Huayu: I'm reborn, but you still force me to be a scumbag?

Chapter 596 Your Name
"You seem to be in a good mood today? Did the shoot go smoothly?"

Ayase Haruka, holding a spoon, ate the cake he had brought back in small bites, and suddenly asked a question.

Chen Nuo smiled.

He was indeed in a good mood; you could say he had a smile on his face the whole way back, and the sweetness in his heart was almost as great as the black truffle cake that Gulnazar bought.

He was in the studio before, looking at the teleprompter under the camera, reciting his lines and performing with deep emotion. Although he only imitated one-tenth of Teacher Zhao's feeling, the Americans, who had never watched the news broadcast since childhood, couldn't stand it. They were all stunned and had tears in their eyes.

Although Quentin racked his brains for a long time and couldn't make up his mind, he asked him to record another regular version, saying that when it was filmed, the footage would be compared with the original footage during post-production.

But... he was still somewhat smug.

After all, this was a method he came up with himself, without any prior experience or guidance from others.

Many of the women from his past life actually called him a brainless vase, which turns out to be ridiculous!
He asked in Chinese, "When you traveled to China before, did you watch any of our TV programs?"

Haruka Ayase nodded and replied in Chinese, "Hi, yes, I often watch TV in hotels."

Have you ever watched Animal World?

"No, but I've seen the Condor Heroes that you acted in, Chen Jun. It was really good. I still have a DVD set that I bought in China at home."

Has The Return of the Condor Heroes been released on DVD?
Chen Nuo couldn't figure it out either, but regardless of whether he had given any money or not, Zhang Jizhong had never given him a single penny.

However, as they talked, he suddenly thought of someone, and a feeling of longing arose in his heart.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.

Was he being too cold to Xiao Liu?

After all, they are in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, shouldn't he show more concern?
However, it's inevitable that feelings will fade when people are separated for a long time and busy with their own lives.

Perhaps after filming this time, we can stay in China for a while and take Xiao Liu on a trip to relax. Firstly, it might help her condition, and secondly, we can take advantage of the fact that in this era, before the commercial tide and the internet celebrity craze have swallowed up all the mountains and rivers, to see the beautiful landscapes of our motherland.

Of course, if in the end their relationship truly has run its course, then he can have a clear conscience.

Although Ayase Haruka had never seen "Animal World," which thwarted his plan to show off, Chen Nuo did not switch back to English or Japanese, but continued to chat with her in Chinese.

From practicing acting together during the day to having heart-to-heart talks at night, over this period of time, he had gradually figured out the Japanese woman's personality—outwardly gentle, but inwardly possessing a strong sense of pride, unlike Yui Aragaki, whom he felt truly had a carefree and unassuming nature. It's no wonder that ten years later, the two, who were once evenly matched, have gradually begun to show signs of unequal power.

Just like before when people said her acting was terrible, she was willing to kneel down to prove them wrong. It's the same now; she keeps saying that Chinese is hard to learn, but there's a hint of smugness in her voice, as if she's saying, "Although it's difficult, I'm doing quite well."

This made Chen Nuo a little unhappy.

He wanted to test her with some classical Chinese or idioms, but his own cultural level was limited; he barely passed the Chinese exam in the college entrance examination, so he couldn't think of many words, and he missed several questions.

Just before going to sleep, he suddenly remembered a Chinese language question he had seen in his past life, and asked, "Do you know what 'It's raining because I touched my temples' means?"

“Ah…” Ayase Haruka repeated, confused, “Isn’t that just nonsense?”

"Can't understand?"

"Uh... I don't understand. What does it mean, Mr. Chen?" The woman's voice softened, and she asked somewhat guiltily, "Can you tell me?"

Chen Nuo was satisfied and said calmly, "No, think for yourself."

After saying that, he turned over and fell asleep contentedly.

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……

At dusk, the setting sun was like blood.

A group of people on horseback, wearing white hoods, moved slowly along a path through the woods. The white cloths only revealed their eyes and mouths, making them look eerily like a group of ghosts. In the center of their circle were a dozen or so naked black slaves chained together.

