As Jean Georges left the city, the skies of New York began to drizzle and the night began to get wet, and Lance sent Charlize back to the hotel, where Charlize cooperated to put down a maze again in front of the reporters, and it seemed that tomorrow's major newspapers were going to be lively. By the time Lance arrived at the Four Seasons Hotel www.biquge.info it was already midnight.

Pushing open the door of the room, the lamps on both sides of the sofa in the hall lit up, and there was a slight commotion from the sofa, which made Lance's footsteps stop, and the muscles of his whole body tensed, so late, who was in his room?

Through the hazy halo, Lance saw a figure sit up straight from the sofa, rubbing his eyes with his right hand, and said lazily in a slurred voice with sleepiness, "Lance? You're back? "The voice is...... Michael Fassbinder?

Lance turned on the chandelier in the hall, the golden light poured down, and the whole room became bright, and then he saw Michael, who had buried his head in his hands because it was too dazzling, his tense emotions slowly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth relaxed to outline a shallow arc, "Why are you here?" ”

Michael looked up, with a hint of stunned and embarrassed on his face, "You didn't mean it...... Waiting for you in the room? It's just that I didn't think to wait and wait, and then I fell asleep. ”

Lance's memory was reawakened, and he had obviously forgotten about it all day, "Have you had dinner?" Lance hung his coat on the hanger at the door, then took off his blazer to get used to the temperature inside.

"Nope." Michael touched his stomach, and after being reminded by Lance, he felt hungry, and his stomach gurgled and screamed.

Lance laughed dumbly, presumably Percy had forgotten that Michael was still here, and Michael didn't dare to order room service by himself, so he walked to the phone, "This is Strello." Bring me dinner...... Yes, the chef's menu, followed by a bottle of red wine...... For dessert......" Lance looked back at Michael, who was sitting on the couch, "an ice cream scoop will do." As soon as possible. ”

After hanging up, Lance turned his head, "I can take a little break today and taste some desserts, but this is the last day, and then we have to start working." Michael's mind couldn't turn for a while, and he didn't understand Lance's words, but before he could speak, Lance rolled up his sleeves, "You eat dinner first, and we'll talk after dinner." With that, Lance walked into the bedroom and disappeared into the bathroom doorway.

Michael looked at the hotel room that had resumed quiet again, at a loss, and his eyes were full of confusion, "Work? What works? ”

I had just been drenched in some rain outside, and the joint in my left hand began to ache again. He had lived on the West Coast all these years, and the old problem in his left hand had not recurred for many years, and he had almost forgotten it, not expecting that after only two months of living in New York, the sharp pain would once again awaken memories that had been sleeping for a long time. It's only autumn.

Michael was tasting the brisket on the plate, and then he heard a small sound from the bedroom, and he couldn't help but get nervous, and quickly looked up, and then saw Lance wearing a white T-shirt and dark gray slacks, his hair was wet and steaming, and that casual and relaxed posture was something he had never seen before. It seems, as if, this was the first time he had seen Lance in an unexpected shirt and the laziness of his gestures slowly spreading in the silence of the night, and Michael couldn't help but burp.

Lance's playful voice came, "Don't be in a hurry," and Michael retracted his gaze in a panic, and then continued to enjoy his dinner in a proper manner. In Michael's eyes, Lance has always had the aura of "director", and the high-ranking director's identity made him admire, admire, and yearn for, but they were never friends. Now Michael can't help but wonder if his urgent move to come to the door today has crossed the line of "work partner", as if a subordinate has broken into his boss's home.

It's not Reims' home, it's just a hotel.

Michael comforted himself like this, and his mood relaxed a little, "Don't be too inhibited, just treat this place as your home." Lance's voice came again, which made Michael choke directly, and he couldn't swallow the piece of beef in his mouth, so he could only chew it twice, and asked hesitantly, "Uh...... Are you going to join me? ”

"That's for one person." Lance walked down the hall into the dining room with a relaxed expression on his face, and then sat down across from Michael.

