[American Entertainment] Born to be passionate

Edmundo didn't want to appear too mean, but there was no way, history had been changed by him, and Rui Fan and the others had to learn a lesson before they could understand what was the right thing to do, so it was necessary to scare them.

That's right, Edmundo didn't really want to use death to wake them up, it's too stupid to die to achieve the goal, Keanu and Ruifan care about him, so this method has a high probability of working, but Depp, Edmundo Not sure if he cared about his own life or death.

Excluding all subjective factors, if he can't get them to quit drugs, then he really can only use the most extreme method, such as paying a lot of money to hire a few people to tie them up at home to force them to quit drugs, every day Regular and quantitative injection of nutrients, although very harmful to the body, is the most effective.

"Don't think about it, that's not something you can change." Leonardo, who was sitting in the back seat with Edmondo, said suddenly, "I entered Hollywood earlier than you, and the drug addicts I've seen Much more than you, I can only guarantee that I will not become like them, as for whether they can get back on track, it depends on whether they really want to do it."

The white-haired young man turned his head and looked over. Leonardo was looking out the window in a daze. The night lights flickered his shadow on the car window, and his golden hair seemed to have turned into a cool tone at this moment.Edmondo looked down from the other's side face and eyelashes, and landed on their intertwined fingers, and he suddenly smiled.

Leonardo looked back when he heard the laughter, then withdrew his hand instantly, and then turned around suddenly, as if he was going to stick himself against the car window, without even looking at Edmondo again.

"If you have time, you might as well think about the movie. I'm going to jump on the table tomorrow. The prop crew hasn't shown me the sword yet. You don't want me to wield a real, open-edged sword." Is the sword coming to perform?" Leonardo shifted the topic to the movie, "As well as the intimate scene you arranged, David and I have never rehearsed once, if you don't want us to reshoot those two scenes dozens of times If so, go back immediately."

The former reason is quite appropriate, while the latter is a bit far-fetched. No matter what time they go back tonight, it will not affect the arrangement a week later.

But he was right, Edmondo thought, those things had troubled him long enough, Rui Fan needed time to adjust himself, and he couldn't think of any help here.

So why doesn't he find something for himself to do.

So the whole crew became busy under the leadership of Edmondo. In the next week, they almost completed 80% of the shooting content. Some of the complex shots, such as the provocative clip of Rimbaud jumping on the table, were only shot twice. , If Leonardo hadn't accidentally knocked over a goblet, he could even pass it one by one.

More importantly, Leonardo's attitude towards him has changed significantly.

For example, he no longer focused on refusal and refutation, his gaze no longer shifted, and he did not pay so much attention to the so-called 'social distance'. In the second week, he even took the initiative to bring breakfast for Edmundo and told him to take care of his body.

……

In the middle of the scene, Rimbaud stabs Verlaine's palm with a table knife, and the camera zooms in on his handsome face.

"The only unbearable thing is that everything is bearable." The blond poet said coldly.

Following Verlaine's crying, Edmondo called to stop.

"CUT—keep still, I have to see if it works." He sat lazily in the director's chair, with his right ankle resting on the other knee, "It's perfect, next scene."

Then the staff began to clean up the scene under the guidance of the field manager, and Edmondo picked up the walkie-talkie to ask about the situation of another set. He was wearing a black baseball cap today, and most of his white hair was covered. Disobedient wisps rose from his ears, his breath was a little more athletic and pure than usual.

Just after the director communicated with the set and confirmed, Leonardo walked over from the camera, and he saw a plate on the small table next to Edmondo, on which was the breakfast he bought for him in the morning Well, the croissants were still exactly the same as when he took them out of the bakery, and Edmundo hadn't even touched them.Leonardo frowned slightly, looking at the director who was focusing on the safe frame of the scene.

"The croissant I brought you, you haven't eaten a bite, how many times is this?" He straightened the collar of his costume and asked dissatisfiedly, "You are more like a piece of paper than me, and at least I eat a lot of food." You are far superior to you. Do you have an eating disorder or something, do you want me to feed you before you are willing to eat something?"

Edmondo was still staring at the screen in front of him. "Go back to the previous minute," he instructed the cameraman, "play the 1th and 325th shots repeatedly."

The cameraman responded, and the clips just shot began to be repeated on the screen. Leonardo didn't have any complaints about such ignorance. The back of the hand resting lightly on the side of his face, the fingers that moved his lips subconsciously while thinking, and the light-colored eyelashes that seemed to quiver into his heart.

About 3 minutes later, after confirming that the shooting was correct, Edmondo took off his earphones and looked at Leonardo.

"I'm sorry, Leo, for wasting your heart, but what should I do, I really don't feel hungry in the morning." He reached out and ticked Leonardo's naturally drooping fingers, and smiled flatteringly at him Laughing, "But if you can hand feed me, I think my appetite will definitely come back."

The organs in Leonardo's chest throbbed twice. Half a month ago, he would have thought that Edmundo was unreasonable, but things are different now, since he was called 'little angel', since he realized I enjoyed being held by Edmondo to start, and things developed beyond his imagination.