Suddenly, a little black girl riding a horse and dressed in cowboy clothes appeared in front of us, blocking the middle of the road.

Quvenzani shrieked, "Spike brothers, I have a question for you. Where is that Chinese woman you captured before?"

The masked men looked at each other, then burst into laughter.

One of them, carrying a double-barreled shotgun, rode forward and laughed, "Who are you?"

A flash of deep-seated hatred crossed Quivenzani's eyes as she shouted sharply, "Are you Dick Spike or Ace Spike? Tell me where she is! Tell me, and I'll let you go!"

"Hahahaha—" A burst of laughter rang out.

The masked man in the lead said sarcastically, "How do you plan to stop us? With your broken little gun that can't even kill a chicken?"

The others behind him chimed in, "This little black girl is so cute, I can't wait to knock her teeth out."

"Look, this is what the Northerners wanted—these damned slaves have forgotten who they are."

“Dick, I like her too. Tell your brother I’m going to buy her and take her back to breed with my dog.”

"Haha, Bob, you're disgusting."

"I'm not kidding, this is my favorite show."

Quvenzani coughed up a mouthful of phlegm and spat it heavily on the ground: "You damned KKK, all of you die! When you get home, you'll find that your wives are sleeping with black men, and your descendants are all black! —Fuck you!"

Before she could finish speaking, she drew her gun and fired.

Gunshots rang out in the woods. Though they missed, they were enough to ignite the fury of a group of fools.

Several masked men spurred their horses and gave chase.

That's right—in Quentin Tarantino's movies, the villains and extras are almost all brainless, which continues his consistent "feel-good" logic.

Quvenzani rode a plastic horse in front of a green screen, its body bobbing up and down on mechanical devices, with protective padding on both sides. She looked tense, glancing back as if a group of KKK members were truly chasing her.

The stunt performers chasing her actually rode horses through real forests—dangerous, repetitive, and realistic filming lasted for several hours.

Soon, the camera cuts to a straight road. The little girl suddenly lowers her body, pressing herself tightly against the horse's back.

With a "whoosh," she swept past the camera.

But the people behind her weren't so lucky.

In the close-up shot, a thin rope lies taut between two thick tree trunks.

Immediately afterwards, one figure after another crashed into it, falling to the ground with screams.

One, two, three.

It wasn't until the fourth person reined in the horse, turned to the side, and let out a long breath.

boom!
There was a gunshot.

A small hole burst open in his chest.

The man looked down and saw that the blood bag used for filming had burst—a bag of $50 professional color-correcting blood was gushing out as if it were free.

Two seconds later, the burly man fell off the horse as if a mountain of gold and a jade pillar had collapsed.

The two men behind them hurriedly reined in their horses and raised their guns to fight back.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Chen Nuo, holding a Lanscat repeating rifle, pulled the trigger expressionlessly.

Perhaps Quentin was short on budget this time; he could get headshots with a pistol before, but this time the rifle only managed to leave a few bloody holes. After a series of shots, the two men on horseback, who hadn't even reacted yet, fell to the ground along with their horses.

Chen Nuo, carrying a rifle, emerged from the shadows of the woods.

The afterglow of the setting sun mingled with the smoke of gunpowder, casting his face in a half-light, half-shadow, like the Grim Reaper who had just emerged from hell.

There were three men groaning on the ground.

One of them, who was less seriously injured, twitched his fingers slightly as he saw Chen Nuo come out, wanting to touch the double-barreled shotgun that had fallen to the side.

Just listen to a crisp sound of "pop".

Quentin Tarantino didn't cut corners any further; the hand exploded completely in the special effects shot, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and the white bone fragments and shredded flesh clearly visible in the firelight.

The man let out a scream: "Ah—!"

But before he could shout a second time, another gunshot rang out.

His head snapped back as if struck by a hammer, splattering brain matter and fake blood all over the ground.

At this moment, the rifle in Chen Nuo's hand was almost hit with the power of a grenade launcher.

Anyway, after this display of force, the remaining two masked men were completely too intimidated to make a move.

