Inner entertainment first vase

The second day after Ke Yu agreed to be a judge, he regretted it, because the script that Shanglu handed him the night before was just the tip of the iceberg.

He suspected that Shanglu was playing tricks on him, but he couldn't find any evidence.

One minute after agreeing to be a judge, he was kissed by Shanglu, and then said that he would invite him to dinner to celebrate.

One hour after agreeing to be a judge, he was offered three glasses of brandy by Shang Lu in the name of "happy cooperation".

Two hours after agreeing to be a judge, he was panting in his hotel room.Shang Lu said last time that drunk French men would serve people to heaven, and he proved it again by himself.

Three hours after he agreed to be a judge, he was so tired that he couldn't move his fingers, but he was forced by Shang Lu to read the script together——

Now, right now, right now—jump into the judging.

Ke Yu didn't know how to move his mind, "You..."

The script turned another page under his nose. Shanglu wore silver-rimmed glasses, cold and indifferent like a review AI:

"The outline is boring, pass."

"Reverse routine, pass."

"There is more than enough ingenuity, but not enough sincerity, it looks boring, pass."

"How can there be such a boring story? Pa——"

A long, exhausting breath came from under her bosom, and Ke Yu fell asleep on her folded forearms, with her head tilted.Black soft forehead hair slid from between the eyebrows, revealing beautiful eyebrows and eyes.His bones are three-dimensional but not sharp, he is a non-aggressive handsome that can be admired by both Westerners and Easterners, giving the impression that he is neither far away nor close, like the fog permeated by the sea tide at night, which is both vaguely visible and hard to capture. arrive--

When I stretched out my hand, there was only the moist feeling on the skin, which made people feel lost and unsatisfied.

He will win many awards in the high-ranking awards that are firmly controlled by the West, and Phytrol has no doubts.

Ke Yu was still in a daze, feeling like he was going to hear Shang Lu test him in the next sentence, what do you think, whether to keep it or not, so he said dreamily: "...you decide... ..."

After all, Shanglu couldn't hold back a snort, took off his glasses, and left a kiss on his forehead: "Why are you so useless?"

Ke Yu felt that he had been picked up again, and his firm and powerful body hugged, cuddled, and imprisoned him, making him feel very safe in his dream.

The next day, the make-up artist asked why the dark circles were getting heavier. Ke Yu lowered his head and drank iced coffee, without saying a word: "I drank too much coffee at night."

This performance was not taken away by Shang Lu, and he honestly accompanied Stella to the banquet. In the middle, he was bored and sent WeChat to Shang Lu: "What are you doing?"

Shanglu is playing video sync with Ji Yun, and the little apprentice can't miss his homework.

Ke Yu: ...

Sourly replied: "Teacher is really hardworking."

Shanglu: "He is stupid."

Ke Yu: "Why wasn't I treated like this?"

Shanglu: "Speak with a little conscience."

He added, "I'll give you a chance to say it again."

Ke Yu: "Why didn't you allow me to call you teacher?"

Ji Yun felt that the teacher was teaching more and more perfunctory. Obviously, he didn't know where he was going. He took a mobile phone to reply to the messages with enthusiasm. Although his face with glasses was still stern, the corners of his mouth were obviously almost out of control.He coughed: "Teacher?"

Shang Lu acted like a strict teacher, frowned and taught him: "This method has been taught to you many times, disassemble it yourself."

Ji Yun: "..."

No, dare you not hear the hundreds of words I just said, did you?

Shang Lu replied to Ke Yu: "You can call me."

Ke Yu didn't reply to him, and put away his cell phone to socialize with Stella, concentrating on his mind and calm.When the banquet ended after nine o'clock, Shang Lu didn't wait for a well-behaved "teacher", only Ji Yun was inexplicably beaten by an invisible one after a seven-hour time difference.

The next day, the makeup artist saw that Ke Yu was in high spirits, and asked jokingly, "Did you not drink coffee last night?"

Ke Yu actually read the script and saw that it was all homework thrown to him by Shanglu, and he couldn't keep up with the progress if he didn't read it.The two commented and scored separately, and finally checked each other's opinions, which was rigorous and efficient.He nodded to the makeup artist, thinking that as long as he didn't do manual work, everything would be fine.

Stella saw traces of his distraction when she came to tour the venue, and asked with a smile: "It seems that you have accepted the invitation."

Ke Yu actually felt a little embarrassed, but Stella comforted him instead: "relax, I believe in your professionalism and status, otherwise I won't let go." After a pause, she blinked: "Of course, this is also based on Shanglu persuaded me for a long time to save face."

Ke Yu: "...have you been convinced for a long time?"

This is what he said, "It doesn't matter if you're not interested, I can find someone else"?

