Recapture the Entertainment Industry

Mr. Stennis and his wife stood at the door to welcome guests, apparently the owner of the party. Being able to live in Don Manca Hills, obviously not an ordinary person, given the humble attitude of the arrogant Tommy Lee of Soleil to them, Rodin did not suddenly brush his presence, but simply did not make a mistake in greeting them.

Mr. and Mrs. Stennis did not notice him at first, and did not give Rodin much of a glimpse until he walked slowly to Rodin as he greeted them.

The tall man let go of his wife's hand and leaned over to Hubert and gave him a hug: "Good boy, are you used to living alone in China? ”

“That's my country.” Duan Shubo patted him on the back, hugged him and left, then he put on Rodin's shoulder and said, “With friends around, I'm busy filming, nothing wrong. ”

Mrs. Stennis, with a slight face, was moved: "Oh... good boy. Is that it?” She turned to Rodin.

Tommy Lee didn't seem to quite understand why he was so familiar with Shobo and the Stennis family, but when he heard about it, he reacted quickly: “His name was Rodin, and he was my friend. Like me, it's an actor. ”

“… oh…” Mrs. Stennis smiled, looking a little strange.

Duan Shubo went on to say, "He's also my good brother. ”

“Welcome.” Her smile was instantly passionate and her delicate eyes instantly disappeared, "Come in and wish you a pleasant evening. ”

Rodin also smiled, releasing a little charm and matching his handsome appearance made Mrs. Stennis faint for a moment: “I will. Thank you.”

Stennis looks back and sends Rodin away, looking at his back for a long time.

The man saw his wife faint and hit her on the shoulder slightly: “What's wrong? ”

“That young man was so handsome.” The mistress's mean five officials were much milder because of the laughter, “I thought he was Tommy's boyfriend. ”

“He wouldn't dare.” Speaking of Tommy Lee, Stennis' expression was a little careless, "he said, just a seemingly untamed child. Instead, Ike, who had more nerve to fight his father, said he had left and had not returned to Switzerland for five years. Not at all dependent on his father, but now he has a career of his own. ”

“Tommy's not that bad. ”

“Of course, Tommy is much more mature than the ones in our family.” After saying this, Stennis was a little upset to see his wife's expression and hurried to change the subject haha.

The villa is crowded with maids in black and white skirts to guide the entrance of the Rodin pedestrians. Duan Xiubo always held his head up in front of the chest and walked steadily and calmly. From time to time, people recognize him, and most people know only his identity as a movie star, naturally wondering why he appeared at the venue. But after seeing that the most heavily weighted big men on the field went to say hello to Duan Shubo, they wouldn't show any more doubts.

“Oh, little Ike, are you that tall already?” This is the famous venture capitalist, Old Harry, with his vintage pipe, giving Duan Shubo a hug and still harshly reprimanding his entourage at the last moment.

“Ike, you're here too!” This is Counsel Jack's wife, Susan, who is famously unknown.

Tommy Lee and Rodin, walking side by side with Duan Huebo, slowly progressed to a backward step. It was outrageous: “They ignored me! ”

Tommy Lee's father was a businessman who, despite his strong capital, was not likely to be cautious enough for these upperclassmen. Together with the Lee brothers, Tommy Lee didn't pull the tip or lag behind. He didn't have a sense of existence in the middle, and then went to the movies. Most adults in their careers treat him completely as a child who doesn't have to socialize.

Rodin didn't know how to comfort him, because even he was surprised by the good personality and visibility of Duan Shubo. Before looking at the form, Rodin managed to keep his mouth shut, but the purpose of Duan Shubo's feast today was to silence him.

“This is my good brother.” Faced with everyone asking about Rodin's past, he answered frankly by holding Rodin's shoulder.

The old gentlemen were very surprised that, although the attitude had become less obvious than the Stennis' shift, it was more important than before. The attitude of love and ignorance was broken after the willingness to talk, and Rodin, who was good at socializing, naturally had his way of impressing him.

Old Charlie pulled up a bottle of wine and walked around the corner with Duan Hubert. There seemed to be something he wanted to say to him privately. Before Rodin intellectually asked him to stay out of the way, he offered: "Duan, Tommy Lee and I went to the yard to get some air. ”

Duan Shubo grabbed his arm and stared deeply at him for a while. He looked at Old Charlie again, which said: “Be safe, I'll come to you later, don't follow anyone upstairs. ”

“Upstairs?” After Duan Shubo left, Rodin looked up and looked around. It was probably the preference of Europeans and Americans. The lobby of this house was built very high. From the second floor onwards, the room was built around the entire house in the shape of a house, with a carpeted corridor outside the door at a glance.

