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Mi Le got out of the car and walked a few steps forward. He saw a wooden stake not far ahead obliquely, with a board in the shape of a stop sign nailed on it. The wind and rain made it dilapidated.The words "Paradise Lost" were scrawled in bad paint on the boards.When the wind blew, he dangled on the loose rusty spikes and let out that scream of dying.Mixed in the weeds that grow unscrupulously, the sun can't even illuminate this place.

Leaving aside the mythological and religious overtones attached to the phrase "Paradise Lost," the place literally lives up to its name.

"This time, we asked everyone to shoot a set of 1-minute short films, not just static images. As you can see, here is an abandoned playground. There are carousels, roller coasters, and bananas. Ships, fairytale castles, etc., although they are all rusted and unusable, this is not the point. You don’t need to know how he was abandoned, of course, I don’t know either. Keke, in a word, Federer who filmed this short film for you Mister will help you make a film that can be used as a promotional video for all playgrounds. What you have to do is to give full play to your imagination and beauty, and integrate yourself with this playground."

Keanu reminded everyone with his slow pre-tuning.His light tone hovered around Mi Le's ears for a while, and then he flew into the sky, hard to find.Mi Le blinked his dry eyes.He doesn't feel good all over, like the wind has bacteria hiding in it, and it gets on your skin and hair when it blows over.You are defenseless.He didn't really feel much of what Keanu said.A bumper car hidden in clumps of weeds in the distance caught all his attention.It was strange, he didn't know why it attracted him so much.He seemed to be hallucinating, he saw that bumper car glowing.

You must be crazy, out of your head.Mi Le cursed himself like that.

"Hey, sir." A clear and clean voice came from my ear, like spring water slipping into the strings of a violin.

Mi Le's brain was pricked, and then disappeared quickly.He turned his head, a brilliant gold was reflected in the gray pupils.

Mi Le once read in a book that people with golden hair are the children of the sun. They are blessed, sunny, handsome, full of enthusiasm and full of vitality, just like magma galloping on the surface of the sun, never stopping.They are the seeds of happiness that bring light to all.

Mi Le had to admit that these adjectives were simply used to describe the man in front of her.

The icy blue eyes are the occasional clear sky in Scotland Yard, which is a kind of clarity lingering with a little bit of mist.

Mi Le can be sure that he doesn't know this man, let alone met him, otherwise he wouldn't have no impression.

"...Yes, hello." Mi Le tilted his head, and he took a quick look at this person. He was wearing the blue overalls of the organizing committee and had a work pass on his chest: "What's the matter, uh ,gentlemen."

"Nicholas Fibo, thank you. I just brought you something, you don't look very good." Nicholas smiled and handed over the things in his hand.

Mi Le lowered his head and saw Nicholas holding a bottle of mineral water and a box of pills in his hand.

"It's just the most common painkiller. I also have a headache sometimes, so I can recognize your symptoms at a glance." Nicholas shrugged, stretched out his hand and put these in front of Mi Le.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Fibo." Mi Le hesitated for a while, he didn't know this Nicholas Fibo, even though he looked like a staff member of the organizing committee.But he doesn't have the habit of eating whatever strangers give him.

"Well, I was too abrupt. You can ignore my assertion." Nicholas looked a little hurt, which made Mi Le uncomfortable.Mi Le frowned, and finally took the pills and water.Mr. Fibonacci has good intentions, at least he shouldn't refuse so cruelly.

"Sorry, I just...you know, I just have a headache. So, uh, thank you for the medicine, I mean."

"It's okay, I hope you can have a good state in the game. Really, I'm your fan."

"...Thank you." Mi Le nodded slightly.He looked up to see Cesare beckoning him over ahead, and he smiled gratefully at Nicholas to indicate that he had to go.He took a few steps, but suddenly heard Nicholas talking lightly behind him.

"Do you know why this playground was abandoned?"

"I'm afraid I don't need to know."

