The waves touched the reef, splashing a little bit, and on the wet sand, the crabs crawled sideways, not slowly, and hid in the sand before the waves came up again, showing only two eyes to look at the world outside.

A pair of bare soles left a faint footprint on the beach, and the legs of his jeans, although tattered, were unexpectedly appropriate to the beauty of the seaside, with a hint of cheap poetry, if he was really on vacation.

He has been trapped on this uninhabited island for fifteen days, where he is, he doesn't know anything about the outside world, maybe people outside already think he is dead, even his ex-wife and children should feel the same.

But he is still alive, only he knows this, and he will continue to work hard for this goal, and he wants to go back, because there are many things that he still cares about.

When the tide recedes, there will be a lot of shellfish on the reef by the sea, a large black patch with a lot of sand, and with what he has learned, he will rummage through the food that he can eat, but fortunately it is not difficult.

There were a lot of wild oysters here, which didn't taste good, with a rotten smell, nowhere near as delicious as he had in restaurants, but now, he had no choice.

I went to the beach after the stone smashed down today's dinner, dug out the oyster meat, squeezed out the dark green organ tissue and excrement inside, soaked it in the sea, shook off the seawater on it, and finally stuffed it into my mouth without hesitation.

The rotten taste permeated his mouth again, and it tasted like chewing a large piece of stinky pig fat, and he swallowed the oyster meat, his throat lifted sharply, coughed, spit out a mouthful of oyster mucus attached to his throat, and retched again, choking out tears directly.

With a long sigh, he finally calmed down his vomiting reaction, picked up a piece of oyster meat again, held it up to the sea, stared at the raging waves, and said toast with a smile, as if he really regarded the sea as his friend, or created a friend to accompany him through this difficult day.

Eating oysters raw may cause him to suffer from hepatitis A, dysentery, or other diseases, and perhaps he should roast them before eating, but God did not give him this face, and dismissed his right to make a fire.

The flint and lighters were all snatched away by the waves, and there was no fire in the material box except for books, and he was reluctant to burn books, because books were the only pastime he could carry through this time, and the seaside was damp, and books were always damp, so he couldn't get fire at all, and there was no dry firewood in the dense woods behind him.

He has only clothes, books, a few pens, and a plastic bag that he found after searching all over the beach, and he has also read Crusoe and other literary works, but the characters they write are far luckier than him.

He could only distill a small amount of fresh water from plastic bags, no food, no fire, no shelter, and did not dare to go into the forest, because in this sea area, the forest is usually full of poisonous snakes and poisonous lizards, and once attacked by poisonous animals, he will definitely not live for a week.

The oysters didn't make him hungry in the slightest, and after a few pieces of meat he had eaten, he felt that his stomach had reached its limit, he got up, sprinkled some urine near the makeshift shelter made of palm leaves, warned the small carnivores that might be on the island, and sorted out the SOS signs laid out by the sea, he picked up a paper and a pen, and climbed to a reef at the highest point of the sea.

He will look at the reef for a long time every day, looking at the ships that occasionally pass by this sea area, but are very far away from the isolated island where he is located, such a long distance, unless someone wears a telescope to observe the surroundings 24 hours a day, otherwise it is impossible to find his existence, which is well known to him who has lived at sea for more than ten years, and the purpose of his gaze is just to hope to be closer to human civilization, so that he looks like he is not living like a beast.

Seeing another freighter disappear into the sea, he didn't even have the desire to call for help, he just picked up the stone, drew another vertical line on the reef as a marker, then picked up the pen, and while the sky was not completely dark, he wrote on the paper the days of dense fonts, he didn't know how long this kind of days would last, so he had to be diligent and thrifty.

I made some notes, mentioned my daughter in the text, and talked about how much I missed her, so I closed the notebook and walked down the reef carefully.

......

"Okay, that's all for today, call it a day. ”

Beside him, Kesha shouted, and on the originally quiet island, other people's voices sounded, and he walked out of the shed on the back slope, cleaned up the lines on the ground, and dismantled the set up cameras.

Wang Zixuan walked over with his clothes, and before he could hand them over to Lu Ze, he was stopped by a traffic police stop gesture made by Lu Ze, he rubbed his stomach, washed his hands in the beach sink not far away, squatted down, picked up the vomit bag, and put his index and middle fingers into his throat, gently plucking his throat.

"Vomit...... ...... vomit"

Subsequently, he spit out half a bag of oyster meat that he had just eaten in his stomach, what it looked like when he ate it, what it looked like when he spit it out, it was very complete, and it seemed that he was chewing it when he was shooting, but in fact, he couldn't chew it at all.

The taste of this thing is indeed the same as pig fat, chirping, and a soft lump, Lu Ze can only swallow the oyster meat in his stomach the first moment he puts it in his mouth, and then act like chewing.

The oysters used in the shooting are indeed the wild oysters found on the shore, but they are all carefully cleaned again after being disinfected and parasites eliminated in advance.

And Lu Ze has also been injected with various vaccines before filming, and after filming all the shots of eating raw meat, he will go to the hospital for gastric lavage and insecticide in the body, which can minimize the risk, which is basically equal to zero.

