Ryan looked at Lance who was close at hand, his eyes as deep as the ocean set off a storm, and the flames of anger burned in the depths of his pupils, which made Ryan's inner sense of accomplishment burst out like never before - he was the winner, he was the winner in this duel, and Lance was just a lingering loser, and even needed his own charity to breathe again.

He likes the situation, even enjoys it.

Ryan took a half-step back, ready to take the posture of a victor, turn around in style, and walk away, leaving the loser in place to taste the defeat. But Ryan suddenly felt a powerful pulling force coming from the neckline, and before he knew it, he was grabbed by Lance by the neckline and then lifted it gently, which reminded Ryan of the scene just now - the scene where Lance beat George Clooney hard. But the shadow of the wolf bèi in the office last time made Ryan breathe a sigh of relief, unwilling to show weakness and avoid being embarrassed again!

"You!" Ryan forced his momentum to open his mouth and reprimand, but as soon as he spoke, he crashed headlong into Lance's deep eyes, and the deep pupils burst out with an awe-inspiring and dangerous aura, and the words were blocked in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

The scorching flames under Lance's eyes gradually cooled down, and finally froze into ice, and the blue flames fluttered gently in the depths of the blue pupils, like a volcano in the depths of the sea, and the surging and dangerous aura made people shudder. Then, Lance's thin lip flap gently hooked to the left, and the evil and fierce smile made Ryan's pupils widen, and in an instant the whole person froze, unable to make a sound at all, unable to make any movements, like a puppet that had lost its rope, hanging on the tip of Lance's right finger.

"Dear Mr. Ryan Kavalaug, is this all you have to do?" Lance's words were word-for-word, each word was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and it slammed into Ryan's chest like a heavy punch, making his breathing more and more difficult, and then he saw Lance's rosy lips open slightly, and let out a chuckle, "Heh, what a disappointment." Mockery, indifference, and banter came out like a tidal wave, "Don't forget, this is just the beginning." ”

Then, Ryan felt the power of his neckline loosen, and his lungs finally flooded with air again, making him unable to help but bend down and breathe heavily. This is not Reims, this is not the Lancelot-Strello he is familiar with, such a Reims is so strange and so terrifying, disrupting all his rhythms and deployments!

Looking up, Ryan could only see the back of Lance turning away, the sun's broken gold shining through the dense shade of the trees on the tall and erect figure, like a beautiful oil painting, suffocating. However, Ryan only felt that all the pores on his body were screaming, and the shame almost overwhelmed him, making it impossible for him to breathe.

Ryan slowly straightened up, watching Lance's back gradually disappear into the sunlight, blurred into a halo, and his cold fingertips finally began to slowly warm.

If Lance only uses verbal threats and physical violence, then such Lance has nothing to fear, because in Hollywood, in modern society, these are precisely the most useless weapons - rules, which are the lethal weapons of truly smart people. Don't forget about Jì, he can beat Lance once with the rules, and he can repeat it again.

"You're right, this is just the beginning." There was a hint of ruthlessness in Ryan's eyes, and even the scorching sun made people shiver.

Lance strode forward, anger and remorse gnawing at his bones, almost devouring all of his sanity. All the events of today are too turbulent, too fast, too ferocious, and even if this is the second time this is the case, the amount of information is still too large to digest - he has just gone from 2015 to 2002. And the two confrontations with Ryan in a short period of time consumed all his mental strength, and the sanity and calmness that he had accumulated with great difficulty were completely wiped out at the moment.

Bathed in the sun, Lance walked quickly, he didn't even have the energy to identify the direction, just walked briskly, his chaotic brain couldn't do any thinking, just venting all his negative feelings heartily. It wasn't until his head cooled down again that Lance realized that he had walked out of the cemetery.

Standing still, he let out a long breath, his left hand clenched weakly, his thumb rubbing thinly over the straight, slender index finger, and after a moment, Lance turned his head and walked back again. Either way, he was already present at the funeral today, and at least to show his respect to Karel Reitz, not to mention, he himself was a man who had just undergone a rebirth, and that empathy gave him a reason to stay.

