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"Brother Ze, go to bed quickly. It's already eleven o'clock. Usually you go to bed at ten-thirty. If your schedule is broken, it's hard to change it back. Let's wash the dishes tomorrow morning."

"Okay, please be safe on the road."

"Also! Don't drink anymore. You've been drinking all day, and your whole body is full of alcohol. It smells terrible. Remember to take a shower before going to bed. Don't forget to use the new shower gel I bought for you.

, if it works well, I will keep using this brand from now on. I’m leaving first, remember to go to bed quickly!”

"good……"

Seeing Gao Peiling turn around and leave, Lu Ze and Mickey both knew what she was thinking. They came once in the morning and again in the evening. This was the first time in their relationship. Isn't it because they were afraid that Lu Ze would not be strong-willed?

Let Mickey be hooked up and run away, his little thoughts are obviously exposed.

He dipped the last piece of beef on the iron fence into his mouth with some barbecue seasonings, threw the disposable chopsticks into the trash can, took a sip of beer, and couldn't help but burp. Lu Ze glanced at the side, his eyes were a little blurry, but his mental state

Mickey, who was still doing well, sighed deeply.

He was convinced by Mickey. Starting from the morning, the two of them had lunch and a drink at two o'clock in the afternoon. In the evening, on a whim, they set up a barbecue in front of the wine house and had a drink. The two of them never left during the whole day.

As for the wine, Lu Ze probably drank only two-thirds of Mickey’s amount. It’s not that Lu Ze didn’t accompany him, it was because he really couldn’t stand Mickey and always punished himself, and he didn’t even throw up!

But just like that, he was not drunk yet. He was walking in straight circles, but no matter how hard he drank, he would not lie down completely. For the first time in his life, Lu Ze was convinced by a person's drinking capacity.

After pouring water on the charcoal fire, throwing the stove into the shop, clearing away the dishes, the wine shop was closed. Seeing that Mickey was still in high spirits and petting the cat, Lu Ze hugged the quilt from the room and pointed to the sofa.

"Are you sure you want to sleep here tonight? You can stay in my room and I'll stay outside."

Lu Ze's bed was a single bed, and it was impossible for two grown men to sleep there. But when he let Mickey sleep on the sofa, he always felt a little guilty about not being well received, and thought of sacrificing himself and making do.

"It's not polite to snatch the owner's bed. I'll sleep here. Just give me the quilt. You can go take a shower. Don't forget to call me after you finish. Go ahead."

Taking the initiative to spread the quilt, he pushed Lu Ze away and waved his hand. He had no choice but to go into the bathroom. When he came out after taking a bath, he found that Mickey was already snoring loudly. He shook his head and gave up asking him to take a bath.

With the thought, I carried the lame man back into the house, and the moment he lay down, he entered the system space.

…

In the space, translucent dummies were working on the set. Taking advantage of this time, Lu Ze was still taking the time to review the script. After all, the passing mark of 95 points put a lot of pressure on Lu Ze, and the system was so

The audience has a very strong taste, and perhaps the pass in their eyes can basically give a perfect score in the hearts of excellent filmmakers.

Originally, Lu Ze wanted to secretly learn some director's professional skills in the system space. After all, the previous series of tutorials did not teach him how to make movies, but only taught him how to be an actor.

It's a pity that the dummy director didn't have any verbal communication with the dummy handler, and his control of the camera was solid but nothing new. This made it impossible for Lu Ze to steal anything from him. In addition, he delayed filming because of stealing lessons.

After two beatings, Lu Ze gave up the idea and continued to do what an actor should do.

Today's script is... "The Pursuit of Happiness", and the scene to be filmed next is the scene where the male protagonist takes his child to sleep in a subway bathroom.

"The studio is set up, please prepare the host."

The scene instantly switched to the bathroom, with newspapers spread on the floor. Lu Ze was sitting on the floor, holding his translucent fake son, putting his leather shoes against the door frame, silently gathering his emotions.

