Theolod thinks it must be because he hasn't had a relationship with anyone else for too long, so he is a little slow to react to Natel's sudden **.

Maybe he was just kidding? It's probably a joke, anyone who works like that will have some complaints in their hearts.

Three seconds after Nattle hung up, Theolod dismissed the phrase as a joke, and five seconds later, he temporarily threw it out of his mind.

Tomorrow, Jack Davenport will be joined by Peter Smith Kingsley, who plays a crucial role in Ripley's second relationship, a gentle and considerate man who could have been the man Ripley could have trusted, however, he showed up at the wrong time.

The two meet in the theater where Melti invites Dickey to accompany them, and Theolod once again completes Dickey's transformation into Ripley. The noble boy who stayed by Merti's side in the last second, and the next second he met Maggie and Peter, he turned back into the obscure poor boy, but this time, the poor boy's demeanor was a little more flustered and unnatural.

As the script progresses, Melti leaves Rome heartbroken because of Maggie's appearance, and the Roman police find Freddy's body and list "Dickey" as a suspect. As a last resort, Ripley completely abandoned Dickey's identity, imitating Dickey's handwriting and leaving a suicide note, heading to Venice, where Peter was owned.

In Venice in November, the sun still shines in the sky. Kate was in the studio before, and after filming the last shot of Melti meeting Ripley, she killed her and flew back to the United States from Rome, so only Jack and Gwyneth went to Venice with Theolod. Both of them will finish in Venice, and Theolod will have to follow the crew back to Manhattan, New York to shoot the beginning of the film, which is considered the final end.

However, Theolod also asked several people about their wishes to go skiing in northern Italy or Switzerland during the Christmas holidays after the film was completed, and several of them said that they would be very happy if there was no emergency.

When the crew arrived in Venice, it was night, and Theorod accompanied Gwyneth as if he were in Rome, rented a boat, and walked around Venice, accompanied by Jack. Jack's personality is somewhat similar to the character of Peter in his play, with the same British demeanor, he has a very magnetic and charming voice, and his standard subwoofer, so that Gwyneth has whispered to Theorod in private that Jack's singing voice must be equally charming.

"There's really no way you can make him hum a few words while filming? I don't believe you've taken Jude and me away more than once, Theo. Looking at Jack, who was buying souvenirs for his girlfriend not far away, Gwyneth encouraged again.

"Oh, my dear Gwen, it would have been easier to have Peter play a piano piece to Ripley, but singing? What do you ask Ripley to say? 'Peter, darling, do I want to hear you sing a song for me'? This is not Ripley, and Peter doesn't like Ripley like that. If you persuade me, you might as well persuade Tony to add a little revue element. ”

"It's a pity, that's what I'm wishing for this Christmas." Gwyneth sighed in deep regret.

"What are you talking about? Christmas gifts? Jack, who had finished shopping, came over with a gift bag, and he seemed to hear Gwyneth's last words.

"What? Oh yes, I chatted with Theo about skiing and Christmas, and then I wanted to buy you a present, just ...... Let's do this. Gwyneth was anxious and casually pointed to a pair of masks in a nearby mask shop. Theolod glanced at what she was pointing at and almost burst out laughing.

“…… You mean the couple masks? Jack gestured with his head in confusion.

Gwyneth was slightly stunned, she turned her head, just in time to see the two masks in the display case, white ceramic base gold pigment outline, with countless tiny pearls and intricate decorations, almost the first time she saw them, Gwyneth was captured by this pair of gorgeous and delicate masks. These two masks, one is mainly gold and the other is silver, and at first glance they are a pair, and there are many equally beautiful Venetian masks in this mask shop.

“…… So what? Peter and Ripley were originally a couple...... Come, let's go in and have a look......"

Seeing Gwyneth rushing in with such interest, Jack, who didn't know the truth, glanced at Theorod suspiciously, and Theorod just smiled at him soothingly: "It seems that our Miss Paltrow is really in love with these masks, Jack, maybe you can also buy a pair for your girlfriend." ”

"It's a great idea."

After careful selection, both Gwyneth and Jack bought the one they wanted. When they were paying, they were somewhat surprised to see that Theorod also had three pairs in his hand, two of which happened to be the pair they had seen in the window before, you know, each of these Venetian masks was expensive, and the pair in the window was even more expensive.

"Do you want to take it back to your girlfriend too?" Gwyneth looked gossipy, she thought about it, since Theolod became famous, she had never heard of him having a girlfriend or getting close to any lady, and he was only in his early twenties.

"No, it's for my grandmother and friends." Theolod shook his head, and in the face of Gwyneth's playful eyes, he didn't explain much, but just asked people to wrap up the three masks.

Theolod remembers that in his previous life, in that world, his psychiatrist had told him that a person's music could reflect his heart. He always had to find some way to vent all the emotions that he didn't want to say and didn't want to say, those emotions that were held in his heart. He built yì he played guò to do this, whether he could play it or not, whether he recognized the stave or not, he needed to find a breakthrough where he could pour out a qiē, because he thought he had been disguised for too long, so long that he couldn't recognize his true self.

