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Delta's first-class suites are self-contained.

In addition to Josie and her assistant Kelly, the two leading actors of "Fight Club" Edward Norton and Gerard Butler, the film director David Fincher and Fox producer Art Linson, respectively Occupies the adjacent six positions.

This time, there were a lot of people in the entourage who flew to Venice, mainly Josie brought an assistant, three bodyguards, a makeup artist and a hair assistant by herself.

This is the result of her streamlining, without PR, photography and translation.

Men are much simpler.

Gerald brought a publicist and a stylist, Edward and David Finch simply brought only themselves, each carrying a suitcase on the plane and it was over.

Fortunately, Fox, the distributor of the film, has a branch in the local area, and everything needed can be arranged within two hours at any time. Otherwise, it is really doubtful how the two of them will appear on the red carpet.

After nearly eleven hours of flight, they landed at Venice Marco Polo Airport at noon, took a short rest, and a group of people took a water motorboat and arrived at Hotel Cipriani to check in.

The sun cast golden shadows on the water surface of the canal, and the warm wind from the Mediterranean Sea was slightly smoky, and the whole city was full of sunshine and holiday atmosphere.

Josie, who fell asleep on the plane all the way, was full of energy.

She looked at the time, changed her clothes and brought her bodyguards, and went to the island like this.

During the film festival, it is not uncommon to encounter big stars in the local area. The faces that can only be glimpsed on the screen may be seen several times in an afternoon.

Fifteen minutes later, Josie met her fan.

This pair of best friends are Americans. They traveled to Europe in the past few years. They specially planned a trip to Venice to watch the world premiere of "Fight Club". They didn't expect to run into Josie herself on the first day of their arrival.

Josie also provided a full set of autographed and group photo services, with a friendly and thoughtful attitude throughout the whole process. You can tell by looking at their eyes that they love her more at least 20.00% on the spot.

Fans are the cornerstone of the career of a star.

So Josie will not be stingy with showing kindness to most of her fans and satisfying some insignificant requests-but those fanatical fans who make this love sour are not included.

"Sissy, you are so beautiful every day, is this dress designed by Ann Demeulemeester?"

"Yes, you even know that?"

"Of course, it's one of your favorite brands."

"Wow, amazing!"

"Will your new movie lead actor be Keanu Reeves? We really look forward to working with you again."

"I'm looking forward to it too. But sorry, the schedule didn't match up."

"Will you show up on the red carpet tomorrow afternoon? You know we have someone who went to the opening ceremony of the film festival. Although he saw Tom and Nicole, he was very sorry that he didn't see you."

"I promise you won't regret it tomorrow, sweetheart. I will go to the scene half an hour early tomorrow afternoon."

Saying goodbye to movie fans, Josie strolled through the streets of Venice and arrived at the famous St. Mark's Square before she knew it.

There is a famous Flora Cafe here, which is known as the oldest cafe in the world. It has a history of nearly 280 years and has received Byron, Shelley, Goethe, Nietzsche, Monet, Chaplin, Also witnessed the French Revolution and World War I and World War II.

It is like an eternal clock, silently watching the glory and decline of the Republic of Venice.

There are bands playing in the open-air seats here, and a cup of coffee is like tasting hundreds of years of history, even the aroma of coffee is poetic.

Look up.

The warm orange passes through the thick blue-purple clouds, gently caresses every inch of the humid sea breeze on the square, and the soaring white seabirds pass by the hazy mirage-like bell tower on the distant sea, kissing the rows of churches standing on the top of the church. idol.

This city fits the scene of all romantic love stories.

Sending away the No.11 people who came forward to strike up a conversation, Josie experienced the romance and enthusiasm of the Italians, because among the eleven people were not only normal adult men, but also small farts that were not as tall as her legs girls, gray-haired old gentlemen, and sultry Italian girls.

Almost everyone compliments her on having stars in her eyes, or that she herself is the brightest star falling into the world.

Oh, it's a pity that pearls don't drop when I cry, and rain doesn't follow.

Josie laughed rather self-deprecatingly, and lowered her head to sip the coffee in her hand—it was so bitter, she still couldn't like coffee.

At this moment, someone pulled away the seat in front of her, and then sat opposite her.

"Boss?" Jason asked aloud.

Josie waved her hand, and her eyes fell on the face of the brown-haired and blue-eyed Italian man in front of her.

The other party smiled slightly, with a strong accent: "Excuse me, beautiful lady, may I sit here?"

Josie raised her eyebrows, noncommittal: "You are already seated."

"According to the usual practice, I should still ask." He looked at Josie, his eyes were clear and clear like a flowing lake, "because I don't want to show my lack of demeanor in front of a beauty, even though the first time I saw her At one glance, my heart has already recklessly dropped at her feet."

His voice is soft and melodious, even if it is accented, it is not detracting from the charm, not to mention that he is like a walking Michelangelo statue.

Just looking down slightly is enough to make anyone ignore his fault.

Including Josie.

Works of art should always be privileged, shouldn't they?

Josie blinked: "So, I captured your heart?"

"No, it's my honor to offer my heart. It's incredible." The man in front of him spoke sincerely, without hiding his fiery gaze.

Josie couldn't help laughing, thinking it was quite funny: "What's incredible?"

