[American Entertainment] Born to be passionate

Edmondo's troubles dissipated without a trace after getting off the plane. The reason is very simple. The Bonaparte family greeted him in a big formation at their private airport, with all kinds of luxury cars lined up on both sides. , and each car is equipped with a driver.He picked the one with the best appearance and got into the car. It had a lot of space, and there was a metal wine rack under it. Edmundo took out a bottle of red wine from it, opened it, and poured a glass for him and Rui Fan.

"This is life." He sighed, the car started, and slowly drove towards the destination. Edmondo put down his glass and knocked Ruifan with his elbow, "In order to live like this in the future, you have to teach Teach me how to act in a crying scene, Rui Fan."

"What do you mean?" Rui Fan turned to look at him and asked in confusion, "Why—"

"I have a prerequisite for inheriting the inheritance, which is to make my father feel relieved before he dies. I want to let him know that I once hated him but now I forgive him, so that he can go to see God with peace of mind." Edmund Do explained, "I'm a director, and I know what emotions to show, but you're the actor, and I need you to help me play it well."

Rui Fan nodded.

"But I'm not very experienced in crying scenes, and I haven't shot many scenes that meet your emotional requirements... But I can indeed tell you a few more practical methods." He straightened his sleeves and said, "First of all, don't Deliberately thinking about crying, trying to substitute into the environment and feel that emotion."

"I'm afraid that won't work. I don't have any feelings for the old man, so I can't substitute it." Edmondo shrugged, "Is there any other way?"

"Yes, but—I occasionally notice that I don't have that emotion in advance during shooting. I will write a letter to myself in the character's voice, and read it before shooting that day. It is very effective."

"Do you think I have time to write a letter to myself?" Edmundo gave the people around him a smirk, "Help me, Rui Fan, according to what you said, I might as well get out of the car and buy an onion. Come out and use it."

"I'm trying to help you, Dudu, but the time is too short. If you have to say it, onions are a good way." Rui Fan said seriously, "I know at the end, you can think about the times that made you sad Let yourself return to that emotional atmosphere.”

After hearing Rui Fan's words, Edmondo was silent, and then showed that rare sad expression.

"There is indeed such a thing, every time I think about it, it makes me sad to death, that feeling of all the internal organs shrinking together and wanting to vomit." He stared at the empty wine glass in front of him in a daze, "I made a Such a long dream, as long as 40 years, I dreamed that you died, and you died in the poisonous snake house."

Rui Fan didn't expect Edmundo's sad thing to be this, he looked at it complicatedly, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"I'm a bastard, I was partying while you were suffering, and when I saw you again, you were a corpse. They packed you up, put you in a suit, put you in a coffin, me and Ki Nu went to the funeral with me, but instead of a white rose, I brought a red rose because I couldn't believe you were dead and drunk, so they kicked me out to wait for your coffin After being buried and everyone gone, I was allowed to take a look at your tombstone—”

Edmundo's tone was normal, as if he was telling a story that happened, but that was what made people feel the most distressed. Rui Fan grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms.

"I'm right here, Dudu, I'm not dead." He whispered in his ear, "Don't be afraid, I'm still in front of you, you saved me, remember?"

Then Rui Fan held Edmondo's face, pressed his white head to his chest, let him listen to the real heartbeat, Rui Fan used this way to tell him that the dream was not real, he was right here, in the in front of him.

About 10 minutes later, Edmondo finally recovered. He withdrew from the center of Rui Fan's arm, and kept his bad mood until they reached their destination.

The destination was a manor, which was as magnificent as the Palace of Versailles. It took a quarter of an hour from entering the gate to bypassing the garden, and finally driving the car into the garage.The garden is surprisingly large, full of well-manicured flowers, and there are paths paved with cobblestones. Of course, it must be uncomfortable to walk on it, but it is really beautiful.

After getting out of the car, they followed the butler who had been waiting there to meet the lawyer. The lawyer confirmed Edmondo's identity, and then went through a long process of confirming the will. Did the car method work or was he really stuck in the painful memory, his face was almost as pale as his hair.

The lawyer took them to a room, which was large but also very dark. There was a medical bed in the center, and a thin and frail old man was lying on it. The old man was full of tubes, and there were countless testing machines beside him.

The lawyer walked to the bed: "He's here."

The old man's cloudy eyes were instantly lit up, and he raised his hand tremblingly and stretched out towards the door.

Before the lawyer could remind him, Edmondo rushed to the bed. He knelt there, holding the old man's withered hand with both hands. When he looked up, his face was full of tears.

"I'm sorry, Father, I'm late." He sobbed bitterly, "Please forgive me, I didn't mean to—"

Rui Fan watched everything at the door with complicated emotions.

He clearly knew that every apology from Edmundo was not for the old man in front of him but for himself, but he still felt guilty and guilty for what happened in the nightmare, even though it was not his fault at all.

It was amazing, Rui Fan looked at the back of Edmondo kneeling and crying, and suddenly felt that he didn't understand him at all.

