[American Entertainment] Born to be passionate

Edmondo was lying on the quilt like a cub curled up in its mother's arms. Anyone who saw him at first glance would think that he was sick, and a serious illness at that.

"Are you okay, Dudu?" Rui Fan eagerly stepped forward to ask, "Do you have a fever?"

But things were not at all what he thought.

Rui Fan panicked, he took a step back.

The next moment | rippling blue eyes opened.

"Dudu, you—"

He wanted to apologize, breaking through this kind of scene was not what he expected, and as it should be, Rui Fan's brain didn't know what to do.

At this time Edmund moved a lot, he got up and sat on the side, put on his pajamas and raised his head to look directly into Rui Fan's eyes.

"As you can see." The sea monster bewitched with a cheerful tone, "Why don't you go?"

Rui Fan thinks that Edmondo did it on purpose, his throat is tight now, and he urgently needs two glasses of cold water with ice to cool down.

"Have you been drinking, Dudu?" He lowered his voice and asked in a coaxing tone to his younger siblings, while searching the room for possible causes of Edmundo's current situation, such as whiskey.

But he failed. There was only a lamp, a photo frame, and a few small squares beside the bed.

"No, I just want to do it suddenly." Edmondo replied lightly, "Look at what I found: edible high-end goods."

As he spoke, he took out a small jar and showed it to Rui Fan, which contained something like aloe vera gel.

Soon, Rui Fan noticed that Edmundo's eyes turned to him.

"Come here, little phoenix—" Edmondo dragged out the ending and blurred every word, "Maybe I really have a fever and need treatment."

Rui Fan looked at Edmundo without saying a word, and after a few seconds, he stepped back with great strides until he reached the door of the room.

With a 'click', the door was locked by him.

Rui Fan is not an ascetic monk, on the contrary, influenced by his family, he is more like a hippie.

So in this regard, he has always been open-minded.

Burning green eyes meet blue ones.

"That's what you said, don't go back on your word then."

……

Edmundo didn't regret it, Rui Fan did.

Of course, some sense of regret.

"I don't think I should let you be on it. Look, my chin is red when you pinch it." Rui Fan said briskly, with the joy of after-the-fact, he propped himself on the sink and looked at his mandible in the mirror, "although I haven't been in a lot of relationships, but at least I know it's rare."

"Then you'd better get used to this, if you still want to continue, my dear Rio (the nickname for Rui Fan in Spanish)." Edmondo walked in slowly wearing only a shirt that covered his thighs, he opened the The faucet sat on the edge of the bath to adjust the water temperature, and this action exposed a large area of ​​his skin, "By the way - that's your fault, if you did that when I first emphasized that you should push hard, why should I Pinch you."

His ending sound was curly, and there was a lazy atmosphere in the air. The pool was large enough to accommodate 8 or 9 adult men. Edmondo got half a bottle of shower gel into it, and bubbles formed on the water.

"Don't say that, Dudu, I just don't want you to get hurt." Rui Fan walked over and kissed him on the forehead, "And I didn't mean anything else, in fact, I felt a lot when you did that, maybe next time Let's try something else this time."

"Come on." Edmondo showed a lack of interest, and he put the little yellow duck into the water, "I thought you, a hippie, would spend more time playing, but no, you are like a grandpa, I suspect Wouldn't you only use missionaries if I didn't ask you to do it?"

"Grandpa?" Rui Fan narrowed his eyes, "Who do you think is like a grandpa, who can only use missionaries?"

"Who just fell asleep, I'm talking about who," Edmondo looked at him with raised eyebrows, and then suddenly scooped up a handful of water and poured it at Rui Fan, "How are you doing now, are you more awake? Is it to yourself? There is a clearer understanding."

Rui Fan wiped off the drops of water on his face.

"Very well, Edmundo Moreira, since you said that, let's verify again, who does not have a clear understanding of himself."

[after half an hour]

The two came out of the bathroom and had an afterthought.

This is just delivered by the butler 2 minutes ago, including several authentic French dishes and an American pizza. The polite old gentleman has served Mr. Bonaparte for 50 years. He is well-informed and very knowledgeable. sense of proportion.

Edmondo sat on the chair backwards, with his legs dangling on the back of the chair, revealing his master's current good mood.

