"Alright, you rehearse twice, Albert?" When Lance finished explaining, he turned around and shouted, "Albert? Percy had to take a half-step forward, "as he managed the dispatch of the prop carts. Lance suppressed his voice, raised his left hand and touched the tail of his eyebrows, and said again, "Hayden, have you finished communicating with Albert's assistant?" If not, you come and tell them, and then the camera moves for the next scene, and then let them rehearse twice. ”

After saying that, Lance waved his hand to disband, but the actors only turned around and took two steps before Lance shouted out to them again, "Wait." Lance pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out and put it in his mouth, and looked for the lighter, "Before you shoot, go and ...... Uh......" Lance's right hand tapped in the air, but didn't say a single reason in the end, "Percy, you take them to meet with the VFX team and show them the footage that is currently being made." ”

Although "Sin City" has not been filmed until today, in fact, the filming work has already begun, and the three special effects companies have begun to produce some special effects background pictures, because Lance and Frank Miller have drawn the movie's storyboards before, and many of them are borrowed from the original comics, which provides a perfect model for the special effects crews. So, they've now built a virtual Sin City.

Percy glanced at Ian, then walked briskly forward and said to the actors, "Come with me." ”

Emma's footsteps were a little hesitant, reluctantly took two steps back, and finally stopped, and her eyes fell on Lance, who was a little strange to see Lance again after three months, his chin was covered with green stubble, his black medium-length hair was as messy as a bird's nest, the blue eyes were surrounded by messy bloodshots, the dark circles under the eyes and the tiredness between the eyebrows looked very chaotic, and the dark blue shirt was reflected in the eyes, outlining the depression in the depths of the eyebrows.

In the impression of Lance, the shirt is always neat and clean, the smile is always free and casual, the beard is always clean, the eyes are always calm and confident, and the temperament is always elegant and calm...... But the stereotype of Lance in front of him is broken, and the image of the decadent and scruffy artist is faintly depicted in the dense light, such Lance is full of danger that no one should enter—as evidenced by the scene just now, even Bruce was deflated again and again, and had to choose to avoid it, as if the bastard wielding the scythe of death hidden in the darkness flashed again, reminding Emma that this is a terrible man.

But...... But the familiar smell of danger reminded Emma of that night, the night of witnessing a dark transaction, that long back stretched under the projection of the street lamp, lonely and vulnerable, heavy and lonely.

Emma opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't know what she was supposed to say, comfort? Greeting? Tease? Care? Or is it nothing? To Emma's chagrin, she desperately wanted to communicate with Lance, but her confused brain couldn't come up with a suitable topic, as if Lance had created a thick wall around her, keeping everyone out.

At this moment, Ian stepped forward, holding a lighter in his right hand, the spark from the impact of the flint brightened up in the shadows, Lance subconsciously took a small half step back, trying to distance himself, and after confirming the identity of the person, he let down his vigilance, put the cigarette butt over, and lit it under the flame, in the smoke, Lance's eyebrows began to blur.

"Emma." Percy's voice interrupted Emma's attention, she retracted her gaze in a little panic, raised her head to look at Percy who was about three paces away, she bit her lip, and wanted to ask, "Is Lance okay?"

Ian stood silently in place, piercing through the thick smoke and looking at Lance, the curvature of his mouth unconsciously outlined.

In fact, this is the Lance in his memory, who is fiery and wanton, who can't hide his feelings many times, who seems to have a steady stream of vitality, who will come up with a ghost idea when his eyes roll, and who will laugh proudly every time he succeeds in a prank, and even if the prank fails, or even if the retribution is on himself, he will laugh heartily without caring - and then try to get the field back. Even if you close your eyes, you can feel the smell of the sun on him.

Lance always believed that it was Theo, Gawain and him who saved his life, but only they knew that without Lance's arrival, the three of them would have been unable to support it, and that dark life almost killed all their hopes. Maybe Theo will kill Frank and run away; Maybe Gawain will join the army and die in some unknown hamlet; Maybe he'll end up on the streets and start a drug/drug business.

