There is still one hour left before the opening ceremony of the Magic City International Film Festival, but the area around the Magic City Grand Theater, the main venue, is already packed. Thousands of movie fans and tourists are anticipating the appearance of their favorite stars, and thousands of police officers have pulled up
Iron railings maintained order, and the atmosphere was tense and lively.
Because there were so many people, the two girls from the Shanghai Film Academy could not see the red carpet aisle even with their feet. They could only sigh repeatedly behind the layers of people.
"What should I do? If you come a little late, you won't be able to see anything." The short-haired girl sighed, "God knows why there are so many people? I just asked, some people came here in the morning, how long have they been waiting here?
For hours, just to see celebrities."
The long-haired girl was more optimistic, "It doesn't matter. I'm going to find a stool later. If it doesn't work, I'll hook up with a boy to lift me up. Today, my favorite Korean oppa is coming, and I have to wait for him."
"Tsk, how much negative news has your Korean oppa received? He's rude, arrogant, and uneducated, but he's still better than my male idol." The short-haired girl said cheerfully.
"Please, those are all lies! You don't know how hard my Korean Oppa works. He practices every day just to be in the best condition. Anyway, I am a crazy fan of Oppa. But your male idol never shows up.
, my oppa even posted on Weibo saying that people who are sneaky and dare not appear in public must have major flaws." The long-haired girl looked disdainful.
"Hey, aren't you a good best friend? You said that about my idol, and I'm angry." The short-haired girl shook her head in annoyance, then went back to the crowd, and said to herself: "My male idol won't show up."
Well, if it happens, it will definitely be sensational. He is a truly world-class movie star. He is ten thousand times better than some Obama!"
The crowd was noisy, and many people could only pass the time by scrolling through their mobile phones to comment on the various news and gossip that happened at the film festival today.
"Hey..., there is a 'suspected Victor Hugo' here, he really looks like him."
"The TV station went to interview him. I feel that this young man is very different from ordinary Internet celebrities. He is generous and approachable, but he is not kitsch."
"I also feel that his confident smile is particularly impressive and he has no stage fright at all. He also likes to chat with people, and the topics he talks about are all-encompassing. It's not like there is an Internet celebrity named Tongchi who opens his mouth
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When the short-haired girl heard the name 'Victor Hugo' in the crowd, she immediately became interested and asked quickly: "What is 'suspected to be Victor Hugo'?"
"There is an Internet celebrity who just appeared today and has made headlines in various gossip news. He seems to be a little different from ordinary Internet celebrities. Many people go to see him and join in the fun. He is highly rated."
After hearing this, Xiaomei also took out her mobile phone and searched for 'suspected Victor Hugo'. When she saw the various photos and videos taken by Zhou Qingfeng today, her eyes immediately lit up and she shouted to her best friend.
: "Hey... let's go to the Bund. There is a guy who imitates my male idol, he looks so much like me!"
The long-haired girl who likes Korean oppas sneered, "You are really greedy. If you can't see your idol, you will find someone who imitates your idol to like you."
The short-haired girl sighed, "I can't help it. My idols are all famous all over the world and don't come out to show off. Now I have no choice but to quench my thirst. If I can't find the real thing, I can just find a high imitation. And there are already many people following me.
I have been in contact with him and he has given good reviews.”
But no matter what the short-haired girl said, the long-haired girl just shook her head, "I won't go, I want to wait for my Korean Oppa. I love the Oppa's long legs, he is handsome, and his smile is sweet. He is my lifelong idol."
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"Then I can only go alone." The short-haired girl said in frustration.
The long-haired girl didn't give up at all. She stared at her mobile phone and read the news about Oppa. She waved her head without raising her head and said, "I hope you can find the feeling of the real thing in the high imitation goods. Goodbye!"
The short-haired girl could only take a taxi to the Bund by herself. It took a few minutes to reach the coffee shop mentioned on the Internet. However, Zhou Qingfeng was no longer in the coffee shop. When he asked the shop owner, he found out that he was suspected of being Victor Hugo.
'I have already set off and walked towards the film festival venue.
"Walk over?" The short-haired girl felt incredulous, "Is he really going to walk on the red carpet?"