"Get ready to shoot, three...two...one, shooting starts."

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a knock on the door, and Lu Ze's emotions that had been accumulated to the point of overflowing suddenly burst out. His face was expressionless, but his breathing was a little heavy. The red blood streaks from the accumulated tears appeared in his eyeballs. He held the translucent fake son in his arms, his legs

He pressed his head hard against the door panel and looked around the bathroom. Gradually, his expression began to become a little uneasy. Tears fell from his eyes at this moment. He took the time just right and finally wiped away the tears staining his beard with the back of his hand.

During this period of time, a film every night was also a very heavy load for Lu Ze, because he could film in the system space for several months, or even nearly a year, and he was given only one day to rest...

.

The most important thing is that this is completely different from the first phase of the tutorial in the system space. After all, the first phase is just passive acceptance, and the self-awareness is reset to zero. But now this cramming review method, plus continuous deduction

More than one hundred and fifty nights, sometimes it really makes Lu Ze mentally exhausted.

Most actors... can't act in more than a hundred movies in a lifetime, but he did it in just over a hundred days, and all of them are classics. The passing requirements are still so high, and the difficulty of the performance is definitely

Hellish.

But the benefits are also very great. Lu Ze's script understanding ability and quick interpretation ability have been greatly strengthened. This is exactly what Lu Ze lacks. Just like in "The King of Fighters", because he was filming Mr. Tree, he had to prepare

It was not enough, which made Liu Ying have difficulty in choosing Lu Ze and another actor. This situation will never happen again now.

The system only gave him two short days to memorize the script, so starting the audition ten minutes after getting the script seemed... not impossible.

In addition, the system has increased the difficulty. The people acting with Lu Ze are a group of translucent glass people with no expressions and only lines. Can you imagine the scene of filming with a big glass ball? Lu Ze is like this, this exercise

What is it?

Stablize!

Lu Ze's originally excellent stability has been greatly enhanced. To put it bluntly, he can now make people cry even if he hugs a dog and shoots Titanic.

However, although the big glass ball is in play, they are robots after all, and the stability of their lines is also amazing. They never make mistakes in their interpretations. This makes Lu Ze have to keep up with their rhythm and cannot keep up...

...come and get beaten.

What kind of monster did this high-pressure filming model ultimately cultivate? Because of the strict passing standards and the system's ability to find shortcomings that are more sophisticated than those of top filmmakers, his performance level has risen to a new peak.

The robot, which is inhuman but terrifyingly stable, allows him to control his emotions and improve his stability to a higher level. The extreme squeeze on script study time brings about extremely fast script understanding and lightning-fast storyboarding and composition in his mind.

The action construction speed is comparable to the 2080ti in the human brain!

This period of study did not allow Lu Ze to reach the point where he was completely transformed. After all, before this, he had already reached the peak of his performance as an actor, and was on par with top performance masters at home and abroad.

But the deeper his understanding of acting becomes, the more difficult it becomes to make progress. Fortunately, he was squeezed by the system and successfully overcome the bottleneck that plagues all top actors.

Perhaps, now we can call Lu Ze...the ultimate invincible experience genre master acting maniac Super Saya Robot version 2.0.

Too strong to talk about.

The topic is back on track. During the filming, the knocking on the door should be steady and the sound spread far away to form a very lonely and lost scene. But now, there is a huge difference between the knocking on the door and the script.

The knocking on the door became more and more urgent, and the intensity of the knocking began to increase, making a loud banging noise. The most important thing is that people outside the door began to knock on the door!

This was obviously different from the script, but there was no hint of the end of filming in the air. If he didn't continue filming now, he would be whipped! He had no choice but to grit his teeth and hold the door against the door, continue this performance, and at the same time add more

The intensity of the expression to maintain the emotion consistent with the current situation.

"dad……"

Lu Ze trembled in fright and turned around sharply. You must know that in this scene...his "son" has no lines!

