"Is everything ready?" Mrs. Flores turned around.
Li Sinian lowered his head and replied, "Yes, everything has been arranged."
"Have you checked everything on the island? Did you find... your father?" Mrs. Flores drew her eyebrows very delicately, with one side raised high.
Li Sinian replied blankly: "We have searched inside and outside the villa, and sent people to search the back mountain, but there is no clue."
Flores didn't even look at him: "I just wanted to teach him a lesson. He blamed me for hiding my background and had a big fight with me. I couldn't be more angry. I knew that some of them had impure thoughts, so I let him go to the island. "
Madam is in her 40s or 50s this year, and she is well maintained. Only her neck and elbows reveal her true age. Her face was bright, still like a girl, she brushed back her loose hair, and her emerald eyes were full of leisurely melancholy.
"I want him to know that there are no good people in this world, not just me. No one is selfish." She hooked her lips and smiled, "I let him go at ease, and let him go to the island. , to expose his activities, and never came back. How could he be so naive?"
"Fortunately, you are like me," Mrs. Flores looked at the distant sea, "I am most afraid that you will follow your father, the justice and light that children don't believe, but he will be so stupid as to believe it. You remember Li Sinian, so Wan Sinian, blessed by the heavens, can only live eternal life alone if he rejects everyone."
Mrs. Flores said to herself: "I just want to prove to him that I am right. I want to tell him that in this world, everyone is born with original sin, and he will never see hope and redemption. I want to cut Open up the ugliest thing in the heart, let him see layer by layer. Everyone in the world is like this, it is not my fault that you and I have come to this point, Li Heng."
"Have you prepared all the clothes for going out?" Mrs. Chen opened the door and came in, brought a bowl of porridge and put it on Mr. Chen's table, "What are you looking at?"
Mr. Chen took off his presbyopic glasses and put down the invitation letter in his hand: "Why did you come in?"
The old lady smiled: "You didn't eat much for dinner, I'm afraid you will be hungry at night, so let's have a bowl of porridge."
Chen Lao picked up the bowl silently, and put the gruel into his mouth spoonful by spoonful.
"You too," the wife sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed while folding his clothes and scolding him, "Xiao Zhou is not sensible, you are a father-in-law, and you are still arguing with your daughter-in-law at the dining table? What does it look like?"
Old Chen paused and put down the bowl.
The old lady didn't notice it, and she still babbled: "We don't earn money, we all rely on Zhuang Zhuang and Xiao Zhou to support the family, and Xiao Zhou gives us more than 1,000 yuan a month, honoring us, and my daughter-in-law made it like this, What more do you want?"
Mr. Chen picked up the invitation letter again and looked at the remuneration on it.
"Are you ready?" The man beside the bed was wearing a three-piece suit with a gun hooked between his fingers.
The man lay trembling in the corner.
There was an envelope stuck to the seam of his closed window, and inside was an invitation.
"What to do?" He opened his eyes wide in despair, thinking, "What to do?"
"I really don't know," he tried to convince himself, and also the man beside the bed with his back turned away from him, gritted his teeth, "what happened back then has nothing to do with me, I'm just a Running errands, applying for approval, detaining an official seal, what's going on, has nothing to do with me!"
The man in the suit let out a sneer from his nose: "It's irrelevant, it doesn't count if you say it."
"Are you ready?" Liu Xin pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, brewed a pot of Kung Fu tea, poured out one and handed it to Du Chaosheng. Du Chaosheng's face was half hidden in the heat, his face was cloudy and uncertain.
"Have you also received the invitation letter?" He took the tea from Liu Xin.
Liu Xin raised his eyebrows.
Du Chaosheng sighed: "I don't know who made it, it's been so many years, it's over, why don't you want to let it go."
Liu Xin lowered his head and covered his eyes: "Some things will never pass."
"I went to the island later, and a villa was built on the island," Liu Xin offered to sell it to him, "I hid a box of fresh water on the island, do you still remember the undersea hole where we drove Li Heng to death? ? If something really happens that we can’t handle, let’s hide in and wait for the matter to subside before we come out.”
Du Chaosheng patted Liu Xin on the shoulder: "Let's do it this way. If you don't see clearly the purpose of the people behind the scenes, you will always feel restless and feel guilty."
Liu Xin raised one corner of his lips and lowered his head to smile.
"Is everything ready?" the director yelled.
Everyone hurriedly nodded, greeted and agreed, the scene record was typed, and the filming officially started.
Fang Daichuan was playing the male number three of a martial arts drama, wearing a hood and layers of clothes, sweating profusely in the 40-degree heat.
"The temperature is higher than mine," Fang Daichuan fanned himself with his script book, "Where does my body go to dissipate heat?"
He was a little jealous of actor Pei who was in the same group, he had a caravan, an air conditioner, and fresh fruits to eat. He lowered his head to look at the water in his hand, it was at room temperature, and it was scorched by the sun.
"Don't worry," Xiao Zhou patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, "Brother Deng has picked up a good book for you, watch a variety show that will be popular in the second half of the year, and when you become a celebrity, we will have air-conditioning fans It's blowing!" She said, handing Fang Daichuan a small fan in her hand, and it was a fucking hand crank.
"What book? When will it be shot?" Fang Daichuan couldn't wait.
Xiao Zhou blinked: "We're still talking, I'll reply to you next week, don't worry Brother Chuan'er, believe me, you will definitely be popular."
"Are you all ready?" Li Sinian stood in the corridor on the second floor of the villa, and several workers raised their heads to carve statues. The Holy Father fought with demons, gods and demons, and the goddess of fairness and justice gave birth to black flesh wings.
When the workers saw him coming up, they laughed and said, "It's all ready, are you satisfied?"
Li Sinian looked at the reliefs on the top of the arcade, expressionless: "Yes, I am very satisfied."
"Excuse me, what is the purpose of your villa?" Another worker on the side is hanging murals on both sides, "You don't look Chinese, we usually put murals in the tomb Yes, it's somewhat unlucky to put it in the corridor."
Li Sinian lowered his head and flicked his phone, explaining casually: "I'm a director, I'm here to set up a scene."
That's all right, the worker nodded knowingly and continued working.
"Then what do you mean by this setting?" The carver has polished the details and is wiping the floating dust on the stone with a damp cloth.
The corners of Li Sinian's lips curled into a smile that was not a smile, and his light amber eyes glowed with a strange gray-green light under the sun: "The battle between gods and demons is a life-and-death struggle between good and evil."
"Your movie is a religious theme? Then who will win in the end?" The worker sat on the scaffold, took a final look at his work, and sighed with satisfaction.
Li Sinian narrowed his eyes and looked at the waves outside the window: "At the end of the world, Ragnarok, there is no winner, everyone is dead."
"Please write a sentence in the corner of this room," Li Sinian said suddenly when the workers were about to leave, "write: 'It's better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven'."
Bright star, son of the morning, why have you fallen from heaven
I would rather be a king in hell than a slave in heaven.
Li Sinian looked towards the end of the corridor. In the room by the sea, a woman was holding a violin with her head tilted, intoxicated by the song of the homeless.