"Well, let me take a good look......" said Theorod, his accent becoming strange for a moment, as if he had a mouthful of water in his mouth, as if he had pressed a small pebble in his throat, and his playful curly tongue and upturned tone made his bright baritone sound particularly sexy.

Anthony noticed that the man across from him suddenly straightened his back and left the back of the chair where he had been able to relax and lean, leaving about a fist between his back and the back of the chair. It was a very formal seat, and his arms were not resting on the armrests as before, and when they appeared on the table, Anthony noticed that the cuffs of his light blue shirt had been buttoned up at some point.

From the moment Theolod placed his hands on the table, Anthony sensed something different in him, not in his accent, but in a sense of temperament. If Theorod, who chatted with Anthony before, was a gentle and easy-going elegant gentleman in terms of temperament, then at this moment, although his clothes were not formal, and although his collar was only loosely tied to the penultimate button, he gave Anthony the feeling that he was a stereotypical guy who paid attention to neatness, restraint and strictness, and even had a little abstinence/lust.

However, on his face, there is a charming smile that is hotter than enthusiasm, more dazzling than the warm sun, seemingly charming but not amorous, like a natural * master, the sincerity and tenderness in those blue and green eyes that make people can't take their eyes off can almost make everyone who is stared at believe that he is the most beautiful lover in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Minghella, I'd love to find someone here who will make me more involved in the play, but why did I meet you before this?"

There was a hint of southern Italy in his accent, but it didn't quite resemble it, the vague and unpredictable ambiguity like his smile, occupied by strong hormones, as if his voice were a kind of love talk. However, Anthony noticed that there was a subtle hint of imperceptible behind the fascination of the voice...... Nervous and embarrassed!just like his reddish auna!

This is the first time Anthony has seen in his life, there is really such a person in this world, who can perfectly integrate the stereotype of unkind words and the romance of love words!

"Perfect! If I were a woman or a gay man, maybe I'd be tempted right now!" Anthony laughed and applauded after a moment's pause.

"Oh, that's the end of it? I haven't uttered the love phrase that almost every Italian would have - 'I'm probably sick, why else would my heart beat so fast when I see you?'"

"Haha, okay, okay, leave this sentence to your lover. But really, how did you do that, Mr. Lechte?

"Yes, it's the genes that do the magic. Theorod reverted back to the elegant gentleman, and he made a joke and waved his hand, "Actually, I'm just thinking that the point is not how to imitate the Italian nature of love words, but the conflict between the Germans, who imitate them, which are diametrically opposed to the Italian character. I know how Italians say love words, but when they make me say them, I feel embarrassed and even unbelievable, and in order to make myself look like an Italian, I have to resort to other things, such as voices and smiles, trying to cover up my unnaturalness. ”

"And that strange ...... I don't even know how to imitate the accent?"

"First, you try to speak a few words of native German, then, a few more words of Italian, then you speak Italian in a German tone, and finally, you speak English in a German tone that imitates the Italian tone. ”

"So, ...... should this feeling?" Anthony imitated awkwardly, and found that his tongue couldn't get around at all, so he had to give up, "Forget it, I thought it would be difficult for Americans to learn British accents or Britons to learn Texas accents, but it turns out that your accent is more likely to make people's tongues cramp." ”

"It's just the advantage of being good at a few languages. Theorod said modestly.

"Ok, I already know that you have a very good talent for languages. Anthony shrugged his shoulders and asked as if he didn't care, "What else do you like to do besides acting......?" Learn a musical instrument or two?"

"That's what I'm going to do. Theorod nodded, he couldn't tell Anthony that he was really good at a few instruments, and now most people in Hollywood knew that he was a "bad boy" with a low degree of education, and he didn't have a mother who was a musicologist. "It's just that I'm still thinking about which instrument to start with. ”

"Then I recommend you the piano, Mr. Lecht. Anthony looked at Theorod with a smile on his face, as if to hint at him.

This character is good at playing the piano.

Theolod took a sip of his tea: "Very well, thank you for giving me a goal, Mr. Minghella." ”

"Do we really have to call each other Mr. and Mr. all the time? I don't seem to be that strict, do I? I'll call you Theo, you call me Anthony, Tony, that's fine. Anthony said, making a gesture.

"Now, Theo, can I ask you to give me a facial look? Let's think of it as another game, let's say, you have a person you like, his appearance, his character, his life, his qiē all fascinate you, but you are a poor creature with extremely low self-esteem, you know that he will never respond to you, and that he is destined to leave your life, but you don't care, you just want to stay by his side for a few more days. And at this time, he is tired of you, he wants to leave you, he wants to drive you away, how will you react?"

Falling in love with someone who will never respond to his love?Falling in love with someone who is destined to leave him?The perfect smile hides Theorod's slightly trembling eyes, he leans back in his chair, his hands on his chest, his legs folded, and he doesn't know if it's a joke or something else: "'He', huh?"

"Oh...... Orshe, you're just a slip of the tongue for me. ”

Anthony saw that Theolod on the other side had begun to bow his head and ponder, as if he had been fooled by him, but he did not feel relieved at all, on the contrary, he thought that in fact, this smart child had long realized what kind of person his character was.

This made him very interested in what he would do next, so he sat patiently in place, drinking tea, and waiting for the other party to brew his feelings.

Theolod didn't brew for long, at least Anthony had just picked up the teacup and had not yet taken a sip of tea before the kid across from him moved.

