Mr. Chu

Chu Jinye lowered the car window, with an unconcealable smile in his eyes: "Come here."

Gu Yang opened the car door, and flung himself into the opponent's arms briskly.They really haven't seen each other for a long time.

Hollywood's film industry is very mature, and a set of procedures has been followed. When to film and when to promote are all set in advance, and will not be changed unless there are special circumstances.In it, the actors are like a small part in a huge machine, and they are quickly turned on. Everyone is responsible for their own duties, and they are very busy every day.

Under such circumstances, private life has been compressed again and again, and it is rare to be free today. Gu Yang is very happy that Chu can come to visit the class tonight.

He hugged him affectionately, rubbed the man's chin, and asked with a smile, "Why did you come here?"

"I miss you, so I'll come and have a look." Chu Jinye said, stroking his soft hair: "Are you still used to being on the set?"

"Very good." Gu Yang said, after thinking for a while, he added: "I met a new friend, Thomson is very nice."

Chu Jinye's expression was a little subtle. He thought back to Zhao Shaoye and Qin Shao, and felt that his children always have unique magical skills in making friends, ignoring the appearance and looking at the inside.

He recalled the overwhelming CP news at that time, was silent for a few seconds, and decided to go back and shut down the media.

Save another coffee mug.

When he thought this way, he didn't show anything on his face. When he poked his hand, he felt that the young man's waist was slimmer, so he frowned and asked, "Is it hard to act?"

"It's okay, because I have been practicing martial arts more recently, so I lost a little weight." Gu Yang blinked, and explained actively: "It's not about the crew, I have always had a physique that won't gain weight, Mr. Chu You know it too."

He said, afraid that he would ask again, and smiled close to the other person's face and said: "The clothes I'm wearing are the clothes in the movie, don't they look good?"

Gu Yang is now wearing that black tights, which perfectly outlines the young man's slender body and beautiful waistline.He is very thin, but he has also developed muscles, which makes him look not thin.

Chu Jinye stared at him for a while, then gave a low hum.

Gu Yang blinked again. The air conditioner was on in the car, but the air was inexplicably hot. He lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Chu, can I kiss you?"

"..." Chu Jinye said, "Think clearly."

Once started, it's hard to stop.

"That's it." The boy showed his sharp canine teeth, bit the man's face, and asked innocently, "Then what if I want it?"

Chu Jinye lowered his head and bit his lip.

"—then don't shout stop."

After a long time, the car started up again and drove into the hotel.

Gu Yang went to take a shower first, and when Chu Jinye came out, he saw him wearing a large white shirt, sitting on the bed and wiping his hair.

The picture looked so beautiful that the man's heart was about to soften. He walked over to help him with a towel, and said while doing it: "I'm going to catch a cold, let it dry before I come out."

"No, I'm too tired." Gu Yang shook his head, his eyelids began to twitch, and he said in a daze, "...Fortunately, there will be no martial arts scene tomorrow, otherwise it will be very troublesome."

Chu Jinye took a look at the hickey on his neck, and smiled lowly: "I've said it all, it's hard to stop."

"Then don't stop..." Gu Yang said, his eyes were about to close, he exhausted his last bit of energy, and said to his guardian and lover: "I miss you too, good night."

"Good night."

Lights went out.

The next day, Gu Yang got up refreshed, and after saying goodbye to his lover, he went to the set. He met Thomson on the way, and the other party saw him, startled for a moment, and said, "You look good, don't you?"

"I didn't find you yesterday, where did you go?"

"A date."

"!" The blond boy was shocked!He was tongue-tied for tens of seconds, and finally fell under the great curiosity of gossip: "Who...who? Male and female?"

The atmosphere in country M is relatively open. As long as you are not an extreme anti-gay person, you don't really care about gender. Thomson has been in this circle and seen a lot, but I don't know if the Orientals are also like this. After all, Gu Yang...is very unique.

Gu Yang glanced at him with a half-smile, hummed a song and left.Leaving a heart-wrenching Thomson, you should finish your sentence!

Although there was a small episode, the film still had to be filmed. Gu Yang was in a good state today and performed very well.

The scene being filmed now is a heart-to-heart exchange between the killer Lin and the high school student Bill. At that time, they escaped the pursuit of the FBI and established a preliminary trust. Two half-grown teenagers sat on the steps and said nothing. dialogue.

"You are so young." Bill looked at Lin. The Orientals were petite and did not show their age. Now that the other party was sitting next to him, he was completely like an ordinary boy without his murderous look. He couldn't help but say: "How old are you?"