This was the "music therapy" he had set up for him, and when Theorod's condition worsened and simple medicine could no longer relieve his pain, he would vent like this very often, because he didn't have much time to sit quietly in front of the piano or any musical instrument at that time. And after coming to this world, the difference in pursuit has made his situation better, at least a little better than that world, and he has also given up music to vent when he can control it with drugs.

Ripley also needs an outlet at the moment.

From the moment he came to Italy, no, from the moment he was alone in New York, there were piles of darkness in his heart. He disguised himself as a Preston's student to play the piano for upper-class banquets, he went to the theater to work as a temporary job because it gave him access to his favorite operas, he lived in a dark, damp basement, and he worked at least three jobs a day.

For a thousand dollars, he came to Italy, in order to cater to Dickey pretended to like jazz very much, suppressed his feelings for Dickey, after accidentally killing his beloved, he lived as Dickey again, in order to survive he had to disguise himself with lies, and a lie needs more lies to make up for it, until now, he met a person who could gently tolerate him.

However, he had to continue to lie to such a wonderful person.

Ripley sat in front of the piano, unconsciously moving his fingers, his eyes a little empty. He had just returned to Peter's apartment from the Venetian police station, and the agent from Rome showed him a letter left for him by "Dickey". In the letter, "Dickey" committed suicide and left him some money. The affection and hidden affection for Ripley in that letter even led the Roman agents to mistakenly believe that there was something between Dickey and Ripley.

Little did he know that this letter was just all Ripley's humble hopes for Dickie, and that he had so pathetically disguised himself as Dickey and written himself a love letter of farewell. When he saw the letter, the contents of which he had known for a long time, his grief was not fake.

What really pained him was not that Dickey didn't love him, but that even if he didn't love him, he still deceived himself as a humble person.

“…… What kind of tune is this? Anthony whispered to his assistant that this was not the piece he had asked Theolod to prepare, in fact he had not heard this piece of music that made people feel extremely sad and heart-wrenching, and he thought that he had listened to enough of the pathos he had listened to when he was preparing.

The assistant shook his head helplessly, he knew almost nothing about music. But it is undeniable that at the moment when this piece sounds, the person sitting in front of the piano seems to have a gravitational pull that cannot be broken free, and many people give up their work because they are attracted to him.

Peter was also influenced by the music, and he glanced at the gloomy Ripley, and he didn't want Ripley to continue to immerse himself in silent grief, and he began to talk about the suicide note left by "Dickey".

“…… Peter, have you ever thought that if you could throw your own qiē into the basement, close the door, lock the lock, throw away the key, and walk outside again, you would feel like the sun was still shining...... Would you do that? Ripley said suddenly, and he turned his head to look at Peter, like a victim chasing the only light in his life, as if the sun he spoke of gently enveloped him at the moment of their eye contact.

He smiled faintly at Peter, with an eager look in his eyes, as if he were seeking his sunny approval.

Ripley at this time can make anyone willing to do anything for him.

"Then I might need a villa." Jack subconsciously laughed at Theorod and made a soft joke with a sense of comfort.

And Anthony knew that from this moment on, the rhythm was firmly in the hands of Theorod.

Ripley's smile deepened as Peter replied, but soon the smile disappeared again, and he turned his head and lowered his eyes to see his fingers moving over the black and white keys, and another camera perfectly recorded the change in his eyes as hope was gradually replaced by self-deprecation.

"I've always thought so, I thought that when I locked a qiē darkness in the basement, I would be able to soak up the sun, but I was too cold, and the sun burned a qiē, maybe I didn't ......deserve it," Ripley's voice slowly became a little hoarse, and the sad song that had been hitting everyone's hearts was like gradually entering hell, turning into a despair that could not be dissolved.

"When the person holding the □□ appears in the sun, maybe you will impulsively want to rush to him, give him the key, and give him your qiē...... But you can't, because the sun will burn you before you get close to him, and you know that the basement is too dirty and dark, and he only lives in the sun......"

Perhaps the music was too sad, and Ripley only felt himself chilling until his cold body approached a warm chest.

"No one will live in the sun forever." Peter came up behind Ripley, put his head on Ripley's shoulder, stretched out his hand, and put it on the keys, "Hello, Mr. Basement, this must be this piece that has made your little head start to think, you should play a song for joy." ”

Peter took Ripley's hand, played an unusually cheerful tune, and sat down beside him.

Ripley was a little touched by the gentle subwoofer of the people next to him, and he looked at him, a smile more like crying appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes, at that moment, were incomparably clear blue, and the blue ground was heartbreaking.

As he wished, he changed to a light and gentle tune.

"Yes, you're right, Peter, even I thought if I could...... Kick open the door and let the sunlight illuminate every inch of darkness in the basement, if I can get the giant eraser to erase a qiē ......" Ripley said briskly to the brisk tune, but no one would think he was in a very good mood at the moment.

The gentle music was even more lonely and desperate than the previous one.

"If," Ripley looked at Peter, looking at the bewildering but loving tenderness and affection on his face, gradually lowered his head, closed his eyes slightly, smiled shallowly, and muttered quietly, "What ......if"

His shuffling voice, accompanied by the soft music, suffocated the breath of everyone present.

Here, it became Theorod's solo show.