The man also smiled, looked at Josie's face without blinking, and said, "It's unbelievable, why are your eyes so bright and blue? I'm sure that the real Heart of the Ocean didn't sink to the bottom of the sea, because It's in your eyes right now."

An untimely confession may make people uncomfortable, but pure praise can always please anyone, not to mention that everything in St. Mark's Square is as beautiful as a fairy tale.

Including this sweet Italian man in front of him.

How to make the love story more beautiful?

Simpler.

Good looks will do.

When a handsome guy says "I love you", he can move the world.

What, women are too superficial?

However, the fact is that the vast majority of men in this world can't walk when they see beautiful women. Their brains are only used occasionally, and most of the time they rely on their lower body to think.

Ahh, so why can't women appreciate beautiful sex and be tempted by any beauty?

Josie was pleased, and the smile on her face deepened a little. The afterglow of the sunset reflected on her cheeks, like a layer of golden soft light, making her already outstanding beauty even more charming, almost unstoppable.

She raised her hand, pushed the hair from her sideburns behind her ears, and said with a smile, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Stewart."

"Good day, Ms. Horton." This Mr. Stewart was not surprised that Josie could call out her name, because before they met, they had already communicated a lot about "Like Heaven", and even about soul and love through emails. the opinion of.

Jim Rose Stewart, an Italian actor, has an unusually handsome face and a melancholy and alienated temperament, which made him quickly become popular easily.

After becoming popular, it is not that this blessed and beautiful man has received olive branches from Hollywood, but he still insists on his original intention of becoming a filmmaker, so he almost completely declined commercial films, and only appeared in some European literary films.

And when he first received the invitation of "Like Heaven", Jim planned to refuse without thinking about it.

Fortunately his agent stopped him.

Anyway, Jim finally agreed to read the script, and only then did he and Josie meet today.

This popular actor in Italy didn't bring an agent or assistant. It seemed that he just wanted to meet the heroine, drink coffee, and go shopping by the way.

He kept silent about the film contract during the whole process.

"There is the dam and the customs house, and the speed of boats in the lagoon is limited because the locals are worried that a slightly larger wave will erode their hard-earned houses."

"Look, the blue-gray roof over there is the La Fenice. There have been three fires there, and each time there was almost nothing left, and it only took a few months to regenerate from the wreckage."

"This is probably one of the few Italian construction projects that don't involve foreign labor. What a great miracle..."

"We can go directly into the theater from the canal by taking the gondola, but there are too many tourists during the film festival, and the inside may be a bit crowded, so just take a look."

"The sun in Italy is always too harsh. My personal suggestion is that a beautiful lady like you should not travel under the sun, otherwise even I will be sad."

The slender boat that can only accommodate two people is slowly passing through the cracks in the city. The man driving the boat is probably the most handsome boatman and the most imaginative tour guide in Italy.

"Okay, we saw the famous Bridge of Sighs." Jim looked back, "It's obviously not such a magnificent building, but after the casual praises of the predecessors, it can also become a poetic dwelling place. It's unimaginably romantic—uh, are you filming me?"

Josie was sitting on a limited seat on the boat, and she had just put down the card machine necessary for tourists. Even if she was caught by the party involved and secretly photographed, she still had a calm expression on her face.

She looked up at Jim and smiled slyly: "Yes, I don't deny it. Because it would be a pity not to be photographed just now."

The buildings on both sides of the street and the Bridge of Sighs cut the suddenly quiet water city into two completely different worlds.

Above the Bridge of Sighs is a warm-toned sky, infiltrated by a large piece of rich sunset glow; under the Bridge of Sighs, the narrow waters are as secluded as the deep sea, always bringing traces of decay and desolation.

A ray of sunset light shone on the Bridge of Sighs behind Jim, and at the same time shone on his face, which looked like the sun god himself. Looking back slightly, surprise just emerged from his eyes, and it was an extremely beautiful moment.

No matter how you look at it, it is an impeccable landscape painting.

Jim laughed, holding the scull in his hand, and said almost with a sigh: "No, the real pity is that I can't take you home after you boarded my boat."

"Why not?" Josie asked.

"Because—" the Italian man's eyes drooped slightly, with a melancholy halo, "my home is in Rome. It's too far away."

Josie was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help laughing.

She almost burst into tears with laughter, and she still didn't forget to say: "It's okay, we can abandon the boat and go ashore, don't forget 'all roads lead to Rome'."

And Jim blinked, and immediately said: "So, I will call my mother now and prepare her special dishes?"

Overwhelmed by the man, Josie throws up her hands and says, "Well, I'd love to go, but not today. Because tomorrow is the premiere of my movie. —Speaking of which, will you come to the premiere?" , Mr. Stewart?"

"Of course." With a smile on Jim's face, he slowly leaned the boat towards the shore, "I won't forget it, because I also want to know if you are my 'Best Actress'."

After speaking, he put the rope on the boat to the wooden pole on the shore, then turned around and stretched out his hand to Josie, leading her ashore.

The motorboat with the hotel logo painted on it was already there.

Josie said goodbye to Jim on the shore: "I have to go. I hope we can have a chance to cooperate."

"I'm looking forward to it, Ms. Horton." Jim smiled slightly, hugged Josie gently, and whispered something Italian in her ear.

Josie couldn't help laughing.

After waving his hand, he boarded the motorboat for the return trip.