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"Nakamura-san, wouldn't it be better for us to leave early like this?"

You can't see your fingers in the dark room, like an endless abyss, without any trace of light. The silence is like an airtight virgin forest, and the feeling of silence of all things is like being in it.

After a long time, a slight