"I decided to blacklist baths, swimming pools and all places filled with water. I really don't feel it." He stuffed the last piece of pizza into his mouth and asked, "What do you think, Rui Fan, According to your experience, where is the worst place?"

"Worst?" Rui Fan thought for a while holding half a bowl of creamy mushroom soup, "Maybe it's in the car, you know, I can't straighten up."

"I think it's okay in the car, as long as it's not the trunk, it's still very comfortable and has a strong atmosphere." Edmundo bit his finger and said, "But I haven't tried it with a man in the car, maybe I can try— —”

Rui Fan's eyes darkened, and just before he was about to make a suggestion, there was a knock on the door.

It was the butler's voice.

"Master, there is a Mr. Anderson looking for you, may I have to put the phone in?"

Edmondo went to answer the door.

"Please take it to the room."

So Rui Fan's words swirled in his mouth, and he swallowed them back.

The Venice Film King took a sip of soup to cover up his emotions. He was not in a hurry, and we will talk about the matter in the car later.

……

The phone was answered in the room, and Edmondo and Anderson chatted, excitedly telling how much he had inherited.

He was still wearing only a shirt, which would cover his straight and slender white legs, and in accordance with the Brazilian tradition, his body hair was completely shaved.

"—Rui Fan? No, he hasn't committed any drug addiction yet."

During the phone conversation, he refused to stay where he was, and leaned against the table like a boneless man, while wrapping his fingers around the phone wire, with the hem of his shirt hanging on his straight buttocks, his body curves were clearly visible.

Like an invitation.

River-Phoenix thought, this is a rare vacation, no family, no job, no flash lights and paparazzi, just him and Edmondo, and they are in France, the country known for romance and freedom, so it should be Do something dirty || obscene and romantic without thinking.

So the blond hippie chose to accept the invitation. He put down the food and walked towards Edmondo, and then wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, with his chin just stuck in his neck.

"--I just think--"

There was a momentary pause in Edmondo's words, and soon he and Anderson continued the conversation, but his heart had already flown to Rui Fan.He tilted his head and clamped the microphone around his neck, then turned to face the blond actor face to face, and then jumped onto the table and sat on the table while pressing the other's shoulder.

"I still prefer face to face," he said to Rui Fan in a low voice, "What do you think?"

The voice passed through the microphone into Anderson's ears. He was taken aback, thinking that Edmondo was talking to him: "Do you want me to fly to France to talk to you, Dudu?"

"No, I didn't talk about you, Andy." Edmondo laughed softly, "I was talking about you, Little Phoenix—don't wait, go ahead."

Twenty minutes later, Anderson hung up the phone with a dark face.

It's all the fault of technology, my friend and manager thought dejectedly, why make the microphone so sensitive that any voice on the other end of the phone can be clearly heard.

……

"It's nothing important, don't worry, your home is fine, Joaquin called, and he's worried about you." Edmundo snatched the unfinished half cigarette from Rui Fan's mouth and took a puff, "Do you want to give him one back?"

"Not yet." Rui Fan replied simply, he had made his choice, "That's it, it's good."

Edmondo appreciated his decisiveness, so he returned the cigarette butt|butt to him.

The two sat comfortably on the blanket on the window sill. Looking from a distance, the two figures, one golden and one white, covered in water vapor looked like two cats nesting together.

No one spoke anymore, and a warm atmosphere surrounded them.

After a while, Edmundo yawned, looked up at the time, and then came out of Rui Fan's arms.

"I'm going to the studio tomorrow, the contract is signed, and there's still one and a half months to start shooting, but the director hasn't shown up yet." He said as he changed into his pajamas, "You can sleep a little longer, Keanu is coming at noon , Anderson said that he finished filming his "Speed", I will send someone to pick him up at noon, then you can introduce him to the manor, I may not come back at night, you can go wherever you want, the money is on my head superior."

Edmondo explained the matter with sleepiness, and Rui Fan could barely keep his eyes open. They had a quick one last time before going to bed, and then they turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Rui Fan brought his beautiful vision into the dream, and it was the first time in almost two years that he felt the existence of the beautiful dream.

……

At 9:[-] the next morning, Edmondo refused the breakfast offered by the manor chef, and chose the most conspicuous red Ferrari to drive to the set.

low key?He will not keep a low profile. Having money and not showing off is more painful to him than not having money.