“What do you mean? ”

Tommy Lee finally looked a little relaxed after Duan Hubert left. The smile on his face was a little more tangible, and he pulled him towards the backyard: “Forgot the name of this party? ”

“What?” Rodin recalled, suddenly alarmed, "Supermodel? ”

The maid opened the door for guests walking to the door.

The pool in the backyard is sparkling, the light is bleak, the lights and the water waves intersect, and the shore is full of flavor.

It's all a beauty with a tall head and a demonic figure, meticulously trimmed with every hair of her own, skinny and beautiful, white reflections of most people's skin, and a small fraction of wheat or pure black. The sophisticated three-dimensional five officers and the appropriate makeup make them look like a painting in the night.

Rodin's identification of foreigners was not so precise, and after a while, he found out that several of his recognitions were supermodels that had passed the top international shows.

“...” Rodin turned to look at Tommy Lee, "Are they...? ”

“It's okay to be a reddish acquaintance, it's cannibal flowers. Don't get too far away from me.” Tommy Lee whispered to him the words were unclear, and then the smile on his face suddenly became unclear after seeing several people walking in front of him.

“Brother. ”

A man whose head was taller than he was slowly approaching.

This man's five officers are a little more westernized than Tommy Lee, probably inheriting a quarter of his blood, and he's handsome: “Little Tommy, everyone misses you. Is this...? ”

“My name is Rodin.” Rodin saw that Tommy Lee didn't really want to talk to each other, so he took the initiative to introduce himself.

No career, no background, no more detailed profile data, from the self-introduction of the equal class.

The other person's eyebrows were slightly picked, and the gaze of measurement fluttered over Rodin's face.

“Oh...” he laughed, holding the glass close to his mouth, his gaze obscured at the same time, "Hello. ”

Instead, the man's strange attitude made Rodin pinch not sure how to deal with it. At this time, Tommy Lee searched for his goal and nearly dragged Rodin to bid farewell to his brother.

As he walked, he pulled Rodin's wrist and introduced him in anger: "He's Dante Lee, the most annoying guy. ”

The name tells us that this guy and Tommy Lee are brothers, but the atmosphere was worse than that of strangers in the lobby.

The other side.

Old Charlie praised him from the bottom of his heart: "Your little brother is so funny, the most charming young man I've ever met.” The older he was at this age, the less topics he talked about with young people. Generation Trench is not unique in China. The topics and laughing points of the elderly are mostly uninteresting to young people. But just now he talked to Luo Ding a few words, but Old Shirley did not show up a few times throughout the year to laugh and show them all without stinging.

Duan Xiubao said with honor: “He is good anywhere, bad at not enough opportunities. ”

“I know, I know, I have several major brands in my name. Watches, fashion brands, I would invite him if I could.” Old Charlie, turn around. "How long has it been since you've spoken to your father? ”

“Not long." It's been almost six months, actually. "Why? ”

Old Charlie immediately heard that he was lying and sighed: “He had a wedding in Greece last week and everyone was there. I advised him not to be so ridiculous anymore, but he wouldn't listen.” Think about it, Old Charlie thinks that Duan Hubert probably doesn't understand, plus a previous summary, "Your new stepmother used to be a stripper. ”

Duan Xiubo's face was slightly smoked, and he didn't know how to react.

In fact, over the years he had become accustomed to it, including the first brief marriage with his mother, which lasted only a few years, and the father was never a man of love. He probably put all his responsibilities into his career, lacking the most basic attention to his wife and children. How many is this? Sixteen or fifteen? Duan Xiubo really can't count. A strong businesswoman, a prostitute, a white-collar, a widow, a tour guide, and even a maid in her own home, her father's peach blossoms bloom too much.

With the exception of some highly educated people who can discern the situation, most of the messy women used Shubo as their imaginary enemy when they were in love with him. It seemed certain that some fathers loved them as if they were life and would give them everything or their bloodline. From the very beginning, he would be intimidated by the aim of changing opponents every other cycle, and then completely ignoring these unidentified women, and Shubo spent his childhood thinking about how to escape from his own family. He then applied to stay in school until he turned sixteen and began to find another way to become independent, during which time the father did not have time to look at his son slightly from the woman's chest.

It wasn't until he really left that the old man could see that he was panicking. There was not necessarily a conversation in the past few months, and it has now become a call that comes on its own every few weeks. It's just a pity that Hubert doesn't want to get into too much trouble with him anymore.