Wrapping the vomit bag in a black garbage bag and throwing it into the garbage bin, he put on his clothes, picked up mineral water, rinsed his mouth, and took a piece of antibiotic.

Although it won't be harmful, it is raw after all, let alone fresh, and Lu Ze has suffered from stomach problems because of filming for many years, and it is inevitable to eat it in his stomach and run to the toilet twice a day.

"Lu, no problem, right?"

At this time, Kesha and Lucas also ran over to ask for warmth, after all, this master is also their boss, and let his boss and investors suffer this crime, and the brothers sometimes don't know how to face Lu Ze.

"It's okay, you guys call it a day, I'll go back and rest. ”

Lying on the chair, he dropped a few drops of eye drops, and after a few minutes, he opened his bloodshot eyes, waved his hand to the brothers, and took Wang Zixuan back to the manor in a sightseeing car.

The housekeeper of the manor arranged for Lu Ze to be a Hawaiian-style guest bedroom, and after taking a bath, he went to bed, put down the curtain at the head of the bed, put on an eye mask and fell asleep.

......

"Hello?"

"When it's time to eat, you're left alone. ”

Mickey came to the phone, glanced at the time, more than seven o'clock in the evening, just slept for less than two hours, Lu Ze still did not escape the fate of wearing a big pineapple, got up and put on a drag child, walked to the large balcony in the room, elbowed the guardrail, looked at the coastline, on the sea, the lights flashed around the ship, lighting up part of the sea, and even Lu Ze could see that on the yacht that was closer, a group of people were having fun.

Pull out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it in your mouth, the sound of the Dupont lighter when it bounces up is crisp and pleasant, slide the flint, blow up a little starlight, look down and light the tobacco, take a deep breath, and never touch it in your hand, just look down at the cigarette burning, the ash is blown off by the light wind, and the burning place brightens slightly from time to time, accelerating the burning of tobacco.

Halfway through the fire, he was pressed in the ashtray by Lu Ze, he washed his face again, closed the door and went downstairs, in the room, the warm yellow light was on, the gentle wind blew the gauze curtain, and danced, but at this moment, no one appreciated its graceful dance anymore.

Far away, Lu Ze heard the noise in the restaurant, pushed open the door, and was surprised to find that the actors who ran away because of their tantrums a few days ago also arrived again and participated in the dinner.

They were watching a boxing match, there was no position, as long as the boxer played a beautiful attack, it could cause a group of cheers, but after seeing Lu Ze, their voices became a little quieter, and they greeted Lu Ze one after another.

casually pulled away the chair opposite Mickey, he glanced at the boxing match, the fight was very fierce, both sides saw blood, and they also played with real anger. The maid of the manor brought his dinner to the table, and it was boiled chicken breast with broccoli, which almost made him anorexic, and he took two bites, and the rest of the plate was gone.

"I've finished eating, I'll go back first, and you eat slowly. ”

Seeing that the dishes on their plates were rich, it was fake to say that they were not gluttonous, and the saliva secretion was terrible, Lu Ze had no choice but to leave, out of sight and out of mind.

"Wait, won't you ask why we're here?"

Mickey was surprised, if it was normal, Lu Ze would ask why it was so lively today, but now, he was not interested in the reason at all, he didn't even ask, he was about to leave directly, it seemed that he was really depressed when he was fit.

"Oh, why?"

"You didn't watch the news?"

"Nope. ”

"Alas, it's really boring, okay, don't hide it, take it all out. ”

As soon as the words fell, a group of people took out beer and champagne from under the table, and even the Lucas brothers took two salutes and slammed them on Lu Ze.

Mickey took a stack of paper crowns for his birthday, put them on for himself first, and then ran to Lu Ze's side and put one on him as well.

Yelena picked up the remote control and switched to the TV program, or a news page would be more appropriate, Lu Ze turned around and glanced at it.

""Death" will become the biggest winner of the 83rd Venice International Film Festival, shortlisted for the main competition unit, nominated for four awards, and become the strongest class bully of the year!"

"Best Director: Mitch Taylor. ”

"Best Screenplay: Mitch Taylor. ”

"Best Film: "The Dead". ”

"Best Actor: Lu Ze. ”

Seeing this, Lu Ze finally showed a smile, they applied for the selection of the Venice Film Festival because the Venice Film Festival has always advocated innovation and serious artistry, and films like "Dead Life" are the most popular among the judges of the Venice Film Festival, such as "Joker 2019", which was popular a few years ago.

The fly in the ointment is that Best Actress was not shortlisted, and the Venice Film Festival did not set up awards such as Best Cinematography and Best Art Direction, otherwise "Dead Life" may have won more awards.

"Bang!"

The champagne opened, and the strong sparkling wine rushed on Lu Ze's body, and it was cold, and the frozen Lu Ze shrank his neck, but Mickey rushed up, hugged Lu Ze's shoulders, enjoyed the celebration of everyone at this moment, and raised four fingers to everyone.

"The Golden Lion, the Silver Lion, the Volpi Cup, the Lao Tzu Everything, Venice, and this year is ours!"

“......”

.net。 vertex