global actor

Time flies and it is already late July.

The summer insects chirped softly, and the chirping together was originally pleasant, but in the ears of people who were in a irritable mood, it would become particularly noisy. I scratched the mosquito bag on my arm, and the more I scratched, the more it itched, and the more it itched, the more I scratched.

Finally I couldn't bear it anymore, so I got up angrily, turned on the light, picked up the electric mosquito swatter, and started a chase and kill battle between humans and insects in the room.

After a while, I lay down on the bed panting, covering my feet with the quilt. I glanced at the time and saw that it was almost dawn. I lay down on my side angrily, pressed the itchy bump on my arm, and whispered softly.

"What am I trying to do..."

The feeling of boredom still did not go away, and his sleepiness began to disappear. He sat on the bedside, lit a cigarette, and silently stared at the sunrise peeking out from behind the hills in the distance. He scratched his feet and put on his slippers without looking at the ground.

He stood up, quietly opened the door, and walked into the bathroom. He leaned against the tiles next to the toilet. The coldness made him feel comfortable. He closed his eyes, hummed softly, and opened his shorts. The sound of water suddenly sounded.

Snoring... The sound of an old-fashioned toilet is much louder than a modern toilet, and it is clearer in a quiet space. He threw the cigarette butt into the toilet and watched the water flow wash it away. He was ready to go back to bed and sleep.

As soon as the toilet door was pushed open, the entrance door was also opened. The father and son looked at each other speechlessly.

The old man was holding breakfast in his hand, and it seemed that he only bought his own portion. When Mickey saw it, he sneered, shook his head without saying anything, and turned to push open the bedroom door.

"why are you laughing."

"What? You still can't make people laugh?"

Ignoring the old man's angry look, he went back to bed and lay down, thinking of sleeping until midnight and leaving as soon as possible when the old man was not in the living room. The main task now was not to let himself see this face, so as not to make himself angry before going to sleep.

Not practical.

He closed the door with a little force, and there was a bang. The old man stood at the door, his face a little green, threw his breakfast on the table, pinched his waist angrily, glanced at Mickey's bedroom door, and angrily said something ignorant.

Anyway.

…

Why did he come back? Mickey didn't know, but subconsciously, a voice reminded him every once in a while that it was time to go home.

So he came back, and it was just like the old-fashioned script arrangement. He had to have a big fight when he saw his father, and then he left at noon with his luggage. The cycle started over and over again. It seemed that the relationship between the two was doomed from the time Mickey was born.

, under the ice, there will occasionally be a trace of warm current flowing.

He didn't sleep well after returning to the cage. After staying in bed for three hours, he began to sort out his clothes, check his passport, tied his head into a ponytail, pushed the door open a little, and glanced into the living room. No one was there.

I tiptoed, but the suitcase didn't roll on the floor. Just as I was walking past the TV, I heard a sound.

"If you want to leave, just leave quickly. Are you afraid that I will see you if you take your time?"

"Grass!"

When he turned around, the old man was lying on the sofa, his body was blocked by the back of the sofa. He didn't watch TV or read a book. He just lay there with his eyes closed. Mickey didn't see anyone, and he was already cautiously tensing up his nerves. He shouted softly.

, which really shocked him.

"Are you sick? You are lying on the sofa and there is no movement at all. Isn't it fun to pretend to be a ghost and scare people?"

"This is my home. I can lie down wherever I like. I can lie down wherever I want. If I want to get out, I can get out."

It is difficult for father and son to adjust their mentality and tone, which leads to scolding wars every time they meet. Even though Mickey knows what he wants to do by lying here, he still can't suppress his anger.

Staring at the old man, he nodded angrily. He stopped carrying his suitcase and smashed it on the ground with great force. The soles of his feet seemed to have stepped on ten kilograms of cement. He stamped his feet vigorously as he walked, but he only took a few steps.

I no longer exert so much force, my feet are numb, and I will become lame if I stomp again.

"What are you doing! You are rebelling against me! Who are you playing against? Come back!"

"It's just the fucking opposite! How could you do that!"

If one party is looking for trouble, it is easy to cause a dispute, let alone if both parties want to fight. It is simply a matter of ignition, and there is no room for relaxation at all.

Without too much scolding, he closed the door forcefully again. The noise this time was no better than that of the bedroom door. Once the iron door was closed, there was an echo in the entire corridor. Some people who heard the quarrel came out to watch the fun. It turned out to be the old landlord and his family.