"There are many versions about my age." Lin replied: "Some people say that I am over 50 years old and I am an old man. Some people say that I am only 25 years old and I am strong. The FBI profiled me and thought I was around [-] years old."

"So what actually?"

"Actually, I am 19 years old, and my birthday is in April. The exact date is not clear. I habitually set it on April [-]st, and then take a month off to celebrate."

"Wait? April Fool's Day?"

"Yeah, because I love this holiday, don't you think pranks are fun? Life deserves more laughs."

"Uh... you continue."

"There are very few people in our industry who continue beyond the age of 35, and many people stop when they reach their age." He paused: "But I am still young."

Yes, 19 years old, this unexpected age made Bill's eyes wide open, he is also 20 years old, this boy is even younger than him.

For a moment, a strange emotion swept over the boy, and he couldn't help asking: "Why did you become a killer?"

"There is no choice, we are all orphans." Lin said: "We have been taken away from when we can't remember anything, and we will be trained in this area, just like you will be raised as scientists and baseball players. Our goal It's the killer."

"Then... what if you don't want to?"

This question seemed to stump Lin. After thinking for a while, he asked suspiciously, "Why don't you want to? This is just a job."

"!"

"You see, an organization is like a government. It gives us food, clothing, and education. The price is that when we grow up, we have to work for them for five years. After that, you will be free. You can be a mercenary or a free man." Killer, there's nothing wrong with that. I have a lot to do besides kill, I'm learning to draw, I'm buying Taylor's albums, and I'm trying to get a cat—ah, it's not really that good because I don't have much time to take care of it, it has to find its own food."

Bill was stunned when he heard this. The killer in front of him was obviously different from the killers defined by the public. He was not empty, lonely, or disgusted with blood. Salary, let yourself live more happily.

This is so strange, and also strangely approachable, Bill could not help but move a little towards him, and asked again: "Then... how many people do you want to kill a year? Who are they? Is the income high?"

"In one year, starting from my debut, I can kill up to nine people within a year." Black Scorpion said: "Killing people is a very rigorous job. I have to make relevant preparations in the early and late stages. The former means whether you can succeed or not , the latter decides whether the police will find you, because those who entrust us to take action are usually big shots, and those who want to kill are also big shots."

"Nine are already considered high-yield, slow work and careful work, because my success rate is [-]%, so many people are willing to find me, but there are also a lot of jobs in the industry, the one I listen to the most, takes three jobs a month Personal, but he was quickly found by the FBI, tsk."

"As for the remuneration, it's not bad, maybe a few million dollars at a time, enough for me to buy a lot of things I want to buy."

"Millions!" Bill couldn't help repeating loudly, full of awe: "Then you are not a multi-millionaire!"

"It's okay, the income in our industry is very high." Lin bit his finger: "But we have to exchange the money into legal income through black market channels, which is subject to tax deduction, huh—they are better than tax The Bureau is also annoying."

He stretched his waist, and this action was also full of explosive force. The killer looked at Bill who was shocked by the fact that he would also pay taxes, and couldn't help laughing. That smile was full of sunshine, really like an ordinary high school student .

"Hey, don't be so surprised. No one lives in a vacuum. We also have to pay taxes. I'm still a rewarded tax-paying citizen. Oh, I have a public identity, and it's also obtained through the black market. , Said that I am the heir of a small royal family, and I have inherited a large amount of inheritance."

"Are you really?"

"What do you think?" Lin asked back: "He died early in the morning, don't you know?"

This joke made the two boys laugh out loud. Lin opened the backpack and showed Bill a series of props for murder. Those seemingly ordinary parts showed brilliance in his hands and possessed different powers. .

"Using wires to move at high speed can easily cut off a person's head immediately, but the price is that there will be a lot of blood and the scene will be ugly. I am very skilled in using guns, but it is of little practical significance on weekdays, because they are easier to be killed. turn up."

"I like to use this the most." With his white fingers, the boy picked up a small bag of things that Bill had seen before: "Do you know what this is?"

"Coffee creamer?"

"Hahaha, no." Lin cutely laughed and waved his hand: "This is poison."

Bill held his breath.

"Some poisons are bought on the black market, and some are made by myself. I met a poison master and learned a lot from him. Now I can make some by myself." Lin said happily: "In my After retirement, I can also be a good poison master, don't you think it's very interesting?"

The high school student opened his mouth, hesitant to speak.

Suddenly, he understood something. He looked at the other person's beautiful eyebrows and realized that he was a killer.

