Global Movie Emperor

There was a slight explosion in the pan, and the butter gradually melted and was gradually absorbed by the steak. The rosemary scent evaporated in the air, making Parker's stomach more hungry. He took a deep breath and absorbed the beef in the air. Taste, stare at the beef out of the pot until it wakes up on the cutting board, and finally is loaded into the plate.

Fifteen minutes later, all the dishes were prepared. The Parker and his wife were holding them, standing in front of Nelson's house, and knocking on the door gently. Even though there was a wall, the two could hear music and laughter from the next room. Come.

"Lisa, how do you know that I really want to eat steak, come in, hey Parker, I heard that your body is in a little condition, how is it, how is it?"

After the gene is strengthened, the aging rate of human beings is also weakening. Although Nelson, who is more than 160 years old, is full of silver hair, his face is not too old, with only a few wounds cut by the years on his forehead.

He blushed and had already drunk a lot of alcohol. The breath of alcohol could be smelled even one meter away. He was not too surprised when he saw Parker, but he showed proper care and patted lightly. Parker put his arm around him and entered the small room.

Not only was Mrs. Nelson in the room, but his children and nephews also showed up. Seeing another visitor came, she hurriedly got up to say hello, reached out to take the food from Lisa and Parker, and thanked him again and again.

There is a jazz in the room. After sunset, the room looks a little dim, but every corner of the room is full of candles, adding a touch of warmth and romance to the darkness.

Under the golden candlelight, Nelson's smile was sincere and dazzling, and it pierced Parker's heart. This scene, as if taking Parker's time to travel, returned to many years ago, leaving him in a daze and standing in a daze.

"Parker, what's the matter? Is something uncomfortable?"

"No... I'm just, just a little hungry."

"Then sit down quickly, Jennifer, and see Parker is hungry. By the way, why didn't Jason come."

"He hasn't finished class yet, and he can't go home after seven o'clock every day."

"Well, I guess we will be home soon. Let's eat first, but we need to save something for the child."

Arranged for Parker and his wife to sit down, Nelson re-tied the tablecloth to the neckline, and gave Parker a dish of beef stew with red wine, while inviting others to move the knife and fork together.

Champagne looked a little gloomy under the candlelight, the wine body was no longer golden, and even the color changed its taste. After drinking it, it lost its original sweetness and only the bitter taste permeated the tip of the tongue.

At first, everyone talked and laughed at the dinner table, telling stories that were rarely seen in life that had been shared hundreds of times with others, but slowly, when the funny things were finished, there was no more interesting topic. After that, everyone fell silent and began to concentrate on fighting the food.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Nelson looked at the clock, got up by himself, pressed his right palm down, motioned other people to sit down, in a quiet environment, returned to the room, combed the haircut carefully, arranged the shirt, put it on and ironed it. After the long-awaited suit came out again, an old gentleman with silver hair stood in front of them.

"Nelson, is it tonight?"

"Yes Parker, you know, time doesn't wait for me..."

When he sat at the table again, everyone moved, hurriedly packed their things, put on their coats, and even the Parker and his wife went home and put on a decent outfit.

"call……"

When everything was ready, Mrs. Nelson took the lead in blowing out the candles in front of the window. Later, Nelson's daughter and nephew also extinguished the candles in the bedroom and kitchen.

"call……"

Finally, the candle at the door was extinguished by the Parker and his wife, and only the candlelight on the dining table provided the little warmth...

Mrs. Nelson walked to the kitchen in the dark, tremblingly brought out the staple food that Nelson hadn't eaten, gently placed it at Nelson's table, kissed his forehead, and finally looked at her husband affectionately.

"We have been together for one hundred and thirty-five years... Your temper is not bad, but it is not good. You often complain to me, but you haven't made too much fire. You haven't made a lot of money in your life, but you haven't achieved nothing. On weekdays, you can be frugal, but you can satisfy all the requirements that are not excessive for me and my children. Nelson, you are a good husband. In my heart, you have always been the perfect husband. I am proud of supporting myself and you for half my life. And will tell others the story of me and you."