But when he turned around, what he saw was not a glass man with a face as round as a ball and a transparent body, but a man with chopped hair, fair skin, delicate face, very cute appearance, big eyes half-squinted, and the corners of his mouth raised.

, a little boy who shows his white teeth and has a smile that can make old aunts’ hearts flutter...

But this little boy is clearly Lu Ze's childhood self...

"How long are you going to stay here...?"

"I……"

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The people outside the door began to try and knock on the door. At this time, Lu Ze was just startled by this "himself" and was questioned by him. His legs accidentally gave out the force, and the door that lost its support was finally broken by someone.

Bump away.

Standing outside the door is a man wearing blue and gray cleaning clothes, carrying a mop and a bucket... his black self!

"Are you really desperate? With such great mental pressure, if you continue like this, you are not far from going crazy. It's time to go out to work... Lu Ze."

"Grass!!!!"

With a shout, he broke away from the system space in an instant. Lu Ze suddenly sat up from the bed. The sweat from his forehead dripped down his chin and fell onto the quilt, soaking up circles of water stains. He moved his butt back a little and leaned against the head of the bed.

He took a deep breath and picked up a glass of water from the bedside table. His hands were still shaking a little, causing the water in the glass to ripple.

He toasted in one breath to relieve his thirsty throat. He lit a cigarette and kept thinking about what his childhood self and Hei Boss had just said. In addition, his increasingly tired spirit during this period proved that Hei Boss's words were true.

Authenticity, if you do this...it seems like you are really going to have a mental problem.

He took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth. The zippo crossed the flint and exploded into starlight. Then the flames rose up. It was really beautiful for a moment. When the cigarette burned, the tobacco made a soft clicking sound. He calmed down and thought about solving the problem.

After thinking about it over and over again, I came to the conclusion that... there is no way.

unless……

"Ding...ding...dinging..."

The room was quiet enough. Lu Ze's ears twitched and he seemed to hear someone rummaging through things in the wine house. Zhang Weiyu drank so much wine that he would never wake up now, so Lu Ze immediately ruled out that the person outside the house was Mickey. There were a total of people in the house.

There are only two people, except him, who can only be thieves!

"Meow~"

"Shh!"

The cripple let out a soft cry, but Lu Ze put his finger to his mouth to stop him. He gently got out of bed, without slippers, and took out a metal baseball bat from under the bed. He hissed to the cripple again and quietly opened it.

He slowly walked towards the door of the wine shop and gently pressed the light switch.

"Um?"

"Depend on……"

Lu Ze was indeed overthinking. This person was really not a thief, but Zhang Weiyu, who should have been drunk and fast asleep on the sofa. At this moment, he was looking through the refrigerator, took out a bottle of beer, opened it, and saw the light turn on.

, looked at Lu Ze stupidly and waved to him.

"Are you a midnight murderer? The kind who trick people into staying at your home, are enthusiastic, kind and loving to people during the day, and turn into a cold-blooded killer at night, killing people and burying them in the basement?"

"Are you really sick? You didn't sleep at night, didn't turn on the light, and came out to look for beer in the dark? I thought there was a thief in the house. I was afraid that the thief would stab you to death in your sleep, so I came out to take a look. Besides, why are you still there?

Drink? You've only slept for more than three hours, can your body handle it? Give it to me quickly, don't drink it, even if you are frustrated, you can't harm your body like this."

Lu Ze put the bat against the wall and walked over to grab the bottle from Mickey's hand, but he dodged it and pointed a finger at Lu Ze.

"One bottle, just one bottle. After I drink it, I'll take a nap for a while. I have to drink some wine, otherwise... I won't be able to sleep."

"You only finished your drink at eleven o'clock, and you are so drunk that you still want to drink at two o'clock? No, give it to me quickly, and then go back to sleep. You must listen to me this time. You are doing too much harm to your body by drinking like this.

