"What's wrong?" Kazuya Nishikawa looked back at the young man who was suddenly standing in place.

Kimura's expression changed rapidly, and then he shook his head: "It's nothing. ”

He took a step and continued to follow, only silently remembering the name in his heart.

At the dinner table, Burton Terry and Hayabusa Kimura exchanged contact information, and then chatted with each other under the influence of alcohol.

It's mostly about movies.

Before you know it, the meal is eaten late, and there are even two or three drunk people lying on the floor of the room.

But there is no need to worry about going back, and the people present basically have a special car to pick them up.

Later, Kimura Hayabusa was also a little overwhelmed, and the whole person seemed to sit in place in a circle.

"Kimura, listen to Nishikawa, you're still a writer?" Terry drank a lot, and his whole body seemed to be plated with a layer of red, like a red-skinned duck that was not fully done.

"No, no, I'm a director......"

Hayabusa Kimura shook his body and raised his hand to swing in the air, his mouth stumbling a little.

"I mean, someone other than a director...... Have you published a book? After all, he was still not young, and Terry had become a big tongue when he spoke.

"Hmm......" Hayabusa Kimura burped, which would be a very rude act in normal times.

But now that I'm together with Terry, it's not worth mentioning.

If you want to talk about the state of tonight, it is probably casual, very casual.

The whole Terry team is like a group of guys with distinct personalities, which makes Kimura Hayabusa feel that tonight's party at a Japanese restaurant is really too constraining them.

It should be placed in a hotter place, he was very suspicious of the white old man in front of him, uh, it seemed to be inaccurate, in short, it was the famous director Terry who could dance wildly.

Of course, he doesn't know if it will be, but Terry's feeling that he doesn't have a big director's frame makes people think he can try anything.

Perhaps that's why Terry's crew has so many people of different colors from many countries.

"Really...... Pretty powerful. Terry drunkenly commented, "If I don't make a movie one day, maybe I'll try to write a book, and I'll write it...... Terry's autobiography, and then make a lot of money. ”

"It's going to be the worst book a publisher has ever published." A black man on the side opened his mouth wide and smiled at two rows of snow-white teeth.

There was a burst of laughter in the room, and Terry couldn't help but laugh.

"Keep writing, it's like making a movie, if you fail, you keep shooting until you succeed, let Hollywood leave our name, and now look back at those who mocked us, we not only did it, we did it well!"

Terry stood up and looked at the staggering, sober or drunken members around him, "In the future, I'll have to write your names in my autobiography, and by the way, let everyone remember us......"

"Have you figured out what to write?" Kazuya Nishikawa asked.

Terry frowned, "Let's, let me think, let me think...... Damn, alcohol makes me unresponsive...... Forget it, what do you suggest? ”

"Just write, Hollywood is a bitch, either she fucks you, or you fuck her!" An equally drunken man shouted.

As soon as these words came out, everyone laughed, and two people shouted wonderful.

"Rude!" Although Terry also smiled, he still said, "You can't have something meaningful." ”

"Then, if the movie fails, make it until it succeeds, and to hell with those who laugh at you!" Another person proposed.

It's still rude, but it's still a little deep.

"Isn't this just a retelling of my words!" Terry, apparently not buying it, reached out and grabbed his blonde but gray hair, already beginning to wonder if the old man could write about the autobiography, "How the hell did those damn guys who wrote autobiographies come up with those words......"

Seeing their boss deflated, everyone laughed louder, and the black man who just said bad books was very timely.

"Forget Terry, the autobiography may not be suitable for you, it's better to make a movie, those erotic encounters and women in it are definitely more interesting."

The atmosphere became chaotic, and everyone joked about Burton Terry.

After all, this kind of opportunity is not working time, and it is rare to be able to ridicule your boss.

I don't know if it's because it's too loud, but a staff member in a kimono pushes the door and reminds everyone to be quiet.

As a result, the noisy voice died down again, and Terry, who was flushed and old-faced, could only hold back and not scold the rebuttal.

After the staff left, the sound in the room gradually began to get louder, although it was much quieter than before.

"A man can be destroyed but not defeated."

Suddenly, a slow voice sounded in the room, and all the voices seemed to be cut off at the end of the sentence, and the whole room fell into a deathly silence.

"Who said that? Who is it? ”

The crowd shook their heads from side to side, looking for the source of their words.

Searching and searching, and finally everyone's eyes converged on the drunken young man who was sitting opposite Terry, and Canelon who was sitting next to the door also looked over.

It seems that he said it.

As if sensing everyone's gaze, Hayabusa Kimura slowly raised his head, and a smile tugged at Junlang's slightly flushed face.

A person can be destroyed but not defeated? Everyone recalled this sentence in their hearts, the sentence was simple and clear, and there was a unique power that seemed to burst out of it.

"There is, there is the sentence that Terry wants now."

"Hey, isn't this guy a genius?"

"If the boss adds this sentence to it, it will definitely make many people remember."

Voices began to speak again, only this time the center of conversation was on the young man.

Burton Terry's light blue eyes lit up, and his frowning brow suddenly loosened.

He was about to say something when a phone rang interrupted him.

The sound came from Hayabusa Kimura's pocket.

"I'm sorry, I'll answer the phone."

Hayabusa Kimura shook his body slightly, raised his hand and laboriously took out his mobile phone from his pocket, originally wanting to get up and go out to answer the phone, but under the quiet signal of everyone.

didn't get up, and picked up the phone directly.

The next moment, the voice on the phone made Kimura Hayabusa suddenly sober up a lot.

"Mossi? Hayabusa-chan? It's getting late, when will I be back? ”

The soft and lovely voice of his girlfriend came out of the phone, because the room was quiet for a moment, except for the person who fell on the floor drunk and made heavy sleep breathing, there was no other sound.

