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

Chapter 597 Balancing Work and Leisure

On the screen, the man's face was faintly visible in the firelight.

James Remar watched the scene on the projection screen absentmindedly, shifting his position somewhat uneasily.

The answer will be revealed soon.

He was genuinely a little nervous.

Because, even though he was born in 53, more than 30 years older than the black-haired man on screen, and had acted in dozens of movies before, playing robbers, gangsters, bankers, hotel tycoons..., unlike that yellow-skinned Chinese man, although he was fair-skinned from childhood to adulthood, in the hearts of most Americans, he was still just a nobody.

Perhaps thankfully, after a nearly 40-year career, he finally achieved only "most of it." His role in the 2010 TV series "Sex and the City," where he showed off his sagging buttocks, successfully made him memorable to millions of Americans.

Could this be another "Sex and the City"?

We'll have to see how he performs in this movie.

However, he didn't remember very clearly how well he performed in his first appearance.

It wasn't because he was old and had some kind of amnesia, but because, in that atmosphere, he was passively drawn into an extremely tense environment. The pace of several scenes was very fast, and his brain was rapidly processing and then rapidly outputting information, to the point that it felt like it was about to overheat and explode.

As a result, after filming and returning to the hotel, his mind was still buzzing.

If you ask him what he remembered,
There was only blood.

That hand was truly blood!

James Remar took a deep breath, refocused his attention, and stared intently at the screen.

waiting.

Soon, soon.

The initial silence was drawing to a close, and the curtain was about to rise.

Upon hearing that his wife might be sent to a brothel, the young man's face remained expressionless in the close-up shot on the screen; he did not cry.

But his eyes were bloodshot and red, as if they had been burned, and his eye sockets seemed to be filled with pain and despair, yet they were locked up by an inhuman restraint, preventing tears from falling.

Then, in an extremely suppressed voice, as if squeezed from the depths of his throat, he began to deliver his lines in somewhat rusty and accented English.

"Why are you laughing? Do you think I'm going to shoot you dead and send you to hell to meet your brother?"

The corners of the man's mouth were pulled to the sides, revealing less of a smile and more of a demonic clown mask.

He spread his hands and said, "Sakura, give me the knife I gave you before."

The little girl, who had been listening in a daze, suddenly snapped out of it, fumbled in her hand for a moment, pulled out a narrow, short knife, and handed it to the man.

James Remar knew that in the script, the knife was a gift from Sean to Sakura, a weapon commonly used by men on the Eastern battlefield. Similarly, during filming, it was a sharpened spring-loaded prop knife. The prop master had made it very clear beforehand that, for the sake of realism, the knife was a real knife, but with a mechanism added so that it could be used to stab people, but definitely not to cut people horizontally.

The man held it in his hand, his eyes focused on the snow-white blade, then turned to the man. "Ace, I know you're not afraid of death. You're a tough guy, and you know you're not going to survive. You know you won't leave this wilderness, that tonight will be the end of your life. So you deliberately provoked me, wanting me to shoot you and end your suffering, to send you to hell to meet your brother again."

No, you're wrong.

In China, we call this liberation. Liberation, in your words, is forgiveness. I think, would I forgive you?

After saying that, he picked up the dagger and plunged it into the severed arm of the panicked man in front of him, twisting his wrist and turning it forcefully.

James Remar finally saw himself on screen.

He was screaming in agony, "Ah—fuck, fuck you! You bastard, if you have the guts, just shoot me dead, you damned Huanglong!"

Fortunately.

James Remar immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn't too bad. At least for the first scene after joining the crew, it was quite good considering the tense atmosphere.

then,

The murderer who had tortured him suddenly pulled the dagger from his severed arm, and a gush of blood spurted out, splashing onto the ground with a "plop," staining the surrounding earth red.

“I recently heard something. My daughter told me about it. She said that the KKK believes that every type of person has an abnormally developed area in their brain.”

"And you white people, the developed areas are invention and creation, so many of you have produced outstanding geniuses. Other people, like us Chinese, or those Black people, the developed areas in our brains are rather special—what was it again? Cherry?"

