Theolod's good "neealk" seemed to have fallen into the sea as soon as he got out of bed, at least from the fact that he had been a little apprehensive since he woke up, and Natel could not tell any clue from his sleepy-eyed face, and perhaps he had forgotten what he had said in the fog after a while. Worth collecting

Although Theolod had forgotten, Nattle would not have forgotten, and he would not have forgotten Herman's phone call, and it turned out that Theorod's condition was getting worse and worse. Of course he understood Herman's intentions, he wasn't stupid, otherwise he wouldn't have sent all his enemies to prison and still get away with it, but he didn't want to be the traitor who made the little report.

Theolod came out of the bathroom and saw Natel sitting on the edge of the bed, and he didn't know what the other party was thinking, and his brows were furrowed, making him look a little fierce, and people who didn't know would think that this big guy was losing his temper. He simply walked up to him and threw the towel over his head.

"Wipe my hair, can you?" he sat down beside Nattel, facing him.

Natel had no objection, he took a towel and wrapped Theorod's wet hair, Theorod lowered his head slightly, quietly enjoying Nattel's service. The height difference between the two of them was just right, and Natter didn't need to get up to wipe Theolod's hair, The soft and wet black hair became messy and fluffy under the constant rubbing of the towel, Looking at the hair like a chicken nest, Nattel finally let go of his brows, couldn't help but chuckle, and the strength of his hand was also a little lighter.

He put down the towel and reached out to grab Theorod's hair, straightening them out.

"Sorry, that's a lot better. Natel said with a smile.

"Thank you. Theolod stroked his half-dried hair, took the towel from Nattel's hand, and stood up.

Seeing that he seemed to be leaving, Natel couldn't help but shout: "Theo......"

But when he stopped him, he didn't know what to say, he was going to persuade him to give himself a few more days off, as long as they were tougher on their side, the crew of "Phantom of the Opera" would definitely agree, but the words came to his lips and couldn't speak, he knew very well that Theorod's character and sense of responsibility, when it came to acting, no matter what he said, it was useless.

Thinking of this, Natel could only smile bitterly in his heart and silently lowered his head: "I forgot to tell you that you are the guest of honor for Best Actress at this Oscar, and you will ...... on March 25 next year?"

Natel was a little surprised, because Theorod suddenly wrapped a towel around his neck and forced him to look up at him with a slight force.

"I'm behaving strangely, isn't I?"

“…… Uh, you mean you're not quite active right now?"

"What? Okay," Theolod also realized that his posture was not very good, and he immediately let go, "Nat, I'm Theo, Theolod Lecht, I can take care of myself, in fact, the next play after the completion of "The Phantom of the Opera", I haven't looked for the **, maybe my workaholic style that just entered the entertainment industry at the beginning scared you, so that you think I have to make more than two movies a year before I give up? I promise you, the next movie, we will look for it together, what do you say?"

Theorod's message is clear: one, I know you're going to make small moves but you'd better not do that, two, I know I need some time off, and three, I want you to be involved in my life.

Natel smiled, and this time, it was he who hooked Theorod in front of him with a towel, and he added a follow-up to complete the pose - he kissed Theorod on the lips, so naturally.

"Then I might pick a big bad movie. ”

"So, I'm looking at you. ”

"Then you might have to look a little tighter. Suddenly Natel reached out and pulled Theolod, who had been hunched down in front of him, to sit on his lap and cling to him. The man who had just taken a shower still had the scent of lemon, and needless to say he must have used the shower gel he had prepared for him, and the person who was kissing in his arms was wearing only cotton t-shirts and shorts, which made Nattle wish he had one or two less clothes on his body.

He involuntarily and very skillfully put his hands on the opponent's buttocks and forcefully put them, so that the person who was sitting on his lap sat directly on his crotch.

“…… I hope you'll remember Maggie downstairs. Sensing the other party's small movements, Theolod had to push him away helplessly, but what made him even more helpless was that Natel actually lay down.

"So, if Maggie wasn't downstairs?" Nattel laughed wickedly and scoundrelly, and he rested his arms and looked at Theorod riding on top of him with great enjoyment.

Theolod laughed at the childishness, he didn't want to stay in the same room with this stupid dog who seemed to be in ♂ heat ♂, so he simply got out of bed and put on his pants.

"Oh, Theo, we can't always rely on Plato or fingers, can we?" grumbled Nattel.

Theolod actually thought about it seriously, and then told him with a serious face: "Maybe it's possible." With that, he left the room without looking back.

“…… Theolod Lecht, me back, what are you kidding!"

