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Luoshui, Scene 32——

The sun is like silver scattered all over the ground, and all evil things will slowly surface in the end, unable to be covered up.

The middle-aged painter Wang Youquan accidentally killed Luoshui's mother in a fit of distorted anger, and buried the body in the backyard.

The painting room itself is quite messy, all kinds of red paints are sprinkled on the wall like splashed ink, coupled with some pungent smells, it becomes the best cover-up.

"Don't worry, Luoshui, your mother just went out of town temporarily, it seems that something happened to the company."

Wang Youquan tried his best to bend a kind and amiable smile on his face. He was holding a mobile phone with a message from Luoshui's mother on it - I will be back soon.

"Don't worry... Even if she can't come back during this time, Luo Shui, I will take good care of you."

There was a strong greedy look in his eyes.

However, this was just an illusion created by him using the poor woman's mobile phone. The real body and the damaged metal casing that could not be found through positioning had been buried deep underground.

It's a pity that Luo Shui, who lowered his head and worried about his mother, completely missed this scene.

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Luoshui, Scene 40——

The young boy with an immature face finally found out that something was wrong.

He always felt that after his mother disappeared, the family painter, who had always been kind to him like his father, was behaving strangely now——

He would often peek at himself through the small hole in the door, and sometimes, Luo Shui suspected that the other party was squatting outside the door when he was taking a shower.

——This is not normal...

Even, after drinking the milk prepared every day, he would feel drowsy... It was as if his whole body was surrounded by countless transparent small bubble particles...

- This is not normal at all...

--In the end what happened?

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Luoshui, Scene 50——

In the sky, a burst of thunder flashed, as if to tear apart all the chaotic darkness...

In that seemingly cozy villa, Luo Shui, full of suspicion, finally found a blood-stained desk lamp in a box wrapped in layers of plastic paper in the basement.

And the moment he reached out to touch the desk lamp, the lights in the whole room flickered on.

The middle-aged painter Wang Youquan blocked the position of the door, his whole body seemed to fill up the remaining gap.

The young man with a delicate face turned his head in panic.

There was a distorted smile on his face, "Didn't I tell you not to come here...Luoshui?"

"What's going on here?! Where is my mother...?"

A premonition of getting worse and worse spread out from my heart.

The painter's mood seems to be very unstable, he has a smile on his face for a while, and a crying expression for a while.

"Her? She'll be back soon..."

"I just love you... Luo Shui, I never thought of ruining your life... I just want to be closer to you by your side, just a little closer. I came home from your junior high school I started following you when I was young, and I have fallen in love with you since then...Luoshui..."

"Luoshui, I just want to love you... That was just an accident, I didn't kill your mother... I just want to maintain the life I should have."

Wang Youquan's eyes seemed to be stretched infinitely, repeating it over and over again like a dream, approaching the young man in front of him.

"No, you don't love me at all."

The lightning outside the villa flashed across the sky, making the boy's complexion extremely pale, and the last trace of goodwill flickering in those emerald green eyes was gone, leaving only fear and disgust.

At that moment, this innocent young man truly realized all the bad emotions hidden under the seemingly gentle and well-dressed skin of the man in front of him.

The gentle care he thought, the love he thought he had as a brother and father, everything he thought... were just a disguise made by this man in order to achieve his bestiality.

"...You came to me just to satisfy your own selfish desires."

"You guys are just for yourself."

——You pedophiles have always been just to satisfy your own selfish desires.

——How can such a horrible and disgusting thing be called love?

——Love is never hurting, never possessing, never being kept warm like a canary.

——Love can only be produced by two equal and independent personalities, and it belongs to the throbbing of the soul.

——How can such a dirty thing... be called love?

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"cut——"

Outside the set, Chen Zhiwen called to stop.

His brows were slightly frowned, as if with a little dissatisfaction.

The filming progress of the entire "Luoshui" crew has come to an end, and the day of Luoshui's anti-killing is coming soon.

The filming in the early stage went very smoothly. The actual progress of the entire crew was almost twice as fast as expected. It took less than a month to film the 50th act. However, according to the script, this man saw the true face of the painter Wang Youquan. In this scene, Cheryl did not perform so well.

This is an important turning point, which needs to completely pull the audience into the picture.

Chen Zhiwen knows better than anyone... what kind of interpretation Luoshui needs in this scene.

Cheryl has been called to timeout several times by the director, which is completely opposite to his previous smooth appearance.