The little girl's clear voice rang out, "Obedience, and servility."

The descendant of fishermen from the Qing Dynasty had no sense of humor. Even faced with such humorous lines, he didn't laugh once, and said expressionlessly, "Yes, obedience and servility. I'm not very familiar with your language, but I think these words are describing me, my parents, my children, and my ancestors of the Xiao family. We were born to be slaves, weren't we?"

At this moment, there was a brief silence in the shot.

Then, a loud sound came.

"answer me!!!"

Chen Nuo thrust the knife in his hand out suddenly.

Instead of stabbing Ace, he unleashed a furious outburst, plunging the switchblade into the tree trunk an inch to the side of Ace's head with a loud "snap!" The blade appeared to be completely embedded in the wood, with only the snow-white hilt exposed.

James Remar shuddered when he saw himself on the screen.

Damn it, he couldn't help but feel a pang of shame.

He will never tell anyone else that he was truly terrified at that time.

However, his gaze only swept across his own face before he focused entirely on the enraged man.

His facial expression showed no abnormality, and his left hand showed no signs of discomfort. It was as if he felt no pain at all, and he didn't even stutter when he delivered his lines.

No wonder even the production team didn't notice at the time. Due to excessive force, the opening and closing mechanism at the end of the prop knife bounced back upon impact, and his left palm was grazed by the sharp edge that popped out from the end of the handle, resulting in a not-so-shallow cut.

"You'd better pray right now! Pray that I can find her and rescue her! Because if I don't find her—I'll cut you into two hundred pieces and throw you to the wild dogs, you hear me?! I'll do that!!"

Only after he finished speaking did he open his palm, which was now covered in blood.

Chen Nuo looked at the blood as if it were from someone else, without even trembling his brow. After shaking it off, he smeared the blood all over James Remar's face and said calmly, "Take good care of your injuries, Ace. Spring is here, let's go to Candy Farm together. If you dare to make any rash moves then, I'll have to crack your head open beforehand and see what makes you different from us."

……

"...Ah, so Chen Jun, that's how you got injured, without even noticing at the time?"

"good."

"Oh my god, does it hurt a lot?" Ayase Haruka asked with a mixture of admiration and heartache, holding Chen Nuo's injured hand with a face full of pity.

"It's alright," Chen Nuo replied.

He wasn't lying either.

What happened yesterday was not ordinary for him either. It was all because Quentin's twisted lines were too outrageous, which made him furious and so immersed in the role that he accidentally injured himself in the heat of the moment. He even had to get a tetanus shot late at night, but he didn't feel much pain.

Ayase Haruka paused for a moment, then said, "My heart aches so much, but, Chen-kun, I'm also so grateful. If it weren't for this, how could I be nestled in your arms right now, feeling a happiness I've never felt before? Chen-kun, am I being too selfish?"

Oh shit.

We can chat, but what's with all this talk about happiness?
That's so rude, you're being punished by having to say it again.

Chen Nuo was about to nod in agreement.

After venting his frustrations last night, he has completely broken character, and as a result, he's starting to feel like he can turn his back on people.

Especially since this woman actually started talking about happiness and unhappiness first thing in the morning!
OMG, you know, as a former scumbag, Chen Nuo's biggest fear is that after sleeping with a woman, she will suddenly start talking nonsense to him about how happy he is, how lucky he is in this life, and how he wants this moment to last forever.

However, a second before nodding, he hesitated again.

If he acts too much like a heartless scumbag now, it might be detrimental to the rapport and relationship we've worked so hard to build. It could even ruin everything and affect filming, which would be bad.

So he thought for a moment and then said tactfully in Chinese, "Love is always selfish, just like Sean and Hong. Perhaps they were like that too, one day, by some twist of fate, they ended up in a relationship. By some twist of fate, you know?"

"know."

Ayase Haruka replied, and then her whole being was filled with excitement.

What does "by a twist of fate" mean? She didn't quite understand, but like Sean and Hong, she did. Did Chen Jun mean that she and he also had a future, and that he would protect her like Sean did?