It’s true that he loves him, but what he loves is the part he showed, the focus when facing the movie he loves, the happiness when facing friends, and the carelessness in dealing with feelings, how much is he never seen before?

This thought aroused a strong reaction in Rui Fan's heart.

He wants to know everything about Edmondo, wants him to call him by his name more, wants to be deeply intertwined with him, like yarn on a ball of yarn, he longs to open up to himself, face to face , breathe together.

While River Phoenix was in a daze, the machine in the house sounded an alarm, and Edmondo said his final goodbyes to the old man.

Two minutes later, the old man on the bed was pronounced dead.

Rui Fan thought, this should be the end.

At the same time, Edmundo's crying stopped abruptly. He stood up in front of everyone's eyes, shook his numb limbs, wiped away his tears, and looked at the lawyer waiting beside him from the corner of his eyes.

"Now we should talk about the inheritance, sir." He said with a smile. "Tell me how much money I inherited from the old man."

Rui Fan couldn't help opening his eyes wide in surprise, Edmondo's mood changed unexpectedly quickly.

The lawyer spread out the contract and will in his hand and handed it to Edmondo.

"Sign here." He pointed to several places professionally, and after Edmundo signed all of them, he put on a professional smile: "From now on, the property of Lord Bonaparte is yours, A total of 53 billion euros in assets, including the estate under our feet and real estate around the world."

Edmondo turned around and gave Rui Fan a 'See! ', and Rui Fan returned his slightly frightened (eyes)

Who is the real actor in this room, Rui Fan thought, if it is a performance, it is totally worthy of a best actor trophy, Edmondo's emotional transformation is too smooth, he, the best actor in Venice, will sigh for it .

But—Edmundo's pain just now was too real, he couldn't be sure what happened in the process at all, Edmundo's feelings were somewhat real and somewhat acted out.

"Listen to me, don't change your career to become an actor." Rui Fan joked with difficulty, "Otherwise I'm afraid that you will snatch my Best Actor trophy away from me someday."

"Maybe in the future, who knows for sure." Edmundo resumed his original frivolous attitude, took out his sunglasses from his pocket and put them on, "Let's go, little Phoenix, let's go—spend money hard!"

……

They played until very late, most of the time it was Rui Fan who accompanied Edmundo to wherever he wanted to go and to do whatever he wanted to do.For example, buy everything in a luxury store, and then give it to passers-by on the street, or go to a secluded alley to disturb those artists who are graffiti on the wall.

Night in France is not safe, but under the escort of dozens of professional bodyguards, they traveled unimpeded.

It was already early in the morning when they returned to the manor. Under the leadership of the butler, they went to their respective rooms.Edmundo didn't look carefully, but all the furniture and furnishings in this room must have cost a lot of money.

After he took a comfortable bath with the rose petals he brought back, Edmundo was about to call Anderson and tell him what happened today, but for no reason, he began to feel sleepy.

In a daze, Edmondo fell asleep on the big soft bed. He had a dream. In the dream, he came to a very dark place. There was a seat in the middle, like the throne of a medieval king, and a man was sitting on it. A man with long black hair and black eyes, he shook his wine glass impatiently.

"You kept me waiting too long, boy. In fact, you are the first human to keep me waiting." The man said, his voice was like poison, mellow and full of temptation, "I came to teach you , you have to learn to enjoy yourself, my child. God created your perfect body just for you to |seek|joy|make|joy, and I will teach you the right way."

"And—don't let me down, don't let me lose, I didn't send you back to witness my failure."

Edmondo nodded blankly, as if he had lost the ability to refute and resist in this space, and could not think as usual. He looked up, and the man was walking towards him, with a pair of black wings behind him .Then the man held his chin, as if bestowing a gift.

"You can call me a devil." The man's thumb brushed Edmondo's lower lip. "Now let's go to the first lesson: open your mouth, your throat needs to adapt, and, don't use your teeth."

After 40 minutes, he finished his second session.

No, it should be said that his dream ended.

It was a dream that was too hot, and it was also a very real dream, so real that when Edmundo woke up, he subconsciously lifted the quilt to check himself, but the dream was just a dream.

In the dream he was exhausted, but in reality he was relaxed and his pajamas were intact.

Edmundo rolled his eyes at the air, he didn't realize that his vacant window period has been long enough to stimulate his brain to have that kind of dream, it's really bad.Recalling the scene in the dream just now, the face of the long-haired man can no longer be clearly remembered, but the movements and postures are still imprinted in his mind.

He decides to entertain himself and luckily the cupboard has everything he needs including essentials.

……

Rui Fan is very worried now.

Edmondo slept for nearly 22 hours, except that he went downstairs to eat something like a ghost in the middle, and stayed in the room for the rest of the time without seeing anyone.

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Rui Fan's worry reached its peak, and he came to Edmondo's door to find out what happened.

However, before he could knock on the door, the door opened by itself, and he frowned and walked in with doubts.

When River-Phoenix saw what was happening in the room, he felt his heart stop.

"All?"