The blond young actor took a deep breath, picked up the plate, and then slowly brought the croissant to Edmondo's mouth.

In order to restore his dignity as much as possible, he mocked awkwardly: "You are such a giant baby."

"Yes." Edmondo accepted the ridicule calmly, he took a bite of the croissant, looked up at Leonardo, and said with a long tail full of hints: "Then, please, you can take the responsibility of taking care of me huh, daddy—"

'This is simply a crime!There is no pardon! ' Leonardo screamed inwardly, 'You seductive||attractive bastard! '

He wanted to withdraw his arm, but Edmondo quickly grabbed the back of his hand. He watched the director take off his hat, and his white hair curled up messily around. He watched the white figure bow his head, Little by little, he swallowed the debris left on his hands into his stomach.

'This is crime. 'Leonardo confirmed it.

Compared to Leonardo's torment, Edmundo was enjoying it completely. He deliberately delayed the process very slowly, and managed to hear the other party's gradually unsteady breathing before it was about to end.So in the end, he added a step, nibbling Leonardo's fingertips with his canines, and promised to let the other party remember the touch of the tip of his tongue in this short two seconds.

After finishing all this, Edmundo raised his head and smiled: "If you want, you can come to my office during lunch time. I have a full two hours of free time."

Leonardo wasn't sure if he was blushing, he opened his mouth but made no sound.

He swallowed, and it took about half a minute before he recovered his vocal cords.

"it is good."

……

However, two hours did not make it to the step that Edmundo wanted. Leonardo was a novice, and he had to teach him step by step, starting with kissing.Leonardo's explanation for this is that he has never kissed a man, and Edmondo thinks this is a poor excuse.

In short, the process was very difficult. Edmondo wanted to give up at one point, but was dragged back by Leonardo's ankle in the next second.

"You said you could teach me," he gritted his teeth in his ear, "Thenteachme, now."

Edmondo had the feeling that he had dug a hole for himself and jumped in but couldn't get out. Teaching this was a physical effort, and his physical strength was not very good.Just like in a fight, Edmundo's invincibility time is only 10 minutes.

"You still have a shooting task in the afternoon, Leo, let's get here first, let's continue another day, okay?" He kissed Leonardo's mouth and tried to soften his attitude, "Maybe tomorrow, when we finish the last dozen or so After a shot is taken, then we can—”

Edmondo's proposal was ruthlessly rejected, and Leonardo turned him over.

The young actor helped the director see the wall clock on the wall: "You said that you have two hours of free time during the lunch break, and it's less than half of it. Sir, you don't want to run away, do you?"

Thankfully a knock on the door saved the day, and it was the assistant director.

"The producer came, he scolded everyone, and even clamored to see you."

Edmondo swore he had never been so thankful for that annoying producer for a moment.

"Don't worry, I'll be there right away." He said as he got up from the carpet, tidied himself up and walked out of the office, "Let's go."

He followed his assistant to the set, and Leonardo followed quietly, as if no one would know they had just been alone in the office for an hour.

As soon as he walked into the studio, Edmundo heard the producer's scolding. Seeing him coming, the producer finally shut up temporarily. Demondo came.

"Your progress is 20 days behind the report, and your team members are still lazy!" The producer complained to Edmondo, "You don't take our company seriously, The start time is a month late, we understand your so-called 'genius self-esteem', but you have to give us the same respect!"

Edmondo raised his eyebrows and retorted bluntly: "I don't think it's the so-called respect for you to come to the set and insult my employees at will. This is the shooting location and my territory. How can you have the face to mention it to me?" respect."

The producer's face became extremely ugly, but with his inadvertent glance, the red mark in the middle of Edmondo's collarbone was taken into his eyes, so the producer's expression became contemptuous||flowing.

"I know what you're doing, Edmondo." He said disdainfully, "Is it possible that you can only talk properly if you make your back feel good? Then, come with me, and I will teach you how to talk to you." boss to speak."

Edmondo gave him a smirk.

"Sorry, my aesthetics haven't fallen to this level." He said naturally, "And you are not my boss, we are at most a cooperative relationship. Go back and look at the contract, it says that I should finish it when I finish it." Finished, more than one day will be considered a breach of contract."

The producer glared at Edmundo, the laughter around him made him a little bit embarrassed, and what Edmundo said about the contract was damn right.

"Okay, okay, then I'll see if you can turn in the edited dailies by next week." He said savagely, "If you can't—"

Edmundo rolled his eyes and helped him complete the second half of the sentence: "If I can't hand in the sample, then I will give up all the salary for making this movie, and I will go to your bedroom in my own name. Now, don't Stop bothering me and go back to your office."

After the producer left, all the employees present applauded the director. The matter should have ended here, but at this moment, the second trouble of the day came.

Keanu Reeves hurried in from the door—

"Dudu, go and see Rui Fan quickly, his drug || addiction has turned into a physical one, he has a severe fever, but he just refuses to go to the hospital, and even handcuffs himself in the room!"