She was deeply moved, but too embarrassed to ask. Being a very sensible Japanese woman, she simply began to repay the favor like a cat.

"Mr. Chen, are you feeling unwell this morning? Do you need me to help you?"

“This…” Chen Nuo hesitated for a moment, but not for long.

After filming for almost a month, I can finally take a day off. Firstly, because of my hand injury; I just had a tetanus shot, and the doctor said... Secondly, because the upcoming scenes will be moving from outdoor to indoor shooting. The film's biggest villain—Calvin Candy, the owner of Candy Plantation played by Leonardo DiCaprio—and his trusted henchman, Stephen, the black butler played by Samuel L. Jackson, will be making their appearances, so Quentin Tarantino needs time to scout locations and organize the shooting schedule.

Since there was nothing wrong, and he was indeed full of energy early in the morning, and it would be a good opportunity to strengthen their marital bond, he felt that he was not going against his conscience and immediately said, "Then I'll leave it to you."

After saying that, he sat up a little more and lay diagonally on the headboard.

Since he was a newcomer, he still needed to choose a good angle and observe carefully.

Ayase Haruka obediently slid down, carefully and with the reverence of someone handling a rare treasure, and began to trace it... Her still somewhat immature face and earnest efforts sent a shiver down Chen Nuo's spine, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

However, he still did not forget to appreciate it.

Ayase Haruka was kneeling on the bed in a pose that Japanese women are good at, with her back bent, much like a cat or a dog.

Her snow-white, lustrous fur shimmered beautifully in the soft morning light, and her cheeks were slightly puffed out, making her look quite adorable. Her eyes, like those of Hachiko towards Hidesaburo Ueno, held a wet, earnest, and ingratiating expression.

A few strands of black hair fell on either side of her face, dangling at the corners of her mouth. She stopped and tucked her hair behind her ears. Her pretty face seemed to be blushing with the morning glow, exuding a particularly captivating youthful charm.

Seeing this, Chen Nuo felt something was still missing. Suddenly, he remembered the important matter he hadn't yet dealt with, and he immediately said, "Stop."

Ayase Haruka stopped immediately. Japanese women don't usually talk about women's rights. She knelt on the bed and gave a deep bow, pressing her forehead against the sheet before raising her head and saying in a trembling voice, "Smimasy, did I hurt you, Chen-kun?"

Chen Nuo shook his head and said, "No, it's just that it's getting late, and we should prepare for today's homework. You'll be starting filming soon, so we can't let it interfere with our important matters."

"Ah, Mr. Chen, you mean...?"

"Okay, bring me the rope."

"But……"

"There are no 'buts,' go quickly."

Hearing Chen Nuo say that, Ayase Haruka couldn't help but feel ashamed of her narrow-mindedness.

Last night's experience was the peak she had never reached with her usual tools, so much so that she was already distracted as soon as she woke up. It was raining, and if Chen Jun hadn't been there, she wouldn't have even remembered that she had special training to do.

But looking down, she became a little worried. "Mr. Chen, should we wait a while?"

"no need."

"But... what about you, Chen Jun?"

"Who says you can't work while training? Ayase, cheer up!"

"Huh? Hi!"

"Today's training is related to this. Think about it, how shameful it would be to have to work when you can't see or move your hands. This will be another unique experience for you. So, don't be lazy, think about how to overcome the difficult conditions, and keep going!"

"...Hey, hey! Chen Jun, I'll do my best! Ganbatte!"

Chen Nuo watched with satisfaction as the fighting spirit burst forth in Ayase Haruka's eyes.

He also decided to do everything he could to help the other party.

He immediately took a thick silk blindfold from the bedside table and covered her eyes, turning everything in front of her into darkness.

Then, he took out a rope and tightly tied her limbs to the brass post at the head of the bed, completely depriving her of the ability to resist and support herself.

Okay, this way you can balance work and play.

Ps:

4215 words, please delete if there are fewer.

(End of this chapter)