Pet King

"Are you really not acting?"

In front of the cubix7 theater, a freckled teenager asked disappointed.

"Sorry, boy, maybe it won't be performed today," a theater employee replied sadly, "go home first."

"When will it be performed?" The freckled boy pursued impassively.

The employee shook his head. "We are not sure. We only know that the gentleman in charge of the on-site interpreter suddenly fell ill and was admitted to the hospital. As for when it will be released again, we will probably wait for him to recover. I suggest you follow up after you return Notice."

"But there are only ten days in the film festival. Can the translator recover in ten days?" The freckled boy was bitter, "Can't it be shown in ten days?"

He knows the process of the film festival very much, after all, not the first year. He is a loyal audience of the Berlin Film Festival. He has been watching every year since his childhood kplus. This year, he can easily watch the higher level 14plus. From the time he got the movie guide, he took a look at the "War Dog". The movie is waiting for this day.

He does n’t have a dog, but he likes dogs so much that he can only enjoy dogs through movies.

"I don't know, boy, I don't know."

Employees say they can't help. He looked at the watch and it was almost time for the show. If the miracle did not occur, the so-called miracle could only be cancelled in this screening, that is, the simultaneous interpretation staff suddenly recovered and appeared at the entrance of the theater.

"Wait a second time? Maybe a new translator will come over ..." The freckled boy stared eagerly, hoping that a miracle would come.

"Child, this is not that simple." The staff explained patiently. "The translation needs to be prepared several days in advance. It is not necessary to just pull someone over to act as a translator, especially this movie. It must be translated from Chinese to English first. Translating from English into German, any mistakes in the middle may misinterpret the original intention. "

"But ... my English is good, maybe I can understand it without translation." Freckled said eagerly. "Isn't it just a direct show?"

"I also want to be accommodating, but the rules are the rules. I'm sorry, child." The employee shook his head and greeted the other employees. "Come, help, this red carpet is no longer necessary, let's roll it up together."

Another employee came over, and they bent down to roll up the red carpet.

"Please wait!"

A taxi was parked at the entrance of the theater. A young man with dark hair and yellow skin had no time to get out of the car. He shouted to them through the window in German.

Zhang Zi'an paid the fare, and led Feimas to rush over.

"Sir, is there anything wrong?" The staff looked at him, feeling he was familiar.

"It's Feimas!" The freckled boy blinked and suddenly called.

He pulled the sleeve of the employee excitedly, pointing at Feimas, "It's Feimas! It's the dog who played" War Dog! "

Employees have seen the opening ceremony last night, and at this time also recognized Feimas and Zhang Zi'an. In his view, Asians have similar facial contours and are difficult to identify.

"Yes, how are you!" Zhang Zi'an greeted them in German with a smile, and of course Richard was the one in charge.

In addition to this freckled boy, many young people and girls gathered at the entrance of the cubix7 theater. They stood outside in groups of three, all for "War Dogs". After getting news that the movie might be canceled, some of them left in disappointment, and more wanted to wait.

There was no media, no family, no reporters, no photographers, and it looked miserable and deserted in the lively film festival.

Well-informed media have long been informed of the possible cancellation of the screening, and even a small number of media who have already arrived are already returning home to find more valuable news.

Zhang Zi'an had expected this to happen, but he was not disappointed.

"Come on! Come on! Feimas is here!" The freckled boy shouted to his companions.

When the young girls heard the news, they seemed to have been injected with a heart-strengthening agent. When they hovered around, even if they couldn't watch the movie today, at least, they had a close contact with Feimas.

The two employees hurriedly lowered the red carpet to maintain order at the scene, blocking the young girls from the barriers on both sides of the red carpet.

The young girls raised their mobile phones and took pictures of Feimas and Zhang Zi'an.

"Sir, we haven't heard from you guys ..."

When the order on the scene stabilized a little, an employee said to Zhang Zi'an in an embarrassment.

"I made it my own opinion." Richard replied in Zhang Dean in skilled German. "I heard that your translator is sick. It happens that my German is good and I participated in the filming. I think I can Competent translator. "

"This ..." The two employees stared at each other.

"We need to ask our superiors ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ One employee winked at the other and asked the latter to enter the theater to ask his superiors.

"Please."

Zhang Zi'an didn't wait, but took Feimas to the children. Whether the children wanted to take a photo or touch Feimas, they met their requirements.

"Sir, sir, I just heard that, are you serious? Are you really going to be the translator of this movie?" The freckled boy leaned forward and asked Zhang Zi'an loudly, his eyes full of expectation.

"If the theater allows it." Zhang Zi'an smiled.

"Great! They will definitely agree!" The freckled boy cheered excitedly, "Yes, are you the owner of Feimas? Can you sign me?"

He handed a pen and paper.

"Are you sure you want my signature?" Richard asked in amazement. "Or want Femmus to leave you a paw print?"

"Yes, I want to sign your name." The freckled boy nodded earnestly. "You are a good man."

Zhang Zi'an laughed and did not expect to be issued a good card in Germany.

He took the freckle boy's pen and paper, and signed his name in Chinese and English in good faith.

At this time, the employee who went in for instructions ran out panting, "Sir, the superior has agreed, please come in."

Zhang Zi'an adjusted his suit's tie and took Feimas to the red carpet.

The red carpet led straight to the entrance to the cubix7 theater, which was spotless and didn't even have a shoe print. After all, no one had passed by.

There were no reporters holding microphones on either side, no photographer holding a camera, and only the innocent young girls burst into bright smiles and cheered for him and it.

This is probably the most special red carpet ceremony in the history of the Berlin Film Festival.

On a man's red carpet, he moved forward with his head raised, looking proud like a prince.