Chen Nuo slowly walked over, looked down at the two of them, reached out and removed their masks, and asked calmly, "Which of you is Spike?" "Him."

"he!"

The two men pointed almost simultaneously to the headless corpse on the ground.

Chen Nuo's face immediately darkened.

At this moment, Quvenzani rode back.

She glanced at the bloodstains and corpses on the ground, paused for a few seconds, and then whispered, "Father, there are two more people behind, one of them is Ace Spike."

Chen Nuo breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and said, "You stay here and watch them. If they dare to make a move—shoot them in the face."

After saying that, he bent down, picked up all the guns from the ground, placed them on the horse's back, mounted the horse, and galloped away.

Once Chen Nuo's figure disappeared into the woods, the two surviving strong men immediately grasped at a straw and began to beg for mercy from Kuvenzani.

"Please, little one, let us go!" one of them pleaded, his voice trembling with tears. "I...I swear I'll never do it again! I have an elderly mother waiting for me to come home!"

Another person also burst into tears, "Yes, my son is still at home, he's only five years old! Please, have mercy on us, for God's sake, let us go. Without me, he won't survive this winter."

Quvenzani's young face was filled with hesitation and struggle, and her finger trembled slightly on the trigger.

But seeing the fear and pleading on the two men's faces, she bit her lip, her eyes flickering, and finally slowly lowered the gun in her hand, coldly saying, "Get out."

The two masked men practically tumbled and crawled into the woods, disappearing into the night.

If this were truly the real world, Chen Nuo would be absolutely furious—the prisoner he had painstakingly planned and prepared for over many days was so easily released by Quvenzani. Not only was it like letting a tiger return to the mountains, but it could also leak information and ruin everything. Seriously, he might die of anger on the spot.

But at that moment, when he returned to the scene leading a prisoner with a bruised and swollen face and another missing an arm, he discovered that two people were missing, and the little girl stammered and was too guilty to look up.
He simply gave her a meaningful look, sighed, and shook his head.

Yeah, what could he possibly say in the movie?

After all, this is an American movie. No matter what Quentin Tarantino does, he has to be careful. Even in the world of adult violence and gore, underage characters still need to be protected. It would be too unseemly to have a 10-year-old girl killing prisoners on screen.

So, I guess I'll just leave.

It's just that at the end of the movie, these two extras will suddenly appear and shoot him, nothing serious.

Right now, finding his wife is the most important thing.

The subsequent interrogation unfolded in the woods inside the photography studio.

In the script, Sean captures the younger of the Spike brothers, Ace Spike, alive. Thus begins a violent and oppressive interrogation.

Amidst the flickering firelight and chilling sweat, Ace Spike was tied to a tree trunk, his face smeared with mud and blood. The makeup artist's special effects made his face swell up like a pig's head, almost unrecognizable.

She was sold to the Candy Plantation.

He spat out a mouthful of phlegm streaked with blood, grinned, and said, "The owner there, Calvin Candy, has recently become very interested in everything from China."

"Candy Manor? What kind of place is that?" Chen Nuo asked calmly.

Ace Spike let out a low chuckle: "I think you can ask this little black guy about that."

Chen Nuo turned his head.

Quvenzani's face looked extremely pale in the firelight. She bit her lip, glanced cautiously at Chen Nuo, and whispered, "Yes, I know... My parents told me before that it's hell."

Chen Nuo clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes as gloomy as the perpetual fog over the Ailao Mountains.

“Hell?” he murmured repeatedly.

Beside him, Ace Spike suddenly burst into laughter, “Candy Plantation—the biggest plantation in Mississippi! It belongs to that madman Calvin Candy!”

He looked up, his voice hoarse yet tinged with a hint of glee. “Calvin Candy does everything. The Northerners can’t do anything about him because their general is with him, and they need his men to build the railroads. So, Sugar Plantation has every illicit business you can imagine: underground slave fighting, bootlegging, drug trafficking, and—”

He licked his lips, revealing a set of teeth stained red with fake blood. "—Brothels. The women there, regardless of race, are all commodities. Even dogs live with more dignity than them. Hahahahahaha..."

