Very good moonshine.

It was still a gloomy day, the clouds dispersed, and the moon climbed into the air.

Victor and Bergman walked on the road, and Bergman's driver drove the car behind and slowly followed.

The headlights illuminated the path under the feet of the two men.

"If someone saw us like this, would they say we were insane?" Victor laughed.

Bergman laughed too.

Then, smiling and smiling, the woman turned to Victor and said, "Victor, I'm going to get a divorce next month." ”

"Oh?" Victor was stunned: "I can only say that the festival mourns and changes." ”

"You don't seem to have a word of seriousness in your mouth." Bergman shook his head, then put his hands behind his back and looked at the floating clouds in the sky: "It's been dragging on for so many years. In the beginning, we did have love, yes, real love. You know, love is something that needs to be managed. It is a great fate for two people to be able to come together, and they began to be full of enthusiasm. You give everything to the other person, love them with all your heart, and then you find that the other person may not take you seriously. ”

"You have him in your heart all day long, you think about him all the time, but he is not. Everyone says that love is to keep each other warm, and you find that he has his own world, he has his own way of life, and he, maybe right, is just ignoring you. ”

"It's been a long time, once at a time, and my heart is cold." Bergman looked at Victor with a smile.

"If it's possible, try to give the other person a chance." Victor Road.

"I don't know what to do. He brought it up. So I agreed. I've always been a passive person, I just want to live simply, but this world. It's complicated as it is. I am tired. ”

Victor looked at the woman. Speechless for a moment.

Long pauses. All you can hear is the heel touching the ground.

"Victor. Have you ever loved someone? Bergman said.

"Loved." Victor smiled: "Put the other party in your heart, slowly, you can only see her laugh, you can't see her cry." Her smile is the warm sunshine in the world, and her affectionate name makes you feel like your heart is melting. If she doesn't pay attention to you, you'll feel like you're in hell. ”

"That girl. Very lucky. And then? Bergman said.

"Later......" Victor looked up at the moon, "Later, I don't know what happened later." ”

Bergman looked at Victor with a wistful look.

"How did you prepare the script?" Victor asked.

"You're talking about "No Country for Old Men", right?" Bergman stroked his hair and said, "On the one hand, I am very happy, and on the other hand, I am very remorseful. ”

"Remorse? Why? Victor said.

Bergman said: "I am happy because I received an excellent script, a wonderful script, a script with great tension. Remorse, because. I'm not a man. ”

"Huh? How do you say that? Victor said.

Bergman giggled: "In this script, the three men in it are too expressive. Old cowboy Moss. Old Sheriff Bell, and that creepy but stubborn and cute perverted killer!? Any one of them is so flesh and blood. But Victor, look at the heroine, the poor heroine, there are not many scenes, it is completely a foil. ”

"You're wrong. Ingmar. Victor shook his head: "I have told many people that in a movie, perhaps because of the relationship between performance and time, there are protagonists and supporting roles, but in the world of movies, even if a character appears for a short time, even if it is a flash, that person should have the whole world!" ”

"This heroine, you haven't fully discovered her world, if you want to play wonderfully, you have to sink, you have to perfectly integrate your soul with her soul, so that you can find the shining point in her and create a shining character."

"Brilliant theory!" Bergman clapped his hands and praised: "I found that you were born to make movies. ”

"Come on, don't lift me up, I'm not bad enough tonight. Well, it's late and it's cold. Let's get in the car. Victor looked at the poor driver in the back.

The two men got into the car, and Victor sent Bergman back.

At the gate of Bergman Villa, Victor gets off the bus.

"Good night, Ingmar." Victor held out his hand.

"Let's say goodnight according to the etiquette of our hometown." Bergman laughed.

"What etiquette?" Victor Road.

Bergman walked over and gave Victor a gentle kiss on the face, then turned around and flew away.

"Mr. Victor, I'll send you back, or?" Bergman's driver stuck his head out and looked at Victor with a smile.

"Well, the moonshine is good...... That, I walked back on my own. Victor's face was hot, and the fugitives generally ran away.

Legendary Films.

Victor walked up the stairs step by step, and then saw Monroe sitting on a high platform on the balcony, with her feet sticking out of the building and dangling.

"Still not sleeping so late?" Victor Road.

Monroe ignored it, she looked up, smoked, and slowly exhaled smoke.

"Didn't I tell you you weren't allowed to smoke!?" Victor was furious and snatched Monroe's cigarette away.

"You went to her!?" Monroe turned her face and looked at Victor fiercely.

"Who?"

"What do you say! Leo told me. Monroe said.

"Damn Leo." Victor smiled wryly: "Mary, this is my freedom. ”

"You love her?" Monroe stood on the windowsill, her thin body like a feather that could float down at any moment.

"Will you come down first?"

"You say, do you love her?" Monroe lifted her chin.

This girl has a stubborn and strong personality, and Victor knows it very well.

Victor was about to speak, but Monroe said, "Don't lie!" “

"Good, good." Victor surrendered completely, thought for a while, and said: "How to say, I do have a good impression of Ingmar, she is elegant, beautiful, noble, and has all the good qualities. ”

Monroe looked at Victor with tears in her eyes.

"But ......" Victor lowered his head and looked at his toes: "But somehow, I don't love her to this extent." Mary, you are too young to know love, and you may not understand what I am saying. The love raised by a son of a bitch is the kind of thing that will make your heart pound even if you stay together for many years, and between me and Ingmar, it doesn't seem to be. ”

"Who says I don't understand love!?" Monroe jumped down from the balcony, and the little snake wrapped around Victor, smiling like a flower: "I understand! ”

"Got a fart! Hurry up and go to bed! ”

"I don't. You put me to sleep! ”

"How adult!? It's not good for you to ......."

"I don't care! I don't care! ”

"Good, good."

……

The two men walked to Monroe's room.

"When are you leaving for Grassetown?" Monroe's voice.

"The day after tomorrow, I'll go the day after tomorrow, and it's time to turn it on." Victor Road. (To be continued......)