My son, the great director Mickey, was arguing. As soon as he put his head in, he retracted his neck in a sarcastic manner.

Outside the apartment building, Lu Ze and Fatini were eating burgers in the car. Seeing Mickey coming out of the building in a menacing manner, Lu Ze put down the burger, stuck his head out the window and whistled, attracting Mickey's attention.

"Are there any more burgers? Give me one."

"No, just buy two. How can you still have nothing to eat when you go home?"

Mickey reached out and grabbed the half of Lu Ze's leftover hamburger in the cab. He didn't mind it and took a big bite. Lu Ze tried to grab it, but he blocked it with his feet.

"When have I ever had something to eat when I got home? These burgers are delicious and spicy. Let's buy some more."

"If the company buys it, do you have to drive more than an hour to buy it?"

Halfway through the meal, the half-full feeling was the most maddening. Lu Ze got angry, put on his sunglasses, stepped on the accelerator, hit the steering wheel, turned sharply, and saw Mickey eating a burger with his nostrils.

Only then did he reveal a successful smile.

The destination of the three of them is Italy to attend the Venice Film Festival in early August. As the host, Fattini will also accompany them there. For him, it is easy to get an invitation letter from the Venice Film Festival.

The first stop of the three people's trip to Italy is Rome, because Gambiano Pictures is headquartered in Rome. Fatini will arrange for the two of them to visit this nearly century-old film studio, and it will also be convenient for them to visit.

Lu Ze, who had never been to Italy, took a look at the buildings and scenery he had only seen in books before.

The vehicle speeded all the way to the airport. Instead of entering the terminal, it arrived directly at the apron. Fatini's private jet was parked here. He handed the car keys to the staff, who would be responsible for arranging Lu Ze's car.

In the VIP parking lot.

The captain and flight attendants stood in a row on the ground and waited patiently. When the owner arrived, his smile was not professional, but looked more enthusiastic and sincere. He took the luggage of several people and waved to invite the owners to board the plane first.

After shaking hands with the two captains, Fatini took the lead and entered the cabin. His luxurious style was unabashed and exposed in front of everyone.

The hard decoration in the cabin is handmade from several whole black walnut trees, which ensures that the texture of the boards used in the entire aircraft space is the same.

The soft furnishings are made of top-notch flawless calfskin, and the extremely supportive headrests bear the Gambiano family crest. Although the seats are soft, they still have strong support for the waist, making passengers comfortable even if they sit on the plane for a long time.

There will be backache and leg pain, and Lu Ze noticed that only the small trademark under the seat can prove that this leather seat is customized by Gucci.

Compared with the luxurious interior, the flight process is actually not too outstanding. There is still ringing in the ears when ascending and descending, and it will still be bumpy when encountering strong airflow. Although the comfort is good, it does not really beat the civil aviation industry by 100,000 yuan.

Eight thousand miles.

The three of them chatted about the script and shots until the plane landed safely. This kind of trip might even make the stewardess feel a little bored, even if they didn't show it on the surface. Even if nothing happened, it would be nice to take them with them to have a happy chat, right?

What.

After being sent off by the crew members, several people got off the plane. The team that came to greet them was not very large. There were only an extended Phantom and two Mercedes-Benz S-classes waiting here. The two bodyguards brought by Fatini

They escorted the three people to the car. When they got on the car, the driver had already raised the soundproof glass. Fatini took out a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator, opened it, and poured a glass for the two of them.

"Welcome to Italy. I will take you out to have fun these days. Do you have any places you want to go or things you want to play?"

"Look at the Colosseum and the Pantheon. I'm still very interested in these. How about you, Mickey?"

"I've seen it all. There's no point in going there anymore. Let's eat something delicious. I can't think of what I want to play."

The two people's answers left Fatini speechless. Does he still need to take these things with him? Then he might as well sign up for a local tour and follow the aunt's tour guide.

"I mean those things that are not easy to play with, are you interested in them?"

As soon as he heard this, Mickey was no longer sleepy. He smiled mischievously, walked up to Fatini, put his arms around his shoulders and asked softly.

"You mean...?"

Fatini didn't say anything. He made a fist with his right hand, raised his thumb and index finger, and waved it in front of the two of them.

"That's what I'm talking about."

"..."