Michael hurriedly put down the knife and fork, "Lance, I hope to star in ...... 'Mad Max 4'." Michael couldn't wait to speak, but saw Lance smile, "You swallow the food first." Michael was a little embarrassed, chewed a few times, and then swallowed the beef stiffly, almost choking, took a big sip of red wine, and then raised his head, "I'm serious, I want to be a part of the crew of 'Mad Max 4'!" Any character! I mean, I don't have any problems with any role! ”

Lance raised his eyebrows and tapped his chin slightly, "So, you came to the door today, just for this matter?" Michael nodded repeatedly, his eyes flashing with urgency, and looked at Lance earnestly and urgently, trying to find clues in those eyes, and then he saw the corners of Lance's mouth tugging down, "You're a step late, I've promised to give Leonardo more supporting roles." ”

Michael's eyes widened, and the undisguised disappointment welled up, did he miss it again? Thinking of the meeting between Lance and Leonardo this afternoon, Michael was annoyed, but this mood only lasted for a moment, and then he looked at Lance again, "I don't mind the weight, and the other characters are no problem." The point was that I was able to be a part of the work. ”

"The main thing I think is that you can get more acting opportunities in this production." Lance's rebuttal made Michael stunned directly, but it was only for a moment before Michael shook his head and said seriously, "No, the point is that I want to cooperate with you." Even if it's a cameo like in 'Fruit Hard Candy'. ”

Michael knew that with Lance, he could learn a lot of things, both in and out of the play, which was something that could not be experienced in the acting school. The onlookers of "Hard Fruit Candy" opened the door to a whole new world for Michael, and really made him realize that the show could still be played out like this.

"But...... It would be nice if there were more scenes. Michael said in a smug voice, only to feel that his cheeks were slightly hot.

Lance handed over a stack of papers, "You can take a look." It was only then that Michael noticed that Lance had a thick stack of drawing paper in his hand when he came over, and he took it in confusion and slowly flipped through it.

As he flipped through the pages, Michael's eyes changed from bewildered to amazing, his pupils gradually bloomed, and then he looked at Lance with curiosity, and there was a faint hint of expectation in his words, "...... is this?" He didn't even dare to continue, his uneasiness was hard to express.

"Here's your character storyboard." Lance replied in the affirmative, and then he saw that Michael was stunned, and then he clenched his fists and stood up screaming, "Oh yes! It looked like a winner of the boxing belt, and when the roar was over, Michael's eyes brightened as he looked at Lance, "So, are you sure?" That's my role? ”

Lance pointed to the drawing paper in Michael's hand, and said lightly, "These are not backed up, they are torn, so ......" The sentence made Michael's upright chest collapse immediately, and he sat down obediently, spread the drawing paper on the table, and carefully smoothed out the folds.

Finally rearranging the drawing paper, Michael looked up again, "Lance, what role am I playing this time?" Can you tell me about it? Now everyone says that this work is written about the end of the world, but it is different from the 'day after tomorrow', so what kind of world is it? I just looked at these storyboards, and everyone in them was dressed in strange costumes, and the sky was full of wind and sand? What kind of style is this? Why is this character's mouth metallic? But the skin is so pale? ”

The eyes were shining, like a curious baby, one question after another, and the slightly trembling voice was full of irrepressible excitement, "What you need to do now is to exercise well, I need you to maintain your current figure, in the movie, you take off your shirt all the time." ”

"Like in '300 Warriors'?" Michael understood immediately, and then began to gear up, "Okay, no problem! Is there anything else to keep in mind? ”

"Listen to heavy metal rock." Lance's answer made Michael stunned, obviously not understanding what was going on, but looking at Lance's calm eyes, Michael still swallowed all the questions with a knowing understanding, nodded and said that he understood.

Then Michael lowered his head and began to flip through the stack of drawing papers again, and looked at it carefully, but he couldn't help but secretly raise his head and glance at Lance, and stopped talking, after three times, he still couldn't hold back, and raised his head again, "So, what's the name of my character?" I mean, I can start preparing for the role right now, but at least I can know some information......" Speaking of the back, the voice is getting weaker and weaker, and it seems a little unconfident.

He was still curious, curious about the project that had caused a sensation in Hollywood, and he couldn't control his excitement just because he could be a part of it and that he would be working with Lance again. But apparently, Lance doesn't want to reveal too much right now.

"Nax. Your name is Nax. (To be continued.) )