The people around could faintly hear that the person talking to the youth on the phone was a girl.

"Huh? Is it late? Hayabusa Kimura's brain began to spin slightly, and he put his phone in front of his eyes and looked at the time.

It's past twelve o'clock.

"Well, it's late." Tomorrow Smoke said seriously, "Is Hayabusa-chan still socializing?" ”

"Yes." Seeing the time, Hayabusa Kimura became sober.

"Did you drink a lot?" Tomorrow is keenly aware that her boyfriend's voice is a little different.

"Well, drink a little more...... But rest assured, the consciousness is still very clear. ”

"Is Hayabusa-chan still busy? If it's not over yet, I'll rest first, and the kitchen will make you a decanting soup......"

seems to be afraid of disturbing her boyfriend's entertainment, so tomorrow smoke quickly advised.

"Hey, I see."

“…………”

When the phone hung up, Hayaya Kimura found that everyone's eyes were focused on him.

"Did something happen?" Kazuya Nishikawa was the first to speak.

Hayabusa Kimura put away his phone and smiled: "It seems that the time is a little late, and my girlfriend is calling me to go home." ”

"That ......"

"If there's nothing else to do, Nishikawa-senpai, can I go first?"

Although he was asking, Hayaya Kimura had already slowly gotten up.

Seeing this, Kazuya Nishikawa could only say: "Be careful on that road." ”

"Hmm."

"Why are you leaving?" Just now the two of them were talking in Japanese, but Terry didn't understand and asked suspiciously.

"Mr. Terry, I'll go back first if I have something at home." Hayabusa Kimura said goodbye.

"So early?" Terry was surprised.

"It's not early. In a little while, maybe your family will be on the phone too. Hayabusa Kimura joked.

Hearing this, Burton Terry also reacted, even if he wanted to pull this young man in Tokyo to say more, he had to let him go.

Don't forget to say, "If you have the chance, you must see you again, don't forget the grudge."

Hayabusa Kimura smiled and agreed, and when he left, he said goodbye to the people in the house, in addition to Kazuya Nishikawa and Burton Terry, he also said goodbye to James Carnelon, who was sitting very close to the door.

This surprised Canelon, who hadn't spoken much at night, and hurriedly responded to say goodbye.

Out of the steaming room, the temperature dropped a lot, and Hayabusa Kimura didn't rush out to get in the car, but first went to the bathroom and scratched two faces to make himself sober.

Outside the restaurant, the night was dark, and the cold wind blew on the face like a thorn stinging.

Originally, there were still some bastards' heads suddenly cleared a lot, but they wanted to vomit.

It didn't take long for the driver to drive over.

"President Kimura ......"

"Gross-"

“…………”

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When he got home, there was a bright light outside the gate of the small building, so that Hayabusa Kimura could see the way home.

He walked into the house, the warm heat enveloped him, and the cold dissipated.

Because of the alcohol, he changed his shoes at the entrance for a while before he could change his shoes.

Then he shuffled to the kitchen, where he remembered that Tomorrow had said that there was a good decanter soup in the kitchen.

The lights in the bedroom are out, after all, it's not too early to come back, and this point tomorrow should be asleep.

So he tried to lighten his movements and reached into the kitchen.

Hayabusa Kimura didn't turn on the light, and by the light outside the window, he could vaguely see a bowl on the table with a lid fastened to it.

He lifted the lid, took the bowl to his lips and tested the temperature.

It's a little cold, obviously this decanting soup has been made for a long time, but I can't wait for myself to come back.

However, Hayabusa Kimura doesn't care, it's cold if it's cold, it's the same when it goes into the stomach anyway.

Just as he was thinking, he took a few sips with the bowl in both hands.

Syllable.

The kitchen light was turned on.

Kimura Hayabusa was so frightened that his body trembled, but fortunately he held it steadily, otherwise he would have spilled it.

Looking back, I saw Tomorrow Smoke wearing the pajamas with small patterns printed on them, rubbing his eyes and standing at the place where the switch was opened.

"Why doesn't Hayabusa-chan turn on the lights?" Tomorrow pouted slightly, looking at him with some hazy eyes.

"Aren't you afraid of disturbing the smoke...... Why haven't you slept yet? Kimura said with a dumb eye.

"I can't sleep a little without Hayabusa-chan."

The girl whispered, as if she was gradually overcoming her sleepiness, smiled, and then looked at the bowl in her boyfriend's hand with her eyes, "Is it hot?" ”

"No ......"

"How can it not be hot."

Tomorrow seemed to be very angry, walked over in slippers, took the decanting soup in Hayabusa Kimura's hand, turned around and walked to the microwave to heat it.

"Actually, it's not hot...... It's okay......" Hayabusa Kimura said too weakly.

"It's going to be hot!" Tomorrow Smoke said stubbornly, the tip of his pink nose seemed to move inadvertently.

"Sit down and wait."

"Oh."

“…………”

Late at night, at the dining table.

Hayabusa Kimura drank silently with the decanting soup in his hand, and Tomorrow Smoke held the table with his little hands and looked at him with crooked eyes.

"Hayabusa-chan."

"Huh?"

"Would it be nice to come back early next time?"

"If I come back too late, I'll go to bed first."

"I can't sleep, Hayabusa-chan won't come back, I'm scared alone."

Tomorrow Smoke gently buried his face in his bent arms, and looked at his boyfriend seriously with a pair of clear eyes like water, and his voice was small.

"Then turn the lights on?"

"Not that."

"What's that?"

"If I come home late, Hayabusa-chan will be in a hurry."

Kimura was stunned, and a smile appeared on his face for a long time.

"Okay."

(End of chapter)