Theolod arrived in Naples, Italy, on the evening of August 11. Although the body never returned to Italy, Italy was no stranger to Theorod. Looking at the brightly lit port of Naples, from the plane, the impression of Naples is still like that.

The coast of Santa Lucia under the night sky resembles a sleeping maiden, and the bright lights are like pearls after pearls, the ancient capital of the Bourbon dynasty has deposited its past glory on the shores of the Mediterranean, leaving only melodious legends whispering in people's ears. In the distance, Mount Vesuvius remains as a vague and silent black shadow, standing quietly across the Bay of Naples. Few people remember the name of this active volcano, and only when they face the devastation of Pompeii beneath its feet, do they let out a low sigh.

Looking at the city that was about to fall into a deep sleep, Theorod had some sighs in his heart. In his previous life, he had been here many times, to Italy, to Naples, he had walked through the streets of every small town in Italy, and unlike others, Naples was the www.biquge.info of his pen and the end of every one of his trips to Italy.

Because this is the city where his mother was born and raised, and it is also the city where his mother and father first met. The beautiful and enthusiastic Italian teenage musician met a disciplined German university professor on the shores of Santa Lucia, something that Theolod remembers his mother often talking about when he was a child. He doesn't remember much about his parents, but he still remembers when they met in Italy, reunited in Germany, fell in love in Vienna and got married in the United States.

Theorod thought about it, and the mother of this "Theorod" seemed to be from Neapolitan, but how they ended up together, "he" never seemed to have heard them mention it, and it was not known.

Maybe it was because he was touched by the scene, or maybe he was too tired after a long day of traveling, and Theolod became a little silent.

"The hotel has arranged for you, after getting off the plane, the driver sent by the hotel will take you back to the hotel, you have a good night's rest in the hotel, and tomorrow we will leave for Positano." Nartre mistook Theolod's silence for exhaustion, and he whispered, "Your new personal assistant will join you in Positano, and I'll rush back to the United States." ”

After Nattel resigned from his job as a personal assistant, Theorod gave him a promotion, leaving all his logistics work in his hands, which was equivalent to a promotion from a personal assistant to a supervisor - of course, Marshall's objections were ignored by Theorod - so he re-found a personal assistant for Theorod, and it became his job.

He quickly recommended a candidate to Theorod, Theorrod looked at this kind of thing very lightly, he trusted Nattel, since he was the person recommended by Nattel, it meant that Natl also trusted the other party, so he agreed without saying anything. So now, the new assistant, recommended by Natle, will meet up with Theolod at the first location of the crew, and Natel will leave after dropping him off at his destination.

Although Theolod thought that Nattel's send-off was unnecessary, but at the insistence of the other party, he had to go.

Theolod replied softly to show that he understood, and he watched the plane gradually fall on the runway, his eyes were slightly downcast, and he turned his head to Natel and said, "Tomorrow I want to go around Naples." ”

Natel was slightly stunned, thought about it and nodded: "Of course, if you want to stay in Naples for an extra day, we can go to the town of Positano on the thirteenth, and I can find you a local guide who understands English to take you around." ”

"No, I have half Italian blood in my veins, Nat, I know a little Italian, and tomorrow it's just the two of us, two friends, just go around, put the work aside, and treat it as a paid tour for you." Theorod patted Natel on the shoulder and said with a smile.

So...... Tomorrow, two people, alone, traveling in Naples, Italy? sounds ...... It seems a bit like dating. Natl was extremely glad that he insisted on sending Theolod over in the first place, otherwise, he would definitely not have been able to take this extremely rare paid leave. It's just that...... For some reason, Natel always felt that although Theolod was smiling, he was not in high spirits.

came to the hotel to check in, and the two made an appointment to meet the next day, and then took their respective room cards back to their respective rooms. Theolod took a hot bath, but he didn't choose to go to bed early, he turned off the lights in his room, sat in front of his desk in a bathrobe, the floor lamp next to the workbench was the only light in the room, and the soft light fell right on the script and notebook on the table, this quiet and dim environment could help him to get into the play.

Ripley, who lost his parents since he was a child, Ripley, who has low self-esteem, Ripley, who is weak, Ripley, who is lovable, Ripley, who is smart and sensitive, Ripley, who is calm and composed, Ripley, who is good at disguise, Ripley, who yearns for warmth and love, and Ripley, who will do anything to survive......

Deeply in love with a man who can never respond to himself, who will always run away from his feelings, who will never bear fruit, and who just wants to stay by his side and enjoy being shrouded in his warmth, such a humble Ripley.

Finally found a man who was willing to protect himself, protect himself, and love him deeply, but in the end he still lost each other, lost a qiē, and killed the two beloved loves of his life, the pathetic Ripley.

Theolod looked at the make-up mirror on the desk, and the person in the mirror had a pair of fragile, bright and distressing eyes, strange and familiar.

You're Ripley.