He also knew, implicitly, that the father's transformation was not based on emotional consciousness, but purely because no wife had given him another blood line for so many years. Mother Duan hated this irresponsible man. Yu Shaotian grew up with Father Duan and even changed his surname. He will definitely not be associated with him in the future, and he will be old. When he gets older, he will always need children to take care of him.

This overly explicit relationship of interest, doped in affection, is really too disgusting.

Old Charlie understood where Duan Shubo's indifference to his father came from, and in fact, even in the eyes of their old friends, Duan Father did something really ridiculous. How many women willing to ignore his father's many or even a dozen failed marriages and marry him are fuel saving lights? But the father was always unjustifiably biased towards these women, and his attitude towards the neglect of Duan Shubo was really called old Charlie, who valued the children, had some confusion.

Old Charlie said, "But this time, I heard a bad news. ”

Duan Xiubo felt that there was nothing worse than this, and his attitude was very calm: “What? ”

“Your new stepmother.” Old Charlie frowned and looked disgusted, "as if she was pregnant. Believe me, we all laughed behind her back, but at the wedding, she said to your father herself that she had your father's children. ”

“…” Shubo was silent for a long time before waiting for the next one, "Oh. ”

“That's it?” Old Charlie stared, "Ike, she had your father's baby, which means I don't have to remind you anymore, right? ”

Duan Xiubo understood what he meant. His philosophy was never accepted by these old people, but he insisted on it himself: “I know, I know what you mean. It's all his. It's none of my business. ”

“You're his own son! ”

“He'll have more. ”

Old Charlie stared at him and suddenly turned his eyes tired: “I get it.” He patted Hubert's arm and exhorted, "Poor kid, you deserve a better life. ”

Duan Shubo often doesn't understand the way these people think. He is now wealthy, successful, young and handsome, physically fit and reasonably outnumbered most of the world's people, who, with a slight pity, appear to be a wretched grievance.

He's not pathetic anymore, and he's not that great. The stennis maid found him and told him that Mr. Duan had heard that he was on the phone and that Duan Shubo had not answered.

He was in a terrible mood after the conversation and needed to find comfort.

* * * *

Tommy Lee is not very popular. People in the entertainment industry are worried about his family background being humble to him, but in a circle of equal status, all preferences are much more evident.

His two brothers and one brother attended the party and had fun together, but only neglected him.

Good thing Tommy Lee has his own little circle. Seventy-eight youths, also in their twenties, with the same unconstrained eyes and the same untamed temperament, sat around and distinguished themselves from that group of orthodox youth factions.

They mix wine and then secretly share their stash with their peers, either heroin or less prominent marijuana.

Marijuana wasn't cool at all, and the young man who took it out got a little shriek.

Rodin frowned and found himself and their minds incompatible.

Middle two.

Yet his social methods never revealed the divide he knew, and the young people loved him because he had a wide range of insights and was always able to say something they didn't know. And this cold knowledge was written down so they could take it out and put it on the front door, so Rodin was invited to the center shortly after he sat down.

The young man's friendship came too fast. Everyone didn't taboo his existence at all. He showed him his stash with pride and sold it to him. “Taste it, you don't know how good it tastes. ”

Rodin stared at the white powder, frowned deeply and shook his head resolutely.

As a result of his refusal, the atmosphere became much colder.

Everyone exchanged their eyes and squeezed a strange look at him: “Elite, good boy, not like us...”

“Don't do that.” Rodin sees their sensitivity and doesn't want to offend them, but he still wants to persuade them to do what he can, "these things can't be thrown off when they get caught, and they affect the body. What good is there besides a brief pleasure? ”

Tommy Lee picked up the tin bag that the guy next to him handed him, and didn't agree with Rodin at all: “What you want is a brief moment of happiness. Do you still want it to be fit? ”

“Tommy.” Rodin grabbed Tommy Lee's hand and tried to dissuade him with his eyes.

Tommy Lee frowned impatiently: "I quit three times! Everybody's saying the same thing to you. You can quit. I quit already! Do you want it?”

“No, I'll just smoke.” I used to just nod with Tommy Lee, and now I know more, and Rodin suddenly realizes that he and the other person are not in the same category.

Different ways are not mutually beneficial, so we will have to cut back on our dealings in the future.

“There's no smoke here.” The young man who shared heroin with him obviously despised such a "cowardly” pie and laughed and fell on the couch.

Rodin refused to let go, he had seen too many artists ruined by drugs, and even if he was put on his head and neck, he would not allow himself to touch this harmful thing.