To this day, Ian vividly remembers the night Lance was sent to Strello's house, and at only three years old, he couldn't even stand on his feet, wearing a thin T-shirt and a loose cotton coat that didn't fit at all, and dragged it long to the ground, his cheeks were red from the cold, and he stood in the doorway and looked around curiously. Fiona and Frank sent the social worker out in a false way, and then he stared at the big blue eyes, carefully grabbed Theo's hand, raised his head, and showed a big smile, "Is there cake here?" ”

Gawain was directly amused by Lance's innocent words, and said angrily, "No! Only canned beans, do you want them? ”

"Are canned beans sweet?" This was Lance's answer, and even Theo couldn't help but laugh. God, he had forgotten all about it, how long had he not laughed, a month, or two months? Or was it since he arrived at the Strello house?

After a brief period of fun, Fiona and Frank returned, and they threw the child directly into the basement without even giving Lance food. Frank went out drinking, Fiona fainted from another drug use, and they forgot that there was a new child in the house, so much so that Lance developed a high fever in the middle of the night, and his whole body was hot like an erupting volcano. If it weren't for Theo slamming the basement door open......

Later, Lance woke up in his arms, and his thin body seemed to fall apart with the slightest exertion, and he had to be careful. However, when Lance woke up, he looked at him and showed a bright smile, and his voice, which had become extremely dry due to fever, made an ugly hoarse voice, "Sue you, I have a licorice candy in my pocket, do you want to eat it?" He sat like a fool and wept silently.

But those years never came back. First Fiona and Frank, then Ryan Cavalauger, Tucker Toure and Jason Berkeley, the carefree, sunny Lance was forgotten in the long river of time.

Ian's right hand, which he had placed in his pants pocket, was gently tightened into a fist, and the muscles in his arm ached from exerting too much force, but it allowed his heart to breathe. He doesn't care who is right and who is wrong, he doesn't care about justice and morality, he only knows that he wants them to pay the price, a painful price, even if it is not a means to compromise.

"So, you called me here for this?" Ian's playful voice teased, which made Lance roll his eyes speechlessly, and said angrily, "If you don't want to, you can choose to call." Ian shrugged, "Trust me, I wouldn't want to miss this scene." That ridiculous tone really made people laugh and cry.

Ian turned his head to look, "If you're not in a hurry to turn on the phone, go out for a walk with me?" ”

Lance originally wanted to say no, but now he has something in his mind, and after suing Sù Ian, he can sort out a clue, which is also a good thing. Thinking of this, Lance took the initiative to walk towards the exit of the studio, and when they arrived at the door, the group of women were still chatting, but when they saw Lance's figure, they collectively suppressed their voices, and after Lance left, a burst of suppressed laughter broke out. But Lance's footsteps did not pause.

Outside the studio, Lance couldn't help but frown at the glare of the sun. Although there is plenty of light inside and outside the shed, there is a difference between natural and artificial light. Lance lifted the cigarette holder and took a hard puff, only to find that a cigarette had been smoked, he felt in his pocket, intending to take another one, and then saw the Skittles handed to him, Ian's voice came immediately, "It's not the time to be the most stressed." ”

Ian seemed to mean something, and Lance took the Skittles, took them apart, and threw them into his mouth one by one, "So, how much do you know?" ”

"Nothing." Ian pouted, "I just heard Percy say that you have met with the top management of two major film companies, coupled with the current box office results of 'Killing with a Knife', I guess that maybe the company has ushered in another good opportunity for development, but it is also facing greater risks, and you are starting to suffer from gains and losses." ”

Lance opened his mouth to refute, but Ian shook his head and stopped him, "Lance, sue me, I guessed wrong. Lance swallowed the words, avoiding his gaze, and that was the best answer, and Ian exhaled softly.

"Lance, you know, it's normal. Because none of us have experienced it, maybe at the beginning we were dealing with 10 million, 20 million, and then we were dealing with 100 million, 200 million, or even a billion, 2 billion. It's an inevitable process, and as the opportunities grow and the risks increase. Otherwise, why do you think most of those CEOs have heart disease, and there are countless people who jump off Wall Street. Because, the cost of failure is getting bigger and bigger, everyone will start to be afraid, and in the end, a failure will not only involve themselves, but even thousands of families. ”

Ian's words may seem incompatible, but they succeed in settling Lance down. (To be continued.) )