As for that movie, "Total Eclipse of the Heart", Edmondo could have delayed it longer, the film company originally asked him to direct in the name of Rui Fan-Phoenix, but now Rui Fan has withdrawn due to his physical condition, Then he also has a reason to play his temper and terminate the contract. The liquidated damages are not worth mentioning to him who is now worth billions.

But he decided to continue directing.

After all, the newcomer was also recommended by him, Leonardo DiCaprio, and Edmundo read each other's name silently in his heart. He had the impression that they didn't have many opportunities to cooperate in their previous life, but he clearly remembered that the other party It is indeed a good skin, especially in "Titanic", when Jack turned around from the stairs, Edmondo, who was watching a movie with his girlfriend at the time, looked straight at it.

It is now the end of 1993, and Leonardo has not yet turned into the ghost he will be in the future. How could Edmondo give up this opportunity?

But first, he has problems to solve.

Like reading a script or something.

Edmondo does not have a photographic memory. He has forgotten all the films he directed 40 years ago. So when he arrived at the set, he first asked his assistant for a script and the storyboard he drew himself. Read up in the make-up cart.As the plot progressed, memories about the movie gradually emerged, and the images flashed before his eyes frame by frame.

After all, it has been directed before, and it is not difficult to pick it up again.

When the administrator of the costume team was chattering and led one of the leading actors into the makeup van, Edmondo just sorted out the whole plot and the storyboard. He looked up and bumped into another pair of different blue eyes.

"Good morning, both of you." He said with a smile, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Leonardo took a few steps to the side unnaturally, turned his head away from looking at Edmondo, and the administrator of the clothing team complained loudly with a thick French accent as if he didn't notice the atmosphere was wrong.

"This guy broke a prop scarf that I found after traveling all over France. I told him not to use too much force, but to tie it gently. I was worried that he would not understand and made a special gesture. As a result, he slapped the scarf at the first touch. The scarf was torn in two!" He complained dissatisfiedly, "This is your order from the director, it must be of that color and texture, it's fine now—what should we do?"

Leonardo couldn't understand the French accent, but at least he could understand the meaning of the complaint. He frowned, held the torn scarf in his hand and looked at the director.

"I didn't do it on purpose. This little thing is very fragile, and it will break if you touch it. And the gesture he gave me, didn't it mean that I should tie it hard." He defended himself, "It's not my fault, but I If you are willing to take corresponding responsibilities, I can buy another scarf for you.”

The Frenchman knew English, he gave Leonardo a disdainful smile, and cursed some French swear words.

"I don't think it's a big deal." Edmondo put down the script and the storyboard and walked towards Leonardo. He took the poor scarf from him, and then put the cuts together, "We Sew it to make it look old, Rimbaud is a poor poet, his clothes should be in tatters, and a sewn neckerchief is quite normal for him."

Leonardo frowned: "But he is going to see Verlaine, the famous poet he admires—"

"That's why he took out his best clothes and put them on. Unfortunately, his best clothes are just an old woolen coat and a mended scarf." The fragments were handed over to the clothing management, and they smoothly switched to French, "That's it, thanks for your hard work."

The director spoke, but the man in charge of the costume didn't say anything else. He left the makeup car with a scarf, and now Edmondo and Leonardo were left.

"Sit down." He turned around and found a chair, "Want to tell me how those French men squeezed you out."

Edmondo is very keen. Combining the memories of his previous life, he easily judged Leonardo's current situation, so he planned to do what a director should do—to enlighten his actors.

Leonardo's brows furrowed even tighter. He opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly his eyes flickered to see what he had seen. He swallowed the words that reached his mouth and replaced them with a new sentence.

"You have—" He looked over complicatedly, and pointed to the side of his neck, "You have a little—"

Edmundo raised his eyebrows, and picked up a small mirror from the table.

Looking in the mirror, he noticed a clear tooth mark where his jaw joined his neck.

Tsk, it must have been made in the last time, he thought, yesterday was the last time Rui Fan experienced a superior position.

So Edmondo shrugged, not trying to hide it.

"Well, what can I say." He smiled ambiguously at Leonardo, "Phoenixes can also bite, now you know."

Immediately afterwards, the white-haired director changed his posture and sat on the chair, and then opened the neckline.

"Speaking of which—do you want one too?"