"Yes." The store owner said, "The young man thought it was only a two-kilometer road, so he walked slowly and went shopping. He arrived in about time, and he brought a large number of people with him."
"With a large number of people?"
The shop owner laughed and said: "Yes, many tourists who come to the Bund think that the young man is very handsome and free-spirited. There are even reporters from the TV station following him. Everyone is there to join in the fun. If it weren't for visiting the shop, I would
Go and see how he performs on the red carpet?"
"Oh my gosh, this guy is really interesting. He brought a large group of people to the red carpet." The short-haired girl felt that she was shocked. This fantastic idea was so amusing, "He is so brave!"
In fact, Zhou Qingfeng seemed to be leading a tour group, walking along Fuzhou Road from the Bund. About a hundred people gathered around him, all of them happily looking like they were going to a market to see how Zhou Qingfeng would become famous.
carpet.
The young reporter Ma Li has been following Zhou Qingfeng, pulling him up from time to time, and whispering: "Hey, you are so crazy to do this. Now the road in the direction of the Magic City Grand Theater is blocked. It's really hard for you to walk there."
You will be stopped by the police and you will be embarrassed and embarrassed."
"Don't worry, I don't think they would mind letting me touch the red carpet." Zhou Qingfeng walked swaying, and when he saw any interesting shops on the roadside, he stopped to look at them. Basically, he stopped at
In this place, a bunch of tourists who were already having nothing to do happily stopped and chatted with him.
There was a small shop selling Chaos that smelled good. Zhou Qingfeng ate a bowl, and more than a hundred people behind him also ordered a bowl. There was a stall that made steamed buns with thin skin and lots of stuffing.
More than a hundred people followed each one and came to the same drawer.
Just playing around, eating and drinking, everyone kept walking happily. And as some people continued to post on Weibo, and as the TV stations followed up and reported, more and more people were following Zhou Qingfeng. As soon as I turned around
You can't even see the end, there are five to six hundred people!
Everyone at the TV station felt that filming Zhou Qingfeng was a pleasure, and it was rare to report on some famous food stalls near the Bund of Shanghai. Especially Zhou Qingfeng is a foodie, and he filled his stomach with food all the way.
Not feeling full, but still smiling and praising the snacks in Shanghai.
This is simply like an Internet celebrity doing a food show, and it has a huge audience and extremely high feedback.
Many passers-by came to say hello to Zhou Qingfeng out of curiosity, and he welcomed all who came, responded enthusiastically, and even invited others to eat. There was a girl with short hair who followed him all the way, laughing happily.
"Hey, you are so weird. Why do you look like Victor Hugo?"
"These are all nicknames given to me by the journalist sister next to you. I am very indignant."
"Hahaha... I think you look exactly like the real Victor Hugo."
"Because I am Victor Hugo."
"Hahaha... you are so cute when you are so serious and deceitful."
"You're so cute when you're bouncing around and laughing."
Just walking like this, walking about two kilometers for two hours, the red carpet ceremony of the film festival had started long ago, and it was almost over. Only then did Zhou Qingfeng arrive at the big venue with thousands of people behind him.
Intersection near the theater.
The intersection had really been blocked by the police. When they saw Zhou Qingfeng leading the way and carrying a crowd of people like a parade, the police panicked!
"Comrade, the road here has been closed, you are not allowed to go forward." A police chief in charge of the scene saw that thousands of people had gathered in Qingfeng this week, and immediately ran over to dissuade them.
Zhou Qingfeng finally took off the big sunglasses that covered half of his face, and said with a smile: "Hello, my name is Victor Hugo, the star of the movie 'Wasteland'. As agreed, I am here to participate in the magic show.
Metropolis International Film Festival.”
Confidence gives Zhou Qingfeng endless charm, and generosity gives him awe-inspiring handsomeness. At this moment, his smile is like the rising red sun, its path is bright; at this moment, his figure is like a hidden dragon rising into the abyss, with scales and claws flying; at this moment, his temperament
If the king comes, he cannot be resisted!
The short-haired girl who was standing aside saw Zhou Qingfeng's face clearly, and immediately screamed, "Ah... Victor Hugo, he is really Victor Hugo, he is here, he is really