"You have nothing to lose by listening, don't you. Such a once huge, everything-inclusive playground like a Tyrannosaurus rex. After all these years of abandonment, it still occupies this vast land. In this A place where every inch of land is expensive."

"Mr. Fibonacci?"

"Owner of this playground, he built this playground for his young son. That Brit is a goddamn son of a bitch, he'll do whatever his son wants. Like if his son wants his head he'll take it Seconds can cut off his own head. It's so stupid. He built this place, he built a kingdom for children. The sun favors this place, and the rain praises it. This place used to be the envy of the rich children of Long Island. They were dragged down by their family background I was ordered to abide by the habits of nobles. The playground is a place that is absolutely not allowed. It is like God's Garden of Eden."

Mi Le saw a strange look on Nicholas' face, which made Mi Le a little creepy.

"It's a pity that his youngest son left him forever in the end. Abandoned everything, including this playground. It became a place of pain and unbearable disaster. The treatment has plummeted since then, and it was also abandoned and selectively forgotten by everyone. Being born Rust, covered with weeds, until now, scorned by the eyes of the years."

Nicholas's eyes became longer, as if he was nostalgic, but also as if he hated something.

"Mr. Fibonacci, this sounds like a dramatic story."

"Do you think so? When I heard others say that, I felt the same way as you!" Nicholas suddenly showed a mischievous expression of a successful prank.

"Hey, come on, buddy..." Mi Le sighed.At this time, he heard Cesare's call from a distance.Turning his head to look at Cesare, who was waving his arms as if doing Yangko, Mi Le shook the things in his hand to express his gratitude again.

"Good luck, my prince." Nicholas grinned, then turned and strode away.

Cesare saw that Mi Le couldn't come after calling him several times, and finally ran to vent his anger in a fit of anger.

"I thought you had ears. What the hell are you up to? Who was that man just now?" Cesare pointed to Nicholas who had gone away.

"A weird guy, he looks like a staff member, a handsome staff member." Mi Le murmured.

"Please, I must be more handsome than him, OK. So you have misplaced eyes." Cesare was very disdainful.

Mi Le rubbed his temples, and gave a stiff smile: "Cesare, I think, let's not discuss this." After speaking, he threw the mineral water in Cesare's arms, turned and walked towards A place where male models gather.

Over there, some people have already started discussing with Mr. Federer how to start the shooting of the short film.

"Aren't you nervous about those cheaters, don't tell me you don't remember anything." Cesare glanced around, then lowered his voice and said next to Mi Le's ear.

"Then, we don't have any evidence, what do you want me to do?" Mi Le felt his head hurting again, he tightened his eyebrows, trying to relax for a while.

"Fuck, why don't you just let those two trash go like this?"

"Be polite, Porto. Don't always act like a hooligan in Queens, it's bad." Mi Le couldn't help complaining: "Now we can't do anything except make a great short film."

"What! You're... ok ok. A short film about a playground that's been lying in this wasteland for an indefinite amount of time, with no idea what the point is."

"You'd better not let Keanu know that you have such thoughts." Mi Le sneered, and then quickly turned blank.

Cesare walked around Mi Le anxiously: "You are much sharper today, haven't you noticed?"

"Not at all, I just think you are still very unpleasant today, satisfied, Cesare."

"..." Cesare murmured in his heart, there must be something wrong with you, Mi Le.

"You must be dying to drink that bottle of water, Cesare. If you're thirsty, do yourself a favor. So, leave me alone for a while, and I'll thank you very much."

Cesare's expression seemed to be humiliated by Mi Le. He turned around in a big circle in anger, glanced at the mineral water in his hand, glared and threw it far away, and then quickly walked through Mi Le. Far.

With a long sigh, Mi Le pinched the bridge of his nose wearily.Something was screwed by him, that was clear.Everything is going in a strange direction.

But does he have to be thankful for some of these inexplicable headaches and relationships.He felt like a paranoid lunatic now, who didn't like everything.And this dilapidated playground also needs a lunatic to chat with.