Theolod staggered to his feet, pushed open the floor-to-ceiling windows, walked out of the room, and came to the balcony, leaning over the railing with both hands, looking at the sleeping city, the sporadic lights in the distance and the cool summer evening breeze blowing from the Mediterranean, which made his head sober a lot.

Ripley has so much in common with him that this role almost allows Theolod to jump into the play quickly without much preparation. He sighed lightly, rubbed his eyebrows, and was just about to go back to his room to sleep when a familiar voice came from not far away.

"Can't you kid sleep because of jet lag?"

Natel stood on the balcony next door to Theorod and said with some surprise, still holding a can of beer in his hand. He also seemed to have just taken a shower, his hair had not been dried yet, he was naked/naked, and he only had a bath towel tied to his lower body, which was still a little low, even if there was not much light around, but the moonlight was enough for Theorod to see the faint "Fu*ckyouwithmy" tattoo on his lower abdomen, and of course, the reverie arrow was hidden under the bath towel.

Presumably, after taking a shower, he went to the balcony to breathe, and met Theolod who was also staying on the balcony.

"No, I just can't sleep and want to read the script and do some preparation. Theorod looked away quietly. He admits that Nattell's figure is indeed a particularly perfect figure, and he does not deny that this kind of lean and slender figure that is neither too strong nor too thin is what he admires the most. He's working on that size, but he's not as tall as Nattell.

Natel also realized that he was a little embarrassed to dress now, after all, there was no such thing as panties under this bath towel, and he touched his still wet hair, trying to divert his attention: "Need help?"

"What?"

"The script, if you need a sparring partner or something, I can read it with you, it is said that this can help you get into the play or something, God knows. Natel said, as if thinking of something, and added, "Well, you wait for me, and I'll go to you when I'm dressed." To be honest, I really wanted to try it when I watched those movies before, I haven't tried acting yet, maybe I still have acting talent. ”

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Theorod to react, he walked into his room, leaving Theorod's words of refusal in his throat. Although Nattle is very reasonable, having someone to accompany him can indeed help him get into the play, but the problem is that he has not encountered difficulties in entering the play, and ...... I don't know why Theolod always thinks that Natl seems to have ulterior motives?

Probably because he was too careful, after Natel was politely rejected by him, he probably figured it out, the relationship between the two of them is now back to normal, and Natel has been in the entertainment industry for so long and has indeed not tried to read a script or anything like that, maybe he is really a little curious about this - after all, most people in the world are very curious about acting - Theorod doesn't mind helping his good friend have a good time.

So Theorod went back to his room, and it wasn't long before Natl rang the doorbell.

"Why is your room so dark? I think your movie isn't a horror movie, I didn't expect you to be so frugal. Natel looked at the only floor lamp in the room and said with a little disgust, but he didn't reach out to turn on the main lamp in the room, but consciously walked to the minibar and took out a bottle of whiskey.

When Theolod saw him take out two cups, he immediately spoke, trying to stop the other party's behavior: "Actually, I don't need ......"

"Don't pretend, man, we all know you drank spicier wine when you were ten years old, and you don't have to act like a good baby before you are twenty-one, and you don't forget who carried you back to your room the other day. Natel said, and shoved the glass into Theorod's arms, and Theorod reluctantly complied with him and took it.

Nattel, on the other hand, sat on the bedside stool and crossed his legs like an uncle: "Where do we start?" I promise you'll be amazed at my acting skills. ”

"Yes, Mr. Pope, you're Hollywood's biggest star. Theolod smiled helplessly, looked at the page of the script spread out, and took it directly to Nattel, "Then start with this scene." ”

Theolod had no intention of really pitting Natel against himself, so he didn't look at the scene he picked at all, but Natel looked at the script and couldn't help but jerk out of his temples - he saw a word, bathtub. The script depicts the scene as Ripley and Dickie, who is soaking in the bathtub, playing chess by the bathtub. Natel took a general look at the plot, and the more he looked down, the more strange his expression became.

"Are you sure it's this scene?" said Nattel, unfolding the script.

Theorod, who had memorized the script a long time ago, looked at the text upside down, and a smile froze on his face, he didn't know that he would choose this scene if he chose it casually. This is a turning point in Ripley's relationship with his crush Dickey, in which Ripley implicitly confides in Dickey for the first time, and his lines are full of sexuality/innuendo.

Theorod plays Ripley, Natel plays against Theorod, and Dickey is naturally done by Nattel, so ......

No, it's nothing, it's just a show, it's just acting, and Natl ...... Yes, Nattle certainly understands this, he is a smart kid.

As the atmosphere between the two became more and more awkward, Theorod broke the silence, he looked at Natel, his eyes were a little puzzled, and his attitude was extremely natural: "Is there any problem? If you want to change the scene, you can do it, I have memorized all of Ripley's lines." ”

“…… No, no problem, of course not, just this scene. Natel immediately shook his head in denial.

Jokes, a fool will replace this scene!