He can kill.

The things he did and the things he took were all there to kill people.

"Lin... haven't you considered changing jobs?"

"?"

"I mean, after you retire." Bill said, he wanted to persuade the other party to find a safer job, one that would not kill or be killed, and that could be done on the bright side.

However, when the words came to his lips, he saw the boy's puzzled expression, and suddenly he couldn't speak.

Lin grew up like this.

In the environment where he grew up, no one told him that killing people was a wrong thing.From Bill's own point of view, the killers did not kill people out of their own will, but because of the market demand, this job was born, and there was always someone to do the job.

How should I say it?You want to tell this boy who is an orphan, who was brought into an organization since he was a child, and learned to kill people all the way, that what he did was wrong, that he should turn himself in and spend his whole life in prison?

The gun itself is not guilty, it is the person who uses the gun who decides to stain it with blood.

"...nothing," Bill said. "I mean, you'd make a pretty good poisoner."

Lin showed a happy smile, he turned his head and said, "Thank you, you are my first friend."

"Have you had no friends before?"

"Everyone I knew before was a killer just like me. We used to call our close colleagues our companions, and many of them died." Lin said, his tone relaxed as if he was talking about these death-related things: "You It was the first friend I met outside of my peers."

"I quite like you." He said frankly, "It's the first time I make friends with someone. Is there anything wrong?"

Bill opened his mouth and looked at him for a while, then shook his head: "No."

"It's also the first time I've made friends with people."

Lin smiled at him.

The young killer, who is out of touch with the mainstream society, and the high school student, who is a bit withdrawn and can't communicate with the people around him, have established a strange friendship at this moment. They looked at each other and stared at each other curiously.

"You're so weird." In the end, Lin said, "They all say I'm weird, but I think you're weird, but it's okay, as long as I like it."

He took out a piece of strawberry-flavored bubble gum and handed it to Bill, who took it and put it in his mouth.

Before, Black Scorpion wanted to kill the boy who knew his identity, but now he no longer intends to do so. He is a very willful guy, free from restraint and management.

In fact, in Lin's character setting, he is a person who doesn't care much about killing people. He doesn't take pleasure in it, but he doesn't feel guilty at all. The organization's education for him is very successful. He is a sophisticated killing machine. Those constraints caused by morality.

This is indeed wrong, but it is quite common in blockbuster movies in M ​​country. As long as the filming is good, the audience will not care, or even the opposite. Sometimes, this kind of slightly taboo subject can touch the audience's inner desire. The rebellious point makes them more excited.Some outliers will be ignored naturally, which is the benefit of art.

"To be honest, I don't like watching people kill people, and I don't like killers." Bill said seriously, "However, I like you, you're pretty cool."

Lin looked at him in some confusion, stood up from the ground, and stretched out his hand to pull him up. The camera showed a close-up of his hand, with thick calluses on every finger.

That is the trace left in the long-term, between life and death, in hard training time after time.

"I don't know why you feel that way, man," he said. "Death isn't cool at all, but dying is cool. If I could, I'd like to die at 40, no more. Not even a second less, we Orientals are very punctual."

Speaking of this, he laughed lightly again: "So I——now I have to live well, teach me to play baseball, I have never played."

Bill stared at him for a moment, then nodded.

"Cut——!" Pete yelled, and put away the camera in satisfaction. After the relationship between Thomson and Gu Yang eased, their performance became smoother and more emotional.

After all, in real life, they are really good friends.

The director whistled, stepped forward and patted the shoulders of the two boys, and said, "Very good—very good, keep up, as long as you keep going, you will be popular all over the world! Perfect!"

After he finished speaking, he staggered away, as if drunk.Leaving Thomson and Gu Yang looking at each other, they shrugged in unison.

"Has he been like this lately?"

"I don't know, maybe menopause."

"Going to eat?"

"Okay."

"By the way, my partner is coming too." Gu Yang said, throwing down the thunder lightly, he winked at Thomson: "Behave better."

Thomson:?

Twenty minutes later, he was sitting at the dining table, staring stiffly at a cold and pale face that once appeared on the cover of financial newspapers, with an imposing manner like a demon king.

Chu Jinye expressionless: "Hi, I'm Chu Jinye, Gu Yang's partner."

Thomson: ……………

This style of painting!This style of painting! ? ? ? ? ? ?

The author has something to say: Thomson's feelings now are probably similar to seeing Snow White marry Voldemort.

Mr. Chu has his own aura of a big devil.