Sheril paused in the arena, nothing could be seen on his face, he still had a expressionless expression, but the fingers that were clenched so tightly that there was even a trace of blood on the palm of his hand fully explained His inner restlessness.

"Relax, Cheryl, what I need you to show in front of the camera is a mixture of disappointment, disgust, and the last trace of affection and love has disappeared..."

Chen Zhiwen patted him on the shoulder, and he tried his best to suppress the turbulent emotions in his heart to speak for the other party, with a gentle smile on his face and a magnetic voice flowing out.

"After you realized that your mother was hurt by him, when you saw those disgusting paintings, Luo Shui had a lot of affection for him before, and the disappointment was even greater. You have to put this disappointment It is not just pure indifference and hatred."

Sheryl paused and nodded, but his performance in front of the camera was still unsatisfactory.

"Chen, I think you can take a break."

James Thomson, the chief photographer, said so. He patted Chen Zhiwen's shoulder with obvious concern in his eyes.

For this new director who is not favored by all the media, with the cooperation day after day, he has a deep understanding of Chen Zhiwen. Not only is he impressed by the other party's personality charm, as the head of the photography team, he has control over Chen Zhiwen's lens Force has a clearer perception than others.

James persuaded in a low voice, "Actually, I think, as a rookie, he has already performed well. You don't need to push him so hard...and you don't need to push yourself so hard, Chen."

Curly smoke rises from the cigarette butt at Chen Zhiwen's fingertips. Chen Zhiwen has already discovered that this is the first time he smoked so many cigarettes during filming.

The young director turned his head to look at him, his eyes were like an unknown deep sea, which made people nowhere to be found.

"What did you say?" Chen Zhiwen asked.

He smiled slightly, and lightly stomped the cigarette under his feet, "...I didn't want to push anyone too hard, I just wanted to present a perfect movie."

James Thompson looked at him for a long time, and his heart tightened. After a while, he sighed slowly, "Then let's call it a day? Take a break, what do you think, Chen?"

Looking at the light white waves at the end of the town, Chen Zhiwen narrowed his eyes slightly, "Yes, but not for too long."

The entire production crew suddenly relaxed. The work progress these days has been fast, and they are also very tired. Taking advantage of this free time, they sat down and ate some delicious desserts to replenish their energy in the warm sunshine of this small town of Licheng. , Talking by the way, it is really a pleasant thing.

Chen Zhiwen knew that he was definitely not nervous.

He wasn't worried that he wouldn't be able to give a satisfactory answer, that he wouldn't be able to respond to the ridicule and contemptuous comments from the media, and even that the issue he cared about wasn't the actors of "Luoshui".

In his previous life, he was a very good director, and he was only under 30 years old when he died. Most of the films he shot were hard sci-fi films like "Crossing the Earth", although he is indeed an all-rounder, gay films He has also filmed several films, but he seldom shoots a small category of borderline crime subjects in the movies, and rarely actively explores the inner world of a certain type of extremely distorted people.

——For example... a pedophile.

This is somewhat related to his vaguely shrouded emotions in the black memory.

There was once a man, Chen Zhiwen thought, he wanted to be his own father, he was very kind to himself, and paid all the tuition fees for him when his mother was in poor health and had no job.

At that time, Chen Zhiwen thought that at least that person was different.

Some people just want to go to bed with him, and they are just greedy for the spiritual stimulation that their arrogant eyes can bring to them... It's a pity...

"A ravine on a hill."

Chen Zhiwen sighed casually.

As he was admitted to the film academy, he came into contact with many eyes and souls that were full of lust. He saw more of this kind of people, and he felt indifferent.

The image of the original man had long been blurred, and similar bodies overlapped one after another, making him feel that a man, a sensory animal, was nothing more than that.

So did he himself.

Who do you like, give that person the resources he wants, play the role of his lover, seduce him with gentle words, and then use the strength that absolutely does not allow infringement to catch him on the bed. It's over.

"Sure enough...it's always impossible to shoot subjects that are too similar to myself."

Chen Zhiwen thought of this while smoking the cigarette in his hand.

The whole crew was resting, and he didn't want to be told by other staff members with various excuses. Chen Zhiwen walked to the rock at the edge of the small town of Licheng and found a seat to sit down.

Looking at the distant scenery, he felt that his emotions seemed to be calmer.

— Tsk...why is it easy to be sentimental recently?

He thought that those memories had long been forgotten by him, and he also thought that he took this trip through the book as a game, but looking at it now, it seems that this is not the case.