"

"Hey, Lu Ze, no, friend, I really need to drink some wine. I wake up from nightmares every night at this time. I need to drink some wine to fall asleep. I really... am going crazy."

He lowered his head. Lu Ze took advantage of him and grabbed his bottle, put it aside, held Mickey's arms with both hands, and looked at him seriously.

"Mitch, tell me, how long has it been since you had a good night's sleep?"

"One year and eight months? Or even longer. I could only sleep four hours every night. I would have nightmares every day. They were not the same kind of dreams, but they were all scary. At first... I collapsed and I cried, but in the end I

I found that wine can relieve my pain, so give it to me. I will go to bed after drinking it. You should also go to bed early. Remember to turn off the lights and say good night."

Lu Ze watched him pick up the wine bottle and sit on the sofa in despair, looking straight at the night trains that occasionally passed by outside the glass wall. From time to time, he would take a sip of beer, then light a cigarette, hold it between his fingers, and that's it.

Sitting in a daze.

The persuasion was of no use. As he said, he really needed to get himself drunk so that he could sleep soundly. Lu Ze looked at him for a while, said nothing, turned around and left, thinking that he should take him to see him tomorrow.

After seeing a psychiatrist, the lights were turned off, leaving only the flashing neon lights for him. Lu Ze was about to return to the room, but Mickey suddenly stopped him.

"Lu Ze, what do you think I look like?"

"If you weren't decadent, you would be really handsome."

"Yeah, I'm handsome, but prison...you know, there's no place to vent, those bastards with crazy brains have some weird ideas, I hate it there...I hate Lawrence, I hate him..."

Lu Ze licked his lips and leaned against the door frame, watching him quietly as he smoked a cigarette and drank a sip of wine. Under the flashing neon lights, he looked particularly lonely and vicissitudes of life. Lu Ze thought for a while before finally answering him.

"But you came in because of a drunk driver. Instead of hating Lawrence, you should actually hate alcohol. Listen to me, you shouldn't continue drinking. This is a sincere advice from a friend."

"What about cocaine? Hmm? What about cocaine? As long as I pay some compensation for drunk driving, I can get out of jail for a few months, and then find a new company to make a new movie. My house and my car will not be taken away by the bank.

, then tell me! Should I hate wine! Or should I hate Lawrence!"

"Hey, Mickey..."

"Look at me, look at me!"

Mickey lifted up his shirt, and there were several small wounds on his chest that bulged outwards. They were obviously very deep, but the wounds on his stomach were as long as an adult's forearm. He pointed at himself under the flashing neon lights.

scar, staring at Lu Ze.

"There's a son of a bitch who wants me to be his bullshit lover, fuck him! I resisted and blinded him in one eye. That's the real reason why I went to jail for a year and a half! Then he stabbed me

Me, with a toothbrush, it almost penetrated my heart. I almost died, and there were prison guards! Does a person who is in jail for drunk driving need to be put in solitary confinement? Does he need to eat spoiled food? I got dysentery and had diarrhea for a month.

Yue! Then tell me! Should I hate wine! Or should I! Hate! Fuck! Lawrence!"

His eyes were red, his index finger pointed downwards, and he made a loud noise, and the veins on his forehead were beating. Lu Ze saw fire in his eyes, and also saw hatred. He really hated Lawrence, really.

"I pray every day, praying that I can survive and come out alive. My spiritual support...is it!"

He dug out a thick stack of A4 paper from his bag, held it in front of Lu Ze, and then threw it hard. The paper flew in the air and then fell everywhere. He grabbed Lu Ze's collar.

, his expression suddenly turned fierce.

"I want to fight for a turnaround! Use my life to fight for a turnaround! This is my last straw! I want to get my house back! My car! I want to live a life of luxury and wealth again! I want to live a happy life again!

Live a life of a master! Hong Kong movie! "A Better Tomorrow"! Have you seen it? I've been waiting for a year and a half! Just waiting for this opportunity! I want to get my things back! Not to prove how great I am! But to prove how great I am!

