Navia blushed.

The surrounding observers were amazed and bewildered.

Most of the reviews were positive.

However, Wang Yan thought they probably wouldn't watch it a second time.

This is the difference between art films and commercial films; it's normal for a film to be critically acclaimed but not commercially successful.

The applause gradually subsided, and Guan Junjiang began to walk out one after another.

Navia had already touched up her makeup. When she saw Wang Yan and the others, she waved and said, "See you this afternoon for 'The Great Detective Hellock'!"

"Okay, see you then." Wang Yan waved back.

They parted ways at the opera house entrance. Navia and Clorind said they were going to sit in a nearby café for a while, while Ying and Paimon were going to have lunch.

Furna also left with the two leading actresses, saying they wanted to avoid interviews.

Wang Yan then left with Erossan, Nico, Alice, and Klee, as well as Serene who was floating to the side.

"Mentor, let's go to the De Bo Grand Hotel for dinner," Wang Yan suggested.

“Okay.” Estée Lauder nodded.

Nico immediately raised her hand: "I want to try their foie gras and truffle!"

"Then let's go."

Wang Yan clenched his right hand, and gravity twisted in his palm, creating a teleportation portal.

The group, unfazed, simply went inside.

The next second, the group appeared in an empty alley next to the Grand Hotel Debord.

We walked out of the alley and headed to the hotel.

Lunch was lively and fun, and everyone laughed, which helped us move on from the touching film.

After finishing their meal, the group strolled around the nearby streets, bought some drinks, and when it was almost time, Wang Yan opened the portal and returned to the opera house.

The square was even more crowded in the afternoon than in the morning.

The opera house entrance was packed with people, with the queue more than twice as long as it was in the morning.

Wang Yan even saw several suspicious-looking people darting around in the crowd, muttering something under their breath.

He suspected it was a ticket scalper, and also suspected it was a hoax.

"What are you looking at?" Erosanne followed his gaze.

"It's nothing," Wang Yan shook his head. "Let's go, let's get our tickets checked."

The second ticket check was at the same old spot.

The lights quickly went out.

On the screen, the title of "Detective Hellock" popped up, with a maple-style street scene in the rainy night as the background, accompanied by a suspenseful opening piece of music.

The movie has started.

Wang Yan originally thought this was just a commercial film, with explosions and action scenes, just for the excitement.

As he watched, he sat up straight.

The script is really good.

The pacing is so tight it's almost suffocating, and every clue is perfectly placed. Details that seem casually mentioned at the beginning are actually used in the ending.

As Herlock meticulously unravels everyone's alibis in the secret chamber, Wang Yan can't help but inwardly cheer.

Although there are many large-scale scenes in the middle, such as gunfights, loud explosions, and various special effects, they are all breathtaking.

But even if you remove all of that, this film is perfectly capable of holding its own just by relying on locked-room mysteries and plot twists.

Wang Yan watched it very carefully.

After watching the last scene, when the curtain went dark and the lights came on, he remained silent for a long time.

Then she turned her head and looked at Falushan beside her.

"Mentor."

"Huh?" Erossan had just snapped out of her reverie. "What's wrong?"

"It seems the Frinina Award this year belongs to them." Wang Yan said seriously.

Erosanne thought about the plot of the movie she had just watched and nodded: "It was indeed good."

She usually defends Wang Yan in these situations, saying that Wang Yan is no worse than others, but this time, Erosan did not defend him, but simply nodded in agreement with Wang Yan's statement.

Wang Yan sighed.

He knew very well that the script of the film he directed was far inferior to that of the other film.

That one actually had logic and reasoning, while his was too straightforward.

This is the difference in hard power.

Whose fault is it?

Wang Yan thought for a moment.

Blame the screenwriter? No, I was the screenwriter myself.

A strange director? No, I'm the director too!

Never mind then.