Christmas 2000 did not have any Christmas trips scheduled, and as in previous years, the Lecht and Pop families spent it together. A few days after Christmas, the list of nominees for the 73rd Academy Awards was announced, which was an unusual one, because this edition had an extra dark horse from China - "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon", which won ten Oscar nominations including Best Picture and Best Director, which made Theorod a little interested.

As we all know, the Oscars are a feast for academics, a world for white people, both in Theorod's world and in this world. Although white domination has improved in recent years, the yellow race is still excluded from the stage.

The academics would rather give trophies to blacks than to Asians. In Theorod's world, there are sometimes a few dark horses from the East, but in the end, they can only go home with one or two less important awards, and sometimes not even a single award.

So, while "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" is a very good film — as evidenced by the Best Picture and Best Director nominations — Theolod doesn't think the old diehards will suddenly turn around, and given the fact that the films of the same period are very competitive, the dark horse "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" may not have been as smooth as it seems.

However, as a Chinese-language film that can win so many nominations at the Oscars, the movie itself must be so good that the old guys have nothing to say. It's a pity that Theorod missed the release of the movie, and he can only buy back the DVD and study it well. This research made him suddenly fascinated by the magical Chinese director Ang Lee, in all fairness, if this movie is not a Chinese film and the director is not Chinese, it may not be clear who will win this Oscar.

Theolod began to look for the director's previous works, but as a not yet well-known Chinese director, his work was not easy to find at all, and some of them were Chinese films that had not been translated, perhaps only in China or Taiwan. Theorod searched for a long time, but only found his three recent films, "Sense and Sensibility", "The Ice Storm" and "Riding with the Devil".

By this time, the finishing touches on the filming of The Phantom of the Opera had begun, and Theolod had to give up the idea of going to China and fly back to England. Fortunately, with his efficiency, his role is nearing the end of the filming, and he will be finished in less than a week.

Looking at the rainy day of the British specialty that he hadn't seen for a long time, Theorod sighed, it was not a lie that the weather could affect people's moods, but the Phantom needed this gloomy day.

Theorod returns to the set. Because there is no part for them at the moment, Anne and Patrick are not over the Christmas break, they will return in the last two days of the week to shoot the last scene with Theorod, and then Theorod will be finished. Schumacher put the last high/tide scene of Phantom, Christine and Raul at the end, perhaps because the three of them had already cultivated a tacit understanding at this time, and it can be seen that Schumacher cares about the high/high tide of this ending.

In this scene, the completely desperate phantom destroys the theater's chandelier, ties Christine into the dungeon, and confronts Raul, who came to save the beauty, directly uses mechanisms and ropes to control the other party, and then threatens Christine with his life, letting her accompany her for the rest of her life.

In that moment, the darkness that had been accumulated in the heart for a long time exploded, love and jealousy were mixed, and the hysterical and twisted phantom could become a nightmare for everyone. Patrick could even feel the rope around his neck pressing down on his throat, Theolod, no, the Phantom really hated himself, he tied him to the prison door, the rope strangled his wrist red, but he didn't care about it at all.

Because he caught a glimpse of the phantom's eyes at that moment, it was a dead silence without any light, and the fire of the dungeon even plated his eyes with a layer of blood red.

He's going to kill him, and he's even going to kill her impulsively if he doesn't get Christine!

However, the Phantom did not show that desperate hysteria, no angry roar, no twisted body movements, he turned to look at Christine, and with one hand he stranded the black hair that had scattered to his forehead to the back of his head, showing his half-angel, half-devil face in front of Christine.

"Now, you have to make a choice, my love or hate, you have to trade your love, for the freedom of this thief. ”

The Phantom's slightly hoarse singing voice was as mesmerizing as ever, and he sang the sorrow of his heart, and in the gentlest and most gentlemanly way, he smiled, put one hand on his chest, and stretched out his hand to Christine, as if he were not the executioner who could take the life of another mercilessly, but a gentleman who was proposing to his beloved.

But he was even more terrible than the crazy executioner, and his smile was like the grin of a demon that Christine couldn't get used to until now, and now the demon wanted to take her to hell.

Such a person used to be her mentor, her idol from childhood to adulthood, and hers, a musical angel.

Irrepressibly, Christine's heart welled up with countless grievances, disappointments, hatred, and even a trace of sympathy.

Looking at the look on Anne's face, Schumacher couldn't help laughing, this is what he wanted, although Theorod, who should have been crazy and roared out of the song angrily, changed the scene again, but Anne's emotions were still hooked up by him, so it was enough, that trace of sympathy was simply a stroke of genius! 166 Reading Network