Back at the funeral, Lance didn't see George or Sophia, only Ryan and David O. Russell sitting side by side, but Ryan didn't notice Lance's departure this time. Lance found a place in the corner and sat down.

The funeral was about to begin, everyone was looking for a place to sit down one after another, and there was also a person sitting down directly at the place next to Lance, and before Lance had time to turn his head to say hello, the other party's voice came in a low voice, "What, do you see the woman you like?" Do you want me to come forward and ask you for your phone number? George sat down gracefully, without making a sound, elegantly like an English gentleman at the beginning of the last century, while his left hand was arranging the cuffs of his right hand and carefully folding the folds of his shirt.

Lance sat silently, tilting his head to look at George. George was bathed in golden sunlight, and the lines of his face suddenly softened, and Lance narrowed his eyes, but he could only faintly see the outline of George's face in that bright halo. I have to admit that George is a very attractive man.

There is such a kind of man, whose facial features are not handsome when separated, and cannot even be regarded as standard; Things like height, weight, stature, education, work, and experience seem to be nothing special when taken out separately. But on the whole, it has a unique temperament and charm, and this temperament will gradually ferment with the precipitation of the years, just like the top red wine.

George is this kind of man, the vicissitudes of wrinkles are his charm, even if the corners of his mouth are still red and swollen, even more obvious than before the funeral begins, but his grace is still so charming that it is easy to overlook his wolf bèi.

Lance put his hands in his pockets and chuckled, "I'm not sure if I can trust you when it comes to women. The subtext is: George is too attractive to a woman, and if George asks for a phone number, it is estimated that the woman will fall in love with George.

A simple sentence made George laugh too, the charming smile shone in the sun, and the two of them looked at each other, and the tacit understanding between them seemed to be the best friends. The people who were looking for something next to them couldn't help but look sideways and greeted the two of them, and even Meryl Streep came over and teased "This is not a picture that can be seen often", which made people laugh.

"So, have you set a date for tonight?" Lance threw the same topic back, with the subtext asking about George's "gain" at today's funeral.

George shrugged slightly, "I don't seem to be in a good shape today, it seems that I can only wait for the next opportunity." After saying that, George also pursed his lips, and the red and swollen part of his chin immediately pulled, implying that it couldn't be more obvious - "It's all your fault", this teasing made Lance tug at the corners of his mouth slightly, but did not reply.

George didn't seem to care, and then changed the subject, "So, did you make the final decision on what you said last time?" George turned his head and looked at Lance earnestly, his eyes full of sincerity, his face full of sincerity, as if he were a close friend, expressing his concern appropriately.

Looking at George in front of him, Lance suddenly became curious, and there was a touch of playfulness between his eyebrows, as if he had seen a very interesting object, "I really don't know how you did it?" "Talking nonsense with his eyes open, pretending to be his best friend on the surface, but smiling and stabbing himself in the back.

It's even more chilling than Ryan.

Lance focused all his attention on George, he could see every detail of George's facial expression, but he failed, he didn't see any flaws. George's eyes showed obvious doubt, and his brow moved slightly to the middle, as if he had been accurately calculated with an instrument, "What? Accurately expressed his confusion, but did not reveal the true feelings of his heart in the slightest.

Later in George's acting career, many thought he would be a great politician, and he himself wanted to be another success story of the cross-border politics of entertainment stars after Ronald-Reagan and Arnold-Schwarzenegger. Now, we can see some clues.

Thoughts only flashed through Lance's mind, and he immediately smiled, "Your memory." I mean, you have a really good memory, I've almost forgotten about it, but you still remember. ”

George showed a modest expression, but his right hand gently patted Lance's arm, and expressed his comfort through guò body language, "It's not that I have a good memory, it's just that too many things have happened during this time, and you haven't sorted out your thoughts for a while." Even if I don't remind you, that disgusting person/scum will never let you go, will he? ”

As he spoke, George's gaze once again turned to Ryan, who was sitting in the front row, meaning something. Then George turned his head to look at Lance again, with a hint of warm concern in his soft tone, and his slightly frowning eyebrows faintly wrote the worry of "I'm thinking about you", "In my opinion, you might as well choose to let go, completely expose this history, leave it behind, and start over." What do you think? ”