Marshall, who flew to his hometown in Australia for the winter, called Theorod when he returned to Los Angeles safely, Australia was summer at the moment, and Marshall, who had just gotten up, told Theorod on the phone in an extremely ostentatious tone how warm the weather was there, and how pitiful Theorod was trapped in the snowy ski resort for three days.

That tone made Theorod know without asking that he must be holding his little girlfriend Amanda in his arms at this moment, lying on a beach chair, watching the sun rise over the sea in the distance. Compared with Theolod, who was miserable and trapped in the villa for three days and had no water and electricity, and missed Christmas perfectly, he didn't mention how good he was.

Although it is said to be showing off, the other party can find time to make a phone call when he gets off the plane during the romantic time spent together, and Theolod knows in his heart that the other party actually cares about him. So, when Theolod said in a calm tone to Marshall thank him for his concern, the other man's voice sounded more unwilling and unwilling - the child was still as uncute as before.

Theorod's delay in returning home for three days also made Maggie very worried, and driven by the self-blame for leaving Maggie alone for Christmas, Theorod gave Maggie a big hug as soon as he entered the door, and then stood there and was honestly spanked by Maggie. Fortunately, the paparazzi couldn't get into the room, otherwise his image as a heartthrob idol would have been ruined.

"You stinky boy, you have a big heart, you ran around when you were a child, and now you can film everywhere for a year, and you finally go out to play after Christmas breaks, but now it's good, in the event of a snowstorm, what if you are trapped in that week to see you! If it weren't for Nattle taking me over for Christmas, I would have to stay home alone!"

Maggie said as the broom hit Theolod's ass, and although she didn't hit it too hard, it still hurt a little too much. Theolod obediently stood there and let Maggie twitch a few times, and then heard her say that Natle was taking her home for Christmas, and couldn't help but look up at Nattel, who was standing next to her with a cloudy face.

"I'm sorry, grandma, I was wrong. Theolod withdrew his eyes, lowered his head and said to Maggie pitifully, how soft and soft the voice was, docile and well-behaved.

"Do you dare?"

"Don't dare, I swear I'll never dare again. Theolod immediately raised his hand and made a gesture of swearing to the sky, and said seriously, "Grandma, you see that my attitude of admitting my mistakes is so good, can you stop fighting?"

Maggie, who was about to stop, heard this, and slapped it again: "You still dare to bargain?! Look at Nattel, look at people, don't mention how filial this kid is now! Nattel, you say, should you fight?"

Theolod immediately glanced at the current old ambassador of North Las Vegas, who was a good baby on the side, and the other party looked at the sky and the earth, but he didn't look at Theorod: "Yes." ”

So Maggie gave Theolod a broom with a "snap".

"Oh no, no, no, how dare I!, but, grandma, this really hurts......" Theolod had to continue to pretend to be pitiful to Maggie, after all, he knew that it was still grandma who loved her grandson, "I've been worried about you over there, I can't eat or dress well, and I can't contact you, I can't contact anyone, I'm dying, I don't believe you go ask Jude!"

Maggie looked at her grandson's pitiful appearance with her head bowed and pouting, her heart softened, she put down her broom, and touched Theorod's face: "That's not what you asked for, you stupid boy." The blizzard can't get in and out, and you can't get out, you must not have eaten, okay, look at you, you're all thin! I heard that there is a power outage? Isn't that going to freeze to death! Come, let grandma see if you're sick?"

Maggie said, raising her hand and touching Theolod's forehead, making sure that she didn't have a fever before continuing: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back, grandma will cook you your favorite dish in the evening, Nattel, you can also stay for dinner, I went to the supermarket early in the morning to buy something." ”

Theolod nodded hurriedly, and after watching Maggie walk into the kitchen, the pitiful look on his face immediately collapsed, he breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Nattel, and walked upstairs with his luggage.

He heard footsteps behind him at the same time, and Natel followed.

Theolod just pushed the door open, and the sudden extra big hand on his ass scared him, and the painful place that had just been beaten was gently pinched by this hand, and the stinging pain made him almost hit the wall when he wanted to dodge the conditioned reflex, but fortunately, the culprit stabilized his body in time.

"What are you doing?" Theolod didn't expect Natl to come out of nowhere, he pushed him away in anger and embarrassment, turned and retreated into the room, and rubbed his buttocks, which were still a little painful, "Do you want to make things worse or do you want to fall into the ground." ”

Natel looked at his palm, and then at Theolod: "It turns out that you are really in pain, you kid pretended to be like that before, I thought that only Maggie would be deceived by you." ”

"How could I lie to her. Theolod shook his head, turned and took off his tweed coat and scarf, and hung it on a hanger.

"Then why are you willing to lie to me?"

“…… What do you mean?"