Maybe it's because the life here is extraordinarily real. Except for the names that popped up that coincide with the names set in the original book, there is nothing similar, so it is easy for people to substitute in.

And at this moment, a glass of iced lemonade appeared in front of Chen Zhiwen's vision, along with a wet, hairy head.

Chen Zhiwen turned his head and saw that Cheryl had taken a cold shower somewhere, with his dark brown hair wrapped in a white towel, and his emerald green eyes were more transparent because they had been soaked in cold water.

Chen Zhiwen raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything. He happened to be a little thirsty, so he took the other party's drink and took a sip.

After a long time, he heard the voice of the boy next to him faintly, "Director Chen... I have a question."

Cheryl raised his head and let the towel cover his entire face, "Just like what the silver-haired playboy said before, I suddenly ran over to find you, and I have never experienced any kind of professional training before... Is it really not a suitable actor?"

He was silent for a while, his ethereal voice seemed to be hidden in the waves.

"Do you think I was violently driven out of the house by my father's family, like a homeless puppy..."

"Did you let me film because you felt sorry for me?"

Chen Zhiwen looked sideways at the other party.

He shook his head and said slowly, "No, I just respect everyone who has a dream. Also, I like your eyes, he is very beautiful."

It's like the heart missed a beat.

"...But, in the latest scene, I didn't act out the disappointment that your expectations were shattered."

Cheryl clenched her hand, "My father is an alcoholic alcoholic, and my mother cheated while she was pregnant with me. After giving birth to me, she immediately left this disgusting home... Despite genetic testing, My father knew that I was his child, but he was still suspicious all day long and found various excuses to beat me."

His voice sounded faint, as if he was hiding all his emotions well.

"I don't have any expectations for my home. Without expectations, there will be no disappointment. Therefore, I have never experienced the feeling that I tried to treasure and was finally smashed..."

"Sorry, Chen, I can't act."

A white towel covered her entire face.

Cheryl pursed his lips, expressing his true inner thoughts expressionlessly, and his heart was suddenly filled and compressed by a feeling of panic.

At this moment, he was afraid of seeing Chen Zhiwen's disappointed expression towards him. When he thought of this possibility, it was as if a pair of scissors were constantly trying to cut off any nerve in his brain. make him crazy.

After a long time, Cheryl suddenly felt that the towel covering his face was slowly removed by a bony hand.

He could see Chen Zhiwen's face enlarged in front of him, and for a moment, the waves wrapped around the reef seemed to be buzzing in his ears one after another.

Chen Zhiwen smiled slightly, his voice softened a little, and patted his head.

"If you can't act, you are actually happy..."

"Human beings are always such complicated creatures. If there is no expectation, there will be no disappointment."

"Forget it, don't be so stressed, Cheryl, the audience's tolerance for you and this film is actually very high, because the more bad impressions and negative reviews before the release, the more perfect it will be in the end. It’s also easy to get satisfied.”

Cheryl stared blankly at his face.

At this moment, his sight was only filled with Chen Zhiwen's face.

Cheryl would like to ask, what have you experienced before?Is it like myself that the corners of the eyes will be beaten with bruises?

He remembered that this morning, when his father knew that he was lucky, he got into the call of the film crew cursing.

"Filming? What kind of big star do you think you son of a bitch can become? Stop dreaming! You and your mother are both bitches!"

Cheryl suddenly understood the so-called emotions after all expectations were shattered.

He now has expectations.

His expectation is that he doesn't want to disappoint Chen Zhiwen. Rather than try his best to seduce Chen Zhiwen into bed first, he doesn't want Chen Zhiwen's "Luoshui", which can wash away the bad impression of the entire Licheng media circle and can fight back. The slightest blemish.

His expectation...is Chen Zhiwen himself.

Cheryl stood up suddenly and nodded lightly. Although his face remained expressionless, there was a trace of certainty in his emerald green eyes, "I will play him well." .”

--for you.

Like a lone wolf who has finally found his purpose.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Cheryl: [eyes bright] My expectation is you.

Chen Zhiwen: I won't fall in love with those coquettish sluts who only want to drag me into bed. Are you the same kind of person as them?

Cheryl: [Silence] No, I want to sleep with you too

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Ah... I don't know if everyone understands... Frog Frog is actually a shadow that was almost hit by a man when he was young, so he had some psychological problems, so he changed his mind and only allowed others to orz

So it takes a long journey for the frog to be crushed into the atrium...【远目】

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感谢在2020-03-0923:57:36~2020-03-1016:46:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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