Nelson just smiled gently, patted the back of his wife's hand lightly, and finally, under the watchful eyes of everyone, sat in the seat of the dining table, folded his hands against his chin, and closed his eyes.

"My Father in heaven, may everyone honor your name holy, may your kingdom come, may your will be done on earth, as walking in heaven, our daily food and drink, give us today, and save us The debt is like forgiving people’s debts, so that we meet temptations and save us from evil, because the right, authority, and glory are all yours forever. May we meet in heaven and serve you all day long. Joy, well-being."

"Amen……"

He started to eat the staple food, full of gentlemanly demeanor under the gaze of everyone, the sweetness of the bread even fluttered in front of everyone's nose, occasionally stopping, drinking a sip of champagne, and continuing to eat in an orderly manner until there was nothing on the plate.

He closed his eyes, savoring the last bite of the world, on the white beard, exhaling a sweet warm current, and finally sighed.

"Ok……"

The daughter took the top hat and put it on by himself. He also blew out the last candle in the room...

In the darkness, the sound of sobbing was no longer concealed.

"father……"

"Salena, I have no regrets, I believe you are the same, let's go."

He walked in front, followed the crowd, got into their respective cars, gathered together, and drove away under the gaze of passers-by.

"Fak!"

The figure carrying a shoulder bag ran to the gate of the community. His body was stained with water, his nose was blue and his face was swollen. When he saw the convoy going away, he began to run desperately, only to see the taillights at the end of the convoy.

The sense of anger made him smash his schoolbag to the ground, and vent his anger on the trash can beside him, using his fists and feet together, knocking the trash can into new "wounds" one after another.

In the end, he could only lean on the trash can that was injured by him, sit down slowly, holding his head and crying.

...

Crowded people squeezed a piece of land in the middle, between the chest and back, squeezing out the home for them to live in. In this city destined to block the sun, there is only one low-rise building that allows to hide in the dark. Among them, he even dyed himself a disturbing, but fascinating black.

The convoys converged again and left in the near future. Nelson and the others could only wait in the car with peace of mind until the vehicle in front drove a short distance forward. After about an hour, they really stopped in this building. The doorway of a small building.

Get off the bus, enter the building, take the number, find the room in the number plate, enter, and wait again.

Unlike the black exterior wall, the interior is terribly white. It is so white that a piece of paper stuck on the wall is hard to find. Everyone sits down until a person wearing a white robe, wearing a mask and gloves, is fully prepared. The protective man pushes into the room.

"Nelson Stalford?"

"Yes."

"ID or driver's license, bank card."

It was confirmed that he was right. The man placed the POSS machine in front of Nelson, and he pressed the password to confirm that it was correct. He put the POSS machine away, and the cart walked into the glass-walled cabin and started debugging some things that he didn’t know what it was. liquid.

"Take off your coat and come in."

At this time, Nelson looked like a good boy. He quietly took off his coat and gave it to his daughter. She let her hang on the hanger beside him, and then slowly walked into the room.

"Sir... what should I do?"

"Put your sleeves above your elbows. I need to prepare something else. You have about two minutes to say goodbye to your family. When I have everything done, just lie on the bed and leave the rest to me. Don't leave this room."

Nelson was like a child who was afraid of being scolded by the teacher. He shrank his neck slightly, nodded, and quickly folded his sleeves until the blue blood vessels under the white skin were exposed.

Confirming that the glass of clear water on the man’s cart was reserved for himself, he tremblingly took it, took a sip, and stood in front of a finger-thick glass, without moving his hands, not knowing what to do.

"Dad...Dad!"

The room is equipped with microphones and speakers both inside and outside the room, like a bank window. His daughter Sabella tapped the glass, and the shout made him grin with a not ugly but very embarrassing smile.