Stella pressed the metal lighter, chewed on the cigarette and mumbled, "...don't let me sleep, and called me on the phone for three hours."

Ke Yu was shocked and said: "Three hours?" Subconsciously said: "...He never talked to me for three hours."

Stella glanced at him sideways and shrugged regretfully: "Well, you can try next time."

Ke Yu tried it right after the curtain call.He took the initiative to dial Shang Lu's voice, his face was pale after washing off his makeup, and there were still drops of water.While pulling out a paper towel to wipe his face, he chatted with Shang Lu. Shang Lu heard the commotion, loudly, as if he was in some kind of hall. Then, Ke Yu heard an announcement that the theater should be closed in an orderly manner. Voice.He froze: "Are you in the theater?"

There was a knock on the door, and Ke Yu turned her head almost in shock, thinking that she would see Shanglu, but it turned out that the theater manager brought two people to take a group photo.

With the phone on the face, Ke Yu said in a low voice: "It will be done in 2 minutes, don't hang up." He put the phone on the table lightly, greeted in English freely, signed autographs and took photos together. The process went quickly and politely .When the greetings reached the farewell words, a figure leaned against one shoulder by the door, with long legs crossed, holding a bouquet in one hand, the other hand in his trouser pocket, and a white Bluetooth headset in his ear.

The theater manager glanced back and nodded politely, thinking that he was just an ordinary drama fan. When he turned his face back, he found that the corners of Ke Yu's lips were already smiling.

After sending the guests away, Shang Lu closed the door when he walked in, and the lock clicked quietly, and he locked it by the way.He raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "Let me wait for 2 minutes, and now it's timed out, 3 minutes over."

Ke Yu wanted to receive the bouquet, Shang Lu hid for a while: "Did I tell you to give it to you?"

Ke Yu: "Send love or not."

Shang Lu threw it at him: "Is this how you chase people? You are bigger than me."

Ke Yu retorted: "You also know that you are arrogant." Impatient in his mouth, the flowers were put away lightly.The flowers from the first day are still in a vase on his dressing table, but today is the last show of the London tour, and he is going to take the bouquet back to his hotel suite.

"Chi Zuo didn't see you," Ke Yu sarcastically said, "Next time you can't get a ticket, tell me earlier, I'll reserve the best seat for you."

Shang Lu bowed slightly: "Excuse me, it's in the box on the second floor."

This must have been bought at a high premium from a ticket dealer, Ke Yu's lips curled up: "Second Young Master Shang spent a lot of money."

"I'm afraid that the reporters will see the scribbles," Shang Lu cast a glance at him, and said casually, "It will hurt your face as a Cannes Best Actor."

Ke Yu was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously explained: "I don't—" He wanted to say he didn't care, but Shang Lu didn't seem to see the intention of his explanation, and didn't care about his defense, so he changed the subject and said, "Clean it up." Is it? I'll take you to drink at night."

Ke Yu kept his expression down, just stood there with downcast eyes for two seconds, endured the bewilderment in his heart, and then smiled nonchalantly and said, "Where are you going?"

It's an alley called Shakespeare, and a pub called The George.

"Shakespeare often comes here." Shanglu opened the door for him, and the gentleman said, "The door you are walking in now is a door that Shakespeare once walked in."

The trembling didn't appear immediately, Ke Yu was stunned for two seconds, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat.

"You remind me of Midnight in Paris. "

Shanglu nodded affirmatively: "Very good movie."

His proud determination reappeared. Amidst the din of the dark bar, Ke Yu slightly raised the corner of his lips, followed him in, and said, "Right now, there must be many images in your mind."

Time and space will be connected in the minds of every normal person. On one side is the colorful renaissance of the 21th century, and on the other side is the bustling modern midnight of the [-]st century. The text passes through the tunnel of time, every sonnet, every page The script comes alive here.

except him.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, Ke Yu ordered a glass of beer, held his chin, his eyes were bright, but he said casually: "Can you tell me? The picture you thought of."

Phytolaca pushed the beer in front of him: "Well, maybe the corner of the table you are leaning on now, Shakespeare once leaned on it like this, but the wine at that time was not as mellow as it is now, but it was just as fragrant. Quietly looking at everything in the tavern, he saw a man confronting the bartender smartly, with a fair face and an old-fashioned attitude. He thought this should be a brave warrior who disguised himself as a man, so he named her For Portia."

Ke Yu held a cold beer glass, leaned on the table, and asked relaxedly and comfortably: "What else?"

"Also," Shang Lu rolled his eyes, caught a glimpse of the yellow dim light cast by the downlight, and reflected two silhouettes facing each other on the wall, "a couple in the corner on the right is talking in secret, they look around cautiously from time to time , the shadows became ghastly in the kerosene lamp, and he thought the couple must be sharing a conspiracy."