Theolod wanted to ask, but Natel pulled the subject back to his ass: "I'm sorry, I should have helped you persuade Maggie at that time." ”

"It's okay, she's been worried for a few days, just let her fight. ”

“…… If you really hurt at all...... I'll rub it for you?"

Theolod looked at Natel, and after a moment of silence, he casually unbuttoned two buttons: "You want to be tonight?"

Natel was stunned for a moment before he reacted to Theorod's meaning, and suddenly, he was irritable again, and several times Theorod even thought that he clenched his fist because he wanted to punch him again, because he knew that his original intention was just to make his ass feel better, plus a little bit of ** meaning, of course he could hear it, he deliberately said it so scum.

Only this time Natel steadied himself, he calmly told him a date, turned around and walked downstairs.

Now, Theolod thinks that if he keeps this attitude for a while, Nattel will probably die completely, after all, after this day, Nattel will disappear from his eyes again.

After the Christmas holidays, Theolod volunteered to return to Herman's house for a re-examination. Herman was a little surprised when he saw him, and his surprise turned into silence when Theorod re-handed him the answers from the previous test, and he realized that Theorod's sudden cooperation at this time definitely had something to do with Dr. Miller, and he also realized that Dr. Miller definitely said something to Theorod, but he didn't say anything.

When the day Nattle said actually came, Theolod found himself unexpectedly less nervous. He wasn't quite sure why he was so calm, he thought it might be because he had more than a lifetime of experience and an old soul that was too old for a normal person, and in any case, it was better to be calm than to be helpless.

Theolod looked at the villa he hadn't visited for a long time, sighed to himself, took out the key and opened the door.

As soon as he entered, the enticing aroma of cooked food wafted through the hall and into Theorod's lungs. He was slightly surprised, he didn't expect Natl to come here earlier, and in his memory, he didn't give him the key to the villa. He followed the scent to the kitchen, and saw Nattell, wearing an apron and oven mitts, just as he brought out the freshly baked pie and placed it on the table.

"You were on time and just in time for dinner. Nattel pretended to be busy removing his gloves and unbuttoning his apron, "By the way, I came in over the wall, and I thought, uh, to surprise you." ”

"But the alarm ......"

"Hmm...... You don't have to be so specific, anyway, I 'quietly' flipped in. ”

Theolod instantly understood his voiceover, he no longer dwelled on the topic, and focused on the food on that table, and a little wave gradually appeared in his eyes, but on the surface, he still remained calm and unmoved: "You have done everything that is not necessary for us to come here." ”

He looked at the dining table, the perfect and intimate dinner, and then at the living room, where there were DVDs on the coffee table in front of the couch - the perfect and cosy after-dinner time for two, and then the bedroom. It's a big set as standard, isn't it?

"......" There was a pause before Natl could speak, as if deliberately avoiding the purpose of their visit, and also joked, "You must know that it is not easy for ordinary people to eat the dishes I make by myself, not to mention that these are your favorites, you are content." ”

"What I like?" Theolod shook his head, "Then you should perfectly replicate the big table of dishes Maggie cooked for me on the day I returned home, that's my favorite, you made the wrong ass." ”

"But, actually, most of those aren't your liking, whether it's Maggie's specialty dish of roast pork with sauerkraut, or spotted trout fillet. ”

“……”

"Maybe you liked it when you were a child, yes, whenever I went to your house at that time, I always saw those dishes that I was tired of eating for a long time. But you don't like those now, you don't like sour food anymore, and you don't like things that smell too fishy. Your taste is on the heavy side, and your favorite lighter thing is only this vegetable consommé, which is best served with a little cream. Nattle said, pushing the bowl of vegetable consommé cooked with cream in front of him.

He's damn right, he doesn't like most of what the "Theorod" of this world likes. And at this moment, the qiē on this table is all him, this Theorod, who likes it.

Theorod thinks that in order to make Maggie happy, his performance in front of Maggie is very successful, and he will maintain the same enthusiasm for any food, even if it is a boxed lunch on the set, and even sometimes, even Theorod himself can't choose his favorite food. But Natle picked it for him, and to be fair, he made it a good taste.

Natl also took out a few bottles of wine, and it seemed that he was well prepared, even taking into account the effects of alcohol.

After the meal, the two were very silent and washed the dishes, and Nattle took out the prepared DVD, the "Godfather" trilogy, as well as a large bowl of popcorn and a whole bottle of ...... Whiskey.

"The Godfather" and popcorn instantly take Theolod back to the day he had just finished recovering from drugs in 1994, when Nattle was excitedly holding a DVD and player from nowhere, holding a big bag of popcorn. Only now, except for "The Godfather" and popcorn, all the qiē has changed, including their two best friends.