Although he still maintained the demeanor of looking down at the ground, his hands gradually clenched the armrests of the chair, and at that moment, the excessively beautiful smile on his face turned into bitterness and stubbornness, and the two thin lips that were slightly open seemed to want to say something, but his vocal cords seemed to be burned by the burning emotions buried in his heart, and he couldn't make any sound.

The man who had been so charming not long ago had turned into a lowly, begging for love in this moment. Anthony could see the other's long, low-hanging eyelashes, trembling like dead leaves in the cold wind, and the rapid breathing from agitation and uncontrollable exertion suddenly calmed down as his long, colorless fingers, pale and colorless from exertion, left the armrest of his chair like an electric shock, and interlocked his fingers uneasily.

At the moment when those reddish eyes looked at him, Anthony suddenly realized that there was no longer any "if I were a woman or a gay man, I would have been impressed by his charm" No one can maintain peace of mind under this kind of gaze, those eyes, hazy and watery, under the illumination of the light, are like hiding an endless sea of stars, so fragile, so humble, the feelings that are deeply suppressed in the bottom of his heart, at this moment, almost break through the strong restraint on his surface.

With his eyes, he said the love he would never dare to say, so timid, so cautious, but before Anthony could react, he looked away in fear, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth that was enough to make people heartbreaking. He finally spoke, his voice very calm, but also very weak: "You said we were friends. ”

Theorod's expression at the moment has completely exceeded Anthony's expectations, and the ghost has sent the gods, and he said the lines from the script: "No, I never thought of it that way. ”

Anthony spotted the other's hands and froze.

"Actually, I'm relieved that you're leaving, and I think we've been putting up with each other for a long time. ”

Theolod raised his head in an instant, like a wounded and helpless child, looking at Anthony in disbelief.

"You're like a parasite, you know? And you're boring, very, very, very boring......"

As Anthony's lines progressed, the emotion in Theolod's eyes changed a little, from sadness and disbelief at the beginning, to silence and restraint later, to struggle and grief later, until finally, when Anthony's words landed, his broken eyes still carried ......

Uncontrollable, self-defeating love, and fleeting ...... Hate.

Love is not beautiful sometimes, it can turn into a nightmare.

Anthony was completely stunned, but after that, Theolod did not continue to perform, he slowly closed his eyes, calming his feelings that he did not know whether it was true or false.

In fact, even he himself was not sure how he would react if Marshall in the previous life had treated him like this.

After the shock, Anthony fell into deep thought, and there was a brief silence between the two.

"I must confess to you, Theo, that you are indeed the best person for my main character. Anthony didn't know what other reason could convince him to give up on Theorod at the moment, so he changed his tone to a calmer and more sincere tone. "You've completely touched me, but I think before you make your choice, you have to understand the nature of the film. ”

Theolod, who had not yet completely calmed himself down, only made a gesture of please, but did not speak.

"I don't know if you've seen Alain Delon's "Angry Sands", this movie, like "Angry Sands", is based on Patricia Highsmith's "The Genius Ripley", the story of a poor boy who steals the identity of a rich boy. But -- and I'm sure you've got the experience -- our Ripley is gay, bisexual, to be precise. ”

"I knew that once the movie was released and the audience perceived Ripley's sexuality, they would define the movie as bad, so I needed an actor who was domineering enough to shift everyone's attention from Ripley's sexuality to his complex inner world. Of course, after all, you're still young, and it's okay if you're worried about the impact this movie will have on your future path. ”

After Anthony finished speaking, he looked at Theorod quietly. It's hard to imagine that he himself would have such a nervous day waiting for an actor's reply.

And the other party's answer made him completely relieved - "If you don't care about my pressure and free play at all, I believe I have the ability to help you do it." As for other trivial matters, I think my agent, Mr. Upton, would be happy to talk to you. ”

Theorod walked out of the coffee shop, and it was a rare cloudy day in Los Angeles today.

When Marshall informed Theolod of the agreed meeting time and place with Anthony, he also told him that today was also the day he went to the hospital for a follow-up visit and had the brace removed. He had told him to inform Nattle or Herman when he was done with the interview, and they would naturally come and take him to the hospital.

But at this moment, somehow Theorod wanted to be alone for a while, so he turned off his phone and took a taxi to the hospital by himself.

The wound on his bone was not bad, but the scar on his arm was probably a little ugly. Theolod looked at the hideous flesh-red scar, lowered his sleeve, thanked the doctor, and walked out of the consultation room.

"If you're wondering where the best guys are for tattooing a scar, I'd be happy to recommend a few for you. A voice suddenly came from behind Theorod, and he turned around with some surprise to see Nattel, who had been leaning against the wall of the aisle since now, waiting with his hands in his pockets.

"I doubt very much now that you have a dognose, otherwise, how would you know I'm here?" Theolod laughed teasingly.

Natel looked at the smile on his face, frowned slightly, as if he sensed something, but it was only a moment, and soon, he regained his original look of grace, stepped forward, and rubbed Theolod's neck and rubbed his soft blonde hair vigorously as if the two of them were still in North Las Vegas: "I have my own way to find you." ”

Theorod froze in place, and it took him a long time to realize that he seemed to have been touched on the head by a child in the same way he treated a child, and this fact made him not know whether he should cry or laugh, so he had to helplessly pick the hair on his head that had been messed up by Natle and let him go.