"Sabella, take good care of your mother, OK? Be strong, I...I'm fine, and I'll be fine for a while, that... Parker, my wife, please help me take care of some, I... I still have some Deposit, then Jennifer will give it to you. Thanks for your hard work, Parker, and Lisa, I will go home to see Jason later, remember to tell him, tell him... Grandpa Nelson loves him very much, but it’s a pity that he can’t help him with his homework in the future. Now, I... God."

"Don't worry, I will take care of Jennifer, but not for money, Nelson, if there is really a heaven and you meet Wang Hui and his wife, please tell them that you have cleared yourself well."

"Okay, I will definitely bring it, and I will leave it to you all."

The wrinkled palm spread the tears on his face, at least to make it less conspicuous, but the more he wiped it, the muddy his face became. In the end, he could only hide in the corner, sobbing, and witnessing the man's movements.

"The preparations are complete, come on sir, please lie down."

In an instant, Nelson became older and older. He went to bed slowly and lay down, feeling the cold temperature of the iron bed, waiting for the staff to fix his limbs and head, and then connected his health bracelet. The computer started dismantling the opponent's ring and turned off the microphone connected to the outside world.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Nielsen, you can feel an extremely strong sense of excitement later. This is a normal reaction. Don't panic too much. Please allow me to check your bracelet for the last time to confirm your identity, and the check is correct, Nielsen Stifford Sir, the exhausted and bitter life is over..."

"Welcome to die."

The needle was inserted into his arm. The man's technique was very good, and the pain was very slight. He turned around, fiddled with the computer, and finally pressed Enter. The machine started to run, and the adjusted liquid was quickly squeezed into Nelson's body.

"call……"

The liquid was cold. After entering the blood vessels, his arm pierced instantly until the whole arm lost consciousness. Then, a drunken sensation surged to his head, and a strong sense of excitement was stimulating him to keep close together and open his toes.

Saliva began to secrete rapidly, and at the same time, Nelson also gradually lost control of his body. He opened his mouth wide, panting violently, his limbs trembled frantically, and the iron bed banged loudly...

He could feel that death was coming.

The man watched all this calmly, soaked a cotton handkerchief folded on the cart with sterile water, and gently buckled it on Nelson's face to prevent his saliva from splashing.

Spray the disinfectant foam water evenly on the inside of the glass, pull the glass cleaning scraper like shutters, wipe the fingerprints left by Nelson on the inside, and then push the cart out of the cabin and sit on a small chair not far from the family’s seat , Watching the monitor, quietly waiting for Nelson's death.

Death is not a short-lived thing. On the contrary, it requires people to go through a process from panic, to excitement, to very excited, and finally to death.

Maybe it can be very short, as short as a minute to kill a living person, but the designer who died did not.

Perhaps taking into account the emotions of consumers, at least let them feel the most extreme excitement and happiness before death, so that they will not feel that the money has been spent too much.

Nelson could feel the loss of life and strength, and every minute spent was as exhausting as an hour of a lot of fitness, but this sense of comfort also prevented him from stopping shaking, which eventually led to an increasing amplitude.

He wanted to cheer very much, even if he knew this was the candy before his death, he would praise the sweetness of the candy.

"I'm going to die... I'm going to die... I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

After five minutes, the shaking speed slowed down, getting slower and slower. In the end, he seemed to have just lay down without any extra movements.

"I'm dying……"

"everything is over."

"Yes... I just wanted to..."

The last whisper stopped. The family could not see that his face was serene or hideous. Only the white handkerchief collapsed in his mouth, forming a frightening "basin".

"drop……"

The heartbeat line displayed on the monitor has become a straight line. The man got up, asked Sabella for Nielsen’s suit and top hat, entered the room, and gently dressed Nielsen with his back to his family, adjusting Nielsen’s appearance, and finally The top hat was placed on his chest, he pulled up the body bag, and opened Michael.

"You can take Mr. Nelson home. May Mr. Nelson be with your father and be happy and healthy all day long."

"Amen……"

...