This "movie night" is not even warm, Theolod and Natel sit alone on one side of the couch, staring at the screen in silence and drinking wordlessly. After watching the first two parts, when the third part was broadcast, it was late at night, the whiskey was at the bottom, and Natel went to get another bottle, and Theolod was also a little drunk, he wanted to stop him, but he couldn't stop him.

He took a big sip of the bottle, as if that would give him courage.

"We ......"

"Actually......"

Both spoke at the same time.

They looked at each other in tacit understanding, and then looked away at the same time.

"You speak first. ”

"You speak first. ”

“……”

“……”

"Poofha-" The two of them laughed at the same time, and the awkward atmosphere eased somewhat, and Natel smiled and smiled, and took the lead in speaking:

"Actually, I know you gave that DVD, who else but you?"

Theorod's smiling face was gone again.

"I remember the first movie we saw, and you remember it well, but I also know that you liked The Godfather more than that movie. If Roger Rabbit was the first movie that brought you to Hollywood, "The Godfather" is actually more like letting you know that you can't let go of the hobby of acting, right? Fuck vibes, you just can't let go, and if you change the movie, maybe you can still cry a lot. ”

That's right, he's fucking right again, he just can't let it go, he just came to this world, he thought about staying away from acting from now on, but, movies seem to have this fatal charm, he can't quit, he can't let go, and he immediately becomes addicted as soon as he touches it.

"There are so many choices, why would you choose that movie as a gift......" Natle shook his head with a wry smile and took another big sip of wine, "You kid is definitely scared, damn bastard, do you want to tell me that being with a star will only lead to tragedy and betrayal?Do you think you will betray like in the movie or will I betray, why do you start to imagine the worst before a relationship even begins?What about the guy who proudly despises all the critics, all the □□? I fucking hate you like this!"

As soon as Nattle said this, he thought of something, and was stunned, and drank in silence.

“…… Nat, sorry ......"

"No, it's me who should say I'm sorry. Nattle said, staring blankly at the TV screen, "Do you know what that Herman guy gave me?"

"Books. ”

"WhattoDoWhenSomeoneYouLoveIsDepressed," specifically. ”

Theolod froze in place, all he could hear was Natel's voice continuing in his ears: "Describes how to be a pillar for a loved one suffering from depression, yes, I know, I always knew it." ”

"That's why I beat you that day, that's why I pretended to be angry and slammed the door that day, because I know, I know this is what you think, I know that on the surface you are pretending to be normal, but in fact your mental state is not good, you deliberately said that this kind of scum did not happen after the shot, you want me to do this, and I don't want to give you more stimulation and annoy you. Natel said, looking up at the ceiling, smiling bitterly and self-deprecatingly, "But I seem to be annoying you all the time. ”

"That night I told you my own qiē, I hope you can trust me too, you can also tell me your qiē troubles, your pain, I hope you will tell me the truth, I am waiting, I have given you a chance...... Fu*ck, even if you don't have the same feelings for me, even if you only treat me as a brother, isn't my brother the one you can rely on when you're in trouble...... You idiot only likes to be strong, fu*ckyou!"

Theolod had never known that Nattel had been behind him for so long, a wordless pain and sour emotion that choked his throat. He silently stretched out his hand to Natel, and without saying anything, with just one movement, Natel understood what he wanted, and he handed Theolod the half-filled bottle in his hand.

Theolod poured several sips of wine, the hot alcohol irritated his throat and burned his stomach, he coughed, the whiskey slid across the corners of his mouth and into his collar, and he used more whiskey to make up for the liquid that had been lost from the burning throat.

Natel stabbed through the window paper, and Theolod suddenly felt lighter for some reason, as if he could finally hand over the burden he had put on him to someone else. His intellect told him that he could not speak at this time, and another voice in his heart told him that anything he said at this time was a mistake, but the ghost sent the gods, a few people away from him, and Nattel, who sat on the other side of the sofa, gave him a magic that he could open his mouth and shake off any baggage.

"Acting kept me out of depression, but I couldn't quit acting like I was going to ...... drugs"

He heard the words squeeze out of his hot throat, he heard his own voice, with a little choking, and he heard another voice in his heart, growling at him and shutting his mouth—

"I once liked a person of the same sex and it would ruin my acting career and his career, and I could really face my emotions, but I couldn't quit acting like I was going to quit acting. ”

"So we can never because I've given all my love to the show and nothing superfluous. ”

After saying this, Theolod began to pour wine with his head down, and Natel fell silent.

I don't know how long it took, maybe the time had come to turn the clock, and in the fog, Theolod seemed to hear a gentle and inarticulate voice, and said in his ear:

"Happy Birthday, My 'Drug/Addiction' ......"

He felt a familiar warmth on his back.

The two of them were on one side, leaning on the sofa, lying on the table, and fell asleep.