Guys, look at me. I'll look at you, including Tommy Lee, and the expression gets a little ugly.

The out-of-the-box young man probably couldn't stand the atmosphere, and stood up and said, "Okay, come on, everybody calm down. Ro, don't mind me, we're not always so nervous, just something...”

“I know, I know.” I'm afraid most of these young people have been in the same position as Tommy Lee since childhood, neglected, not good enough, becoming increasingly depraved in questionable voices and eyes, being particularly sensitive to objections and feeling frustrated with their dignity when they move.

There is no doubt that Rodin's refusal to respond to heroin made them feel despised. But they thought it was cool, in other words, too old for Rodin.

“I'll get you a cigarette.” There was nothing wrong with the look on Rodin's face when the young man was relieved and walked toward the house.

This corner is secluded enough for very few people to pass by, no police to patrol, and the elders will not show up. Young people have the feeling of wandering around in a bunch of heads, searching for a drifting fairy under the tiny flame of a lighter.

Luoding was a little confused. After taking the cigarette handed to him by the young man, he thought he couldn't sit down, and offered to go alone to get some air.

The demonic models met him alone and asked him his name with a smile. Rodin had room to swing around with them, received several perfumed business cards with phones on them, did not wait near the main house, and met up with a section of Hubo to find him.

Duan Shubo smiled, but the spirit really didn't get excited when he just entered the arena. Rodin found out.

“What's wrong with you? ”

Duan Huebo grabbed his arm and took him to a quiet corner. His voice was a little low: “Come with me. ”

Turning over the fountain, the villa had a small woodland, the two opened the dense bushes, heard male and female humming in the bushes, a helpless look deeper.

Duan Xiubo walked over and said: "My father is getting remarried. ”

“Your father?” They're speaking Chinese, Duan Shubo, such an official, emotionless name, makes Rodin feel subtle and wrong, “you're not happy? ”

“He's been remarried too many times, I thought I wouldn't care.” Duan Shubo stopped and stood against a large tree of his size, looking up through the dense shade to see the brilliance of the star dots in the sky. The familiar breath and smell beside him suddenly gave him an impulse to talk.

“Do you know how many times this is? I can't even count. At least 15 times, right? He's married at least fifteen times. ”

“…” Rodin did not know how to answer, and based on this message he presumably deduced, "Your father is not Chinese? ”

“He's Chinese, just not growing up in China.” Duan Shubo held Rodin's shoulder closer to him, and the two of them sat next to him, "I was born in Switzerland, studying with my nanny in the United States since I was seven years old, and I can't see him until about Christmas every year, and he doesn't care much about me. ”

Rodin patted him on the back: “You're better than me. ”

Duan Shubo sighed: “So I admire you, so young, alone in the entertainment world struggling on your own. The first movie I came out of was the one that Old Uncle Shirley, who seemed a little violent, helped me talk about, and I still appreciate them, and they gave me more care than my father did. ”

“I thought I was used to marrying him. Every Christmas I come back to Switzerland, the women around him are always different. Some broke up only during a relationship, some married and soon divorced, and these women asked me to call them moms, which I disagreed with. There are a few who would secretly retaliate against my disrespect for them, like pinching me or something. I told him that he never took it seriously, and when he questioned each other, he threw me behind his head as soon as he was delicate.” Duan Shubo turned his head against Rodin and complained naggingly, obviously he was still grieving, "I knew from then on that he couldn't rely on it. ”

Rodin patted him, this poor child, seeing so many face-to-face sets of mouth faces, fragile mind must be devastated.

The woods are silent and long, with bugs roaring in them.

Duan Shubo complained enough, finally recovered a little spirit, pulled Rodin up, he smiled somewhat embarrassed: “Sorry to make you listen to these things. ”

After getting acquainted, Rodin discovered that Shubo was really a very different person. His steadiness is like a natural mask, just like Rodin himself, and he can take it out whenever he needs it. However, privately, men still have small details of people his age, who can be vulnerable, proud, and angry when unhappy, and the closer they get to him, the more likely they are to be affected by his anger.

Too similar, Rodin felt like he saw another himself.

At least in the memory of a long time ago, his parents' love and care, Rodin suddenly felt a little happier than Big Hub, and he patted Hub's arm, softly consoling: “This is not garbage, I like listening to this. ”

The young man's eyes in the starlight were large and divine, and he stared at himself with some pity, soft and incredible.

So pure. Duan Huebo's heart was struck. At a moment, his heart beat slowly and became impatient, beating like a drum in his ear.