Nelson's body was heavy. It was unimaginable before it sank to Parker. His nephew and Parker's three big men were very difficult to carry. Under the gaze of pedestrians in the hall, they put them on the pickup truck of the convoy and placed them in the prepared coffin.

Supporting the frail Mrs. Nelson and Sabella into the car, the convoy started. Parker glanced at Lisa in the driver's seat, then turned to look at the picture of Mr. Heya hanging at the entrance to the hospital. He was silent and said nothing. , Just lighted a cigarette, stretched out the window, it was slightly brightened by the breeze, and finally threw it at the door of Wangshengyuan.

...

"Mr. Nelson has never been a person with a deep hatred in my mind, even though I know that his situation is more difficult than mine. In the twenty years of getting along with him, he has taught me a lot, although most of my It was of no use, but his character has affected me to a large extent. I must admit that."

"Time is always like this, so that we can gradually accept the departure of relatives and friends. With the help of Mr. Heya, we can accept the departure of more relatives and friends. We don’t know whether we should thank him or should we Hate him."

"But also because of this, we are also destined to accept our own death on a certain day, a certain period of time, and be happy for its arrival, at least until you become a billionaire, just like Mr. Heya As I said, it’s not a good thing to live too long."

"He gave us the answer."

...

"Interlude an urgent news, the giant in the fields of life sciences, genetics, and medicine, the great scientist known as the father of the longevity gene, Mr. Zambia Odéles Hera, was discovered by his family at 9 am this morning Hanged and died at home at the age of 98. Leaders of various countries sent a call to condolences to their relatives, saying that the death of Mr. Heya shocked and saddened the whole world. Now leaders of various countries have taken a plane to California to send Mr. Heya for the last time. Cheng."

The classroom was quiet. Parker didn't know what he was looking on now. No, he knew it after a glance at Lisa. Then, the students broke out.

"really?"

"Today is... today is not April Fool's Day! Fuck! What's the situation!"

"How is it possible? Obviously such a powerful person, how could my idol die? It must be fake! I have to check it again, it's impossible..."

It's not just the classmates who were surprised, even the teacher who was in class stopped writing, but he didn't show unbelievable behavior like the students. He knew that everything can happen in this world.

So, he just glanced out the window, made sure that the sun was still rising from the east, then looked at the clock, made sure that time was still running, sighed, re-written, and wrote the next question on the blackboard, even if he knew, No one will concentrate on attending the class for the whole day, or even longer.

As the news spread, the entire planet became a sensation. Even though life is very tiring now, the public knows that this has nothing to do with Mr. Heya, but because of his selfless dedication, the end of life can continue backward.

People spontaneously held mourning activities in the downtown square. As “radicals” in the school, Parker and his party could not be there, so they came, holding chrysanthemums in their hands, and accompanied by the sharp whistle of cars in the crowd of people. Closing silence.

The screen on the outer wall of the building next to the square is broadcasting the latest investigation results of Mr. Heya’s death in real time. People who have placed the memorial items are standing on the street, watching the beauty news host, choking and reading out. The last words left by Mr. Ya.

"I am not a financier, so I don't understand what currency circulation represents."

"I am not an entrepreneur, so I don't understand how much money can be made by squeezing labor."

"I am not an engineer, so I don't know how to design a building to accommodate the most people in the smallest area."

"I am not a politician, so I don't know how to make the people accept a series of high-pressure policies."

"But I'm a human being, and I panic about the rapidly rising prices, but I can't do anything about it."

"But I am a human being. I understand that there shouldn't be only work in life, but I can't do anything about it."

"But I'm a human being. I don't want to end the rest of my life in a narrow and dark room, but I can't do anything about it."

"But I am a human being, and I am willing to contribute to the development of the city, but I don't want me to be just a number, a match, a barrel of fuel, but sorry, I can't do anything about it."

"So I'm a sinner, I can't see laughter, blue and clear sky, or white doves flying."