Ke Yu approached him and hooked up with his fingers hanging on the edge of the table: "Mr. and Mrs. Macbeth."

At night, both Westminster Abbey and St. Paul's Cathedral were closed, and poke land was driving with the windows down, and the wind with humidity poured in gently.Parked the car and strolled along the river embankment, the wind with the smell of green grass was blowing more humidly from the wide river surface, blowing the shirts of the two of them slightly fluttering.

Phytophthora introduced him like a tour guide: "In the 17th century, there was a gentleman and suave poet in Elizabeth's palace. The love that turned back made this love ruin his future. He fell in love with the daughter of the Sheriff of the Tower of London, who was only [-] years old. The angry father threw the two into prison, he was on one side, and the girl was on the other. "

Ke Yu listened carefully: "Like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, and also like Cowherd and Weaver Girl, it can be seen that God does not distinguish between Chinese and foreign when creating love stories."

Shang Lu bent his lips accordingly, "In the prison, the poet gave the girl a note, and the note said—"John Dunn, Anne Dunn""

"It's very romantic to use my last name and your name."

"However, after all, the girl was just a short footnote to him. After elopement, his future was ruined, and the two lived a decade of poverty. At the age of 42, John Dunn painfully abandoned his love and family for The embrace of theology. He was converted to the peace of Our Lady, became dean of St. Paul's, and gained unprecedented fame."

Ke Yu: "..."

unlucky.

He stared at him coldly and expressionlessly, looking very angry: "You don't need to talk about the second half."

Walking to the lower part of St. Paul's Cathedral, Shang Lu looked up for a while, "This is the place where he preached and wrote poems. His shroud is hung on the wall. You can't see it until you come during the day. You know his most famous What is a line of poetry?" He looked at Ke Yu, under the dome of the magnificent and peaceful Baroque church.

"What is it?"

"'For God's sake, please shut up and let me love you.'"

Ke Yu snorted: "For God's sake, shutup, stop lying to me."

Shanglu put his shoulders on his shoulders and kept laughing, and took the cigarette from the corner of his mouth: "Why are you so disrespectful to the old man?"

Ke Yu also followed suit and brushed the ashes between his fingers: "Don't worry, even if I, Ke Yu, die of poverty, I won't throw it away...Forget it, you can afford me anyway."

"For God's sake, please shut up, don't be so narcissistic, did I say I want to support you?"

"For the sake of the Virgin Mary," Ke Yu raised his head, suddenly choked back for some reason, froze for a moment, and said helplessly, "...you better shut up."

In the early hours of the morning, there were very few pedestrians on the street, only drunkards, drunkards and homeless people were begging God to take him in.Shanglu said in a low voice, "You still owe me something."

"what?"

Shanglu looked into his eyes: "Seventeen lost bets."

His handsomeness is close at hand, Ke Yu's Adam's apple rolled: "It's still up to you, you decide."

"Didn't you say that this is a trick played by children?" Shang Lu still put his shoulders on his shoulders, and his drooping profile caught his breath.

Ke Yu blinked lightly. Under the night, the moisture in his eye sockets was almost negligible. He just had a little, a little bit of stubborn grievance, and endless heartache.How could he say such things to Shanglu?At that time, he decided to step into the darkness alone, so as not to leave any room for Shang Lu to miss him.He just never thought that the kindling that Shanglu had taught him would illuminate his life so brightly and thoroughly.

Shang Lu's lowered eyes were full of helplessness: "Are you playing me on purpose because of your good acting skills?"

Ke Yu turned his face into the bright light of St. Paul's Church at night, leaving Shang Lu with a line of outlined profile: "I'm not so boring."

Shanglu flicked him lightly on the forehead: "Okay, the acting skills have passed the test, the director is so pitiful to you."

Ke Yu pursed her lower lip: "Truth or Dare, you choose."

"big Adventure."

Ke Yu was ready, and asked very excitedly, with a soft voice: "Okay, what do you want me to do?"

Like saying love him in the name of God.

Like kissing him while the gods watch.

For example, confessing all the absurd regrets in his heart under the mercy of Jesus.

Shang Lu looked at him seriously for two seconds: "Simple."

Ke Yu: "?"

"Call me teacher tonight."

"Old——" His lips were sealed, the cigarette fell from his fingers to the ground, and he was kissed by Shanglu's ten fingers——

"Hmm." Ke Yu reeled from being kissed, his waist was firmly held by the other's strong arms, and the voice in his ear was low in the night: "...Of course not here."

The author has something to say: God: no eyes

Midnight in Paris, Woody Allen's time-travel film, it's great, after reading it, you will have a better understanding of this chapter (including the soul communication between the two), won the Oscar for Best Original Screenplay, directed by French Oscar-winning actress Marie Oncodia loves to play (one of the supporting roles hahahahaha)