"Is it really not showing anymore?"
At the entrance of the Cubix7 cinema, a freckled teenager asked in disappointment.
"I'm sorry, child. It might not be showing today," a cinema employee replied regretfully. "Go home first."
"When will it be shown?" the freckled teenager asked, unwilling to give up.
The employee shook his head. "We don't know. We only know that the gentleman in charge of the on-site translation suddenly fell ill and was admitted to the hospital. As for when it will be shown again, we'll probably have to wait until he recovers. I suggest you pay attention to the follow-up when you go home. "
"But the film festival only lasts for ten days. Can the translator recover in ten days?" The freckled teenager looked bitter. "It can't be shown after ten days, right?"
He knew the process of the film festival very well. After all, it wasn't his first year participating. He was a loyal viewer of the Berlin Film Festival. Ever since he was a child, he had watched Kplus every year. This year, he finally had the chance to watch the higher-level 14plus. Ever since he had gotten the movie guide, he had fallen in love with Dog Warrior and had been eagerly awaiting the day it would be screened.
He didn't have a dog at home, but he liked dogs very much. He could only satisfy his dog craving through the film.
"I don't know, child. I don't know."
The employee expressed his helplessness. He looked at his watch. It was almost time for the screening. If a miracle didn't happen, the screening would have to be canceled. The so-called miracle was if the simultaneous translator suddenly recovered and appeared at the entrance of the cinema.
"Can we wait a little longer? Maybe a new translator will come … "The freckled teenager looked left and right, hoping for a miracle.
"Child, it's not that simple," the employee explained patiently. "The translation needs to be prepared several days in advance. You can't just pull someone over to act as a translator. Especially for this film, it needs to be translated from Chinese to English, and then from English to German. If there's any mistake in the middle, the original meaning might be misinterpreted."
"But … my English is good. Maybe I can understand it without an interpreter," the freckled teenager said eagerly. "Can't we just show it like this?"
"I also want to be flexible, but rules are rules. I'm sorry, child. " The employee shook his head and called out to the other employees. "Come, help me. We don't need this red carpet anymore. Let's roll it up together."
Another employee came over, and the two of them bent over to roll up the red carpet.
"Please wait a minute!"
A taxi stopped in front of the cinema, and a young man with black hair and yellow skin shouted at them through the window in German.
Zhang Zian paid the fare and hurried over with Famous.
"Sir, what can I do for you?" The employee looked at him and found him familiar.
The freckled teenager blinked and suddenly shouted, "It's Famous!"
He grabbed the sleeves of the staff excitedly and pointed at Famous. "It's Famous! It's the dog from Dog Warrior! "
The staff had seen the opening ceremony last night and recognized Famous and Zhang Zian at this time. In his opinion, the facial contours of Asians were similar, so it was difficult to distinguish them.
"Yes, hello!" Zhang Zian smiled and greeted them in German. Richard was, of course, in charge of speaking.
In addition to this freckled teenager, there were also many teenagers and young girls gathered at the entrance of Cubix7 Cinema. They stood in groups of three or two, all of them coming for Dog Warrior. After hearing the news that the movie might be canceled, some of them left in disappointment, while more people wanted to wait.
There was no media at the scene. There were no reporters, no photographers, and the lively film festival seemed miserable and deserted.
The well-informed media had long known that the screening might be canceled, and even the small number of media that were already there had long since gone home to find more valuable news.
Zhang Zian had already expected this situation, so he was not disappointed.
"Come and see! Come and see! Famous is here! "the freckled teenager shouted to his companions.
When the teenagers heard the news, it was as if they had been injected with a cardiac stimulant, and they quickly gathered around. Even if they couldn't watch the movie today, at least they could get close to Famous, so it was a worthwhile trip.
Two employees quickly put down the red carpet and maintained order at the scene. They blocked the teenagers on both sides of the red carpet, one on the left and one on the right.
The teenagers raised their phones and took pictures of Famous and Zhang Zian.
"Sir, we didn't get the news that you were coming …"
After the order at the scene stabilized a little, an employee said to Zhang Zian awkwardly.
"I came here on my own initiative," Richard answered on behalf of Zhang Zian. "I heard that your interpreter is sick. It just so happens that my German is good, and I participated in the whole shooting of this movie. I think I'm competent for the job of interpreter."
"This …" The two employees looked at each other.
"We need to ask our superiors."
One of the employees winked at the other, asking the latter to go into the theater to ask their superiors.
"Go ahead."
Zhang Zian didn't just wait. Instead, he took Famous to the children's side. Whether the children wanted to take a photo or touch Famous, Zhang Zian satisfied their requests.
"Sir, sir, I just heard it. Are you serious? Are you really going to be the interpreter for this movie? "the freckled teenager leaned forward and asked Zhang Zian loudly, his eyes full of expectation.
"If the theater allows it." Zhang Zian smiled.
"Great! They will definitely agree! "the freckled teenager cheered excitedly." By the way, you are the owner of Famous, right? Can I have your autograph? "
He handed over a pen and paper.
"Are you sure you want my autograph?" Richard asked in surprise. "Or do you want Famous to leave a paw print for you?"
"Yes, I want your autograph." The freckled teenager nodded seriously. "You are a good person."
Zhang Zian laughed. He did not expect to be called a good person in Germany.
He took the freckled teenager's pen and paper and signed his name in Chinese and English.
At that moment, the employee who went in to ask for instructions ran out, panting. "Sir, the superiors have agreed. Please come in."
Zhang Zian adjusted the tie on his suit, held Famous's hand, and stepped on the red carpet.
The red carpet led straight to the entrance of the Cubix7 theater. It was spotless, and there was not even a shoe print. After all, no one had walked through it yet.
There were no reporters holding microphones on both sides, and there were no photographers holding cameras. There were only innocent teenagers with bright smiles, cheering for him and Famous.
This was probably the most special red carpet ceremony in the history of the Berlin Film Festival.
On the red carpet alone, he walked with his head held high, looking as proud as a prince.
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