I want to tell everyone! It’s my thing! I must get it back! I want to tell Lawrence! He can’t kill me, but I will kill him!”

"I thought of you as soon as I was released from prison. I need your help, but not a meal or a drink! What I need is you! Help me go back to the past! It's not even the past anymore! And

What I can give you can also make you no longer the same as before! You have lost something! You have lost more than me! Your dignity! Your personality! Your glory! This is much more important than money, man! We have suffered

Unfair! But this is no excuse for being sluggish! I am resisting! And you are enduring! I will never agree to this happening to you! I want to make those who have wronged me pay back a hundred times! I want to pay with blood! What about you?

"

"Your trophy is gone! It's gone! It wants you to find it! Get it back to the person who really deserves it, not just a display on someone else's bookshelf! Get it back! Come with me! Again

Go get something better and come back. If you can do it, so can I. How about giving it a try! Come with me? How about it?"

He kept looking into Lu Ze's eyes, with anxiety and urgency in them. He was waiting for a definite answer and looking for a revengeful comrade, but...

"It's really too late, go to bed."

He gradually loosened his hand, smoothed Lu Ze's collar, looked into Lu Ze's eyes, and gradually... showed a mocking smile, turned around quietly, lay down on the sofa, and covered himself with a quilt.

"Okay, ok~ Go to sleep. I hope I can sleep to death. I won't see the morning sun and won't have so many things to worry about. I can just die, eh, it would be great to die."

He became quiet, and Lu Ze stared at him for a long time, then returned to the room with the baseball bat and put the stick back under the bed. Seeing the lame man looking at him on the bed, he lay down, held the lame man in his arms, and murmured softly.

"What would you do if it were you?"

Turning off the lights, the room became quiet, but neither of these two drunken men would sleep well tonight.

…

Early in the morning, I opened my eyes at half past seven, got up, opened the curtains, lit a cigarette, smoked it quietly, and got up to wash up. When I passed by the door of the wine shop, I saw Mickey packing his things. The papers scattered on the floor last night

, and now there is no trace.

"Good morning~"

"morning."

Mickey seemed to have forgotten the collapse and hysteria last night. He smiled and waved to Lu Ze. Obviously, Lu Ze failed here and it was time for him to leave.

"What are you planning to eat this morning? For example, steamed dumplings. Don't you like them very much?"

"Forget it, buddy, let's talk about it later when we have a chance. I'm leaving. I'll go back to England early to prepare for my movie and see how much sponsorship I can get. If I succeed, I will come back to you and let's have another drink.

It’s dark and dark, what do you think?”

"Okay, then... good luck to you, buddy."

Mickey nodded, put on his backpack, and Lu Ze opened the rolling door for him, ready to let him leave, one step, two steps... When he walked to the door, he turned around, took off his cap, and made a nondescript gentlemanly hat-off gesture.

Bow slightly and put your hat back on.

"I wish you happiness for the rest of your life and spend the rest of your life with Miss Gao. Nice to meet you, my friend."

"Me too."

Lu Ze forgot that he had to wash up, so he picked up a towel from the bar and wiped the table gently until the wind chime rang. He walked halfway out of the door. Lu Ze stood up and wiped his hands with a towel.

"Maybe I should have a contract or something."

"What...?"

Mickey turned around sharply, his hand still supporting the door handle. He was sandwiched between the door frame, his expression a little dull.

"I mean, I should have a labor contract or something like that. After all, I'm not going to dig coal in a black mine. In case you run away without being able to film, my salary will not be guaranteed. I need one-third

That’s the rule, isn’t it? Also, please close the door and come in to talk, otherwise a lot of air-conditioning will run out, and electricity in commercial buildings is very expensive.”

His expression gradually changed from dullness to surprise, and finally turned into a burst of ecstasy. He held his head in his hands and roared in disbelief.

"I fucked up Jesus Christ!!"

"..."