"I will die for my ideals, so I will die for my ideals in the end and regret it for life."

"I will fall into hell, but I will still look up to heaven and hope that my old friends will be happy and healthy."

For some reason, the tears rolled and finally fell. Everyone looked at the screen blankly, their mouths opened and closed, but they couldn't say a word.

They wanted to vent a lot, but when they turned their heads, the waiting police were looking at them. In an instant, this desire and hope was suppressed. This was the most unbearable moment for Parker. At this moment, he flinched and stepped back. One step, another step, and finally turned around, strode towards home.

...

"I have never hated myself so much. I was surprisingly angry with my cowardice. Mr. Heya was right. I couldn't die for my ideals, so I was also a sinner. Or, at this moment, I was already dead. ."

"I’mdead."

"I understand that in the future I will be silent on everything. This is a painful ending, but this is exactly my ending. I will become ordinary, ordinary graduation, ordinary work, ordinary 100 Retire at the age of twenty, maybe a little longer. In this way, as an ordinary person whose ideal will never be realized, he will die happily in the end."

"I will become a devout Christian, exchange life's hard work for joy after death, looking forward to the scenery in heaven, will it be beautiful? I think so, it will be, as for some of this world, sorry , I have nothing to do."

...

The city center is 14 kilometers away from Parker's house. He ran tirelessly until it got late, until he was exhausted, pale, covered in stinky sweat, like a dead old man, and finally pushed away. Home.

Unexpectedly, the lights were not turned on in the home. Candles were placed in the corners of the room to provide lighting, which made the whole house unusually warm and cozy. My mother was busy in the kitchen, while my father was sitting at the table drinking alone. speak.

"this is……"

"Parker, where did you go crazy? Go take a shower and eat."

"What is this going to do?"

"You go take a bath first, and I will tell you later, okay? I made your favorite tomato sirloin and braised pork. Go take a bath."

The mother pushed Parker into the bathroom with a look of disgust, but the moment she closed the door, she leaned on the door panel and looked at her father with a complicated smile.

Parker was so tired that even bending over to hit the bath flowers became a problem. He fell asleep in the bathtub for a while until the bath water choked his nose, which refreshed him a lot.

After getting up, changing his furniture and clothes, his parents were sitting at the table waiting for his arrival. When he was seated, without much greeting, the three picked up the chopsticks and ate dinner quietly.

After strenuous exercise, people's appetite will not be very good, and there is a worry in his heart. He has not eaten too much, he is full, but he did not leave the table for the first time, but watched suspiciously. Yan's parents finally asked.

"Mom, what is going on?"

"I have three things to tell you today. First, your father and I have officially retired from today. Let's eat more."

The sirloin that has been simmered for a long time is very soft and rotten. When it is held close to the bowl by the mother, the fat gleams with charming colors under the light, which makes one's appetite wide open.

Parker did not speak. Of course he understood what it meant to retire, but he did not have to worry too much about it. After paying for the pension insurance for more than sixty years, it is time for it to be effective. The regulation of retirement at the age of 20 has not yet been implemented. It is estimated that the parents are the last people to retire at the age of 90.

"The second one?"

"I discussed with your dad. I bookmarked the house transfer today. It may be demolished in a few months. In the future, this place will become a community. We are also very satisfied with the compensation plan."

"Why so suddenly, I don't want to move away..."

"I just moved out temporarily and will come back when the community is built. The other party compensated for a set of real estate and gave a compensation of 1.2 million pounds."

Today's 1.2 million pounds is still a wealth that many families have to fight for for decades, or even a lifetime, not to mention a house, this price is enough to impress Parker.

So he didn’t say much. He just looked at this single-family house with regret. It contained too many happy memories. After a few months of learning, this place will no longer exist, and there is a feeling of reluctance. Heart brewing.

People will always miss the past, but in the end they will follow the footsteps of time and grasp the tail of the future.

"Well, what about the third?"

"Dad and mom are going... ready to die."

"..."

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