Long line of sight gradually began to subtle the atmosphere. Duan Huibo's voice was dry, slowly reaching over Rodin's face, and long fingers slid across each other's eyelids: “You...”

Rodin began to get unnamed nervous and the other finger slipped across his skin leaving a crisp, itchy mark. He almost enjoyed preparing to close his eyes, but the next second suddenly reacted, quickly resisting a shoulder where Hub was pressing lower and lower.

Duan Huibo's forehead was against him, his nostrils touched each other, his eyes tangled.

“Got a cigarette?” He said he urgently needed some channels to vent his mood.

Rodin pushed him away and stood still, pulling the cigarette case out of his pocket a few seconds later and handing it over: “I don't have a lighter. ”

“I do." Duan Shubo took the night color, unpacked the brand new box, and took out a cigarette to hold it in his mouth. The lighter shouted, in the remaining light of Rodin, the man's profound five officials reflected the flames extinguishing and jumping.

Duan Huibo was obviously extremely depressed, and took a hard sip through the still untapped flame.

Tobacco made a slight whisper.

The next second, Duan Hubo opened his eyes and coughed violently, clamping a lit cigarette between his fingers, bowing his upper back and not breathing.

Luo Ding was shocked, the embarrassment just swept away and hurried up to help him: “What's wrong with you!? ”

Duan Shubo pressed his chest and breathed hard. After half a day, he suddenly trembled, and his expression became strange: “What is this? ”

“Smoke!” Rodin took the truncated cigarette from his hand and burned in a hurry: “Are you all right? ”

“I smoked too fast.” Duan Shubo held his shoulder and slowly recovered to standing against the tree, closing his eyes to calm, "this cigarette was so special. ”

Rodin winks. It's amazing. Take a look at the cigarette box. Isn't that normal high-end cigarettes?

With a little thought of solving the problem, he approached Hubert and smoked half the cigarette and took a slow sip.

The smell of nicotine mixed with an unspeakable, crude scent that swept into the brain at an unprecedented rate, causing his heart to tuck into a single clump, causing his entire human nerve to collapse into a line.

Rodin felt the feeling that he couldn't breathe by pressing his chest just now. He pulled his strength away from his limbs. His feet were soft and he leaned against the tree next to Shubo. He resisted the trunk with his back dead, trying to resist that emotional aggression from the spirit.

The tight nerves relax without warning.

As if, in an instant, all the oppression had gone back as far as possible.

As on the shore of the tide, a sudden emptiness fell only halfway, and someone stepped on the cloud with his hand.

It's bright and colorful. Close your eyes. In the curtains - windmills, Ferris wheels, fireworks bursting, brilliant galaxies, mountain rivers, heavy rain. The first rainbow after the rain...

All the wonderful, weird, irresistible temptations.

Rodin shook his fingertips and tossed the cigarette to the ground.

“Fuck.” He hated yelling at his mother, "let the little bastards do the math. ”

Suddenly it was dark in front of him. In his slight eye crevice, Duan Huberg lowered his head and opened his arms to lock him between his chest and the trunk in an almost hegemonic position.

Luo Ding's intellect survived, but his mind drifted away. The hallucinations and realities in front of him alternated, making him confused about what year this evening was.

“Brother Duan...” It was clearly his own voice, and it was like a water screen, coming from the sky. He didn't know what to say next, he forgot.

He stared at Duan Hubo's eyes, and Duan Hubo also stared at him.

The head is getting closer.

“Brother Duan...” he whispered, his weak arm climbing to the other shoulder, holding, not knowing whether to push away or pull close.

The intense material reaction of marijuana invaded his five dirty hearts, shame, morality, social habits, like the bubble of the sunrise, one after the other on the surface of the sea, destroying, disappearing.

Duan Huibo approached a little, shortened the distance of his arm, and finally moved to Rodin's ear.

“Brother Duan...” This gentle shout struck deep into his soul. He touched the tip of his nose, felt his breath and went further.

“I'm here...”

At last, the lips were glued together in one of the most appropriate postures.

The breath became hot and both eyes closed implicitly.

Rapidly disappearing self-restraint, including Rodin, has led them to abandon the struggle for reason and instinct.

Almost as soon as the lips touch each other, the two flexible tongues are inextricably entangled together, like a hollow snake.

□ □ Hazardous to health, never try it by visitors!

520, the male god brews with the sauce of others.

Happy.

o (Thunder) o

Lord Yuko loves you, but Lord Yuko is happy.