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……

Ayase Haruka curled up in the closet once again.

His whole body was tightly bound by ropes.

Her head drooped slightly, and a black eye patch covered her eyes, plunging her into complete darkness.

Her long hair cascaded down her snow-white shoulders and back like a waterfall, and her naked body was bound by ropes that created beautiful curves in the cramped space.

The supple, thin rope, like an artist's lines, wrapped around every inch of her skin, starting from her slender ankles, winding up her taut calves and rounded thighs, until it reached her waist, which could be encircled by a single hand, all of which was slightly concave. Her full breasts, with her arms tied behind her back, appeared even higher and more prominent, and her snow-white skin glowed with an alluring blush against the darkness.

Compared to the crude technique used more than 20 days ago, there is no doubt that the rope technique used now has a certain artistic quality.

Similarly, compared to before, Ayase Haruka's resistance and shame have weakened, replaced by a numbness and acceptance of her own situation.

She no longer seems to be the most popular new generation actress in Japan, but has completely immersed herself in the role—a slave stripped of her dignity and who could be treated as a commodity at any time.

Every day, whether curled up in the closet like this or suspended upright by ropes, when she recalled the script's description of women in Candy Farm being treated like commodities, she felt as if she had been transported there and become one of those commodities.

Only when she heard the familiar sound of a key turning outside, and heard the cool night breeze as he pushed open the door, did the immense joy, like being redeemed, surge up from the depths of her heart and pull her out of the abyss.

That was her only hope, the moment she looked forward to most each day. Like a prisoner waiting for the light in the darkness, only when she heard his footsteps could her tense nerves completely relax and she feel an indescribable happiness and sense of security.

But today, that moment has been delayed.

She didn't know how much time had passed, because it was difficult to perceive the exact passage of time in the darkness.

She could only feel her lips becoming increasingly dry and cracked from not drinking much water, and her stomach beginning to cramp and spasm from hunger. Every second of silence made the space in the closet seem to shrink even further.

The illusion of being forgotten brought her a suffocating feeling, both physically and psychologically, while at the same time, an immense fear surged up like a tide.

Just when she felt she was about to give up,
Suddenly, a familiar sound of footsteps came from behind.

This time, for some reason, he walked even faster.

The sounds produced by inserting the key and pushing open the door are now half a beat faster than before.

With a "whoosh," the wardrobe door was opened.

The blindfold over her eyes was suddenly ripped off, and the gag in her mouth was removed.

The room was dark, with the lights off.

However, Ayase Haruka's eyes had already adapted to the darkness, so when she groggily opened her eyes and tried to look up, her blurry vision slowly regained focus.

Then, she suddenly noticed that the other person's left hand was wrapped in a conspicuous, thick layer of white gauze.

"Chen Jun!" she managed to say, wanting to ask, but her throat was too dry to continue.

The man seemed not to hear her and began to untie the ropes binding her.

With each loosening of the rope, the blood from the pressure on her skin flowed back, bringing a tingling pain. When the last rope hit the ground, the other person removed the cloth from her mouth and carefully carried her naked body out of the wardrobe.

The moment Ayase Haruka's cool body touched the man's warm flesh, she instinctively wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

She could clearly feel the man's rapid heartbeat and his hot breath. Her mind was in chaos as she sensed something was quietly and irreversibly changing between them.

He carried her to the bed, and as soon as he put her down, he suddenly hugged her tightly again.

"Mr. Chen?"

Ayase Haruka whispered in disbelief.

But then she suddenly realized that at this moment, any words seemed pale and powerless, and any answer would be of no use.

Whatever happened, his pain was so obvious, what is there to ask?
So the next moment, she did the thing she had been desperately suppressing every day for some time.

She twisted her body, lifting his head from her shoulder and neck, and then kissed his cheek with her dry, trembling lips, tasting the slightly salty flavor.

So, he had actually cried?
“Chen Jun…” she murmured, her heart aching.

He said his name for the third time.

Ps:

This chapter contains 5490 words. If what you see is not 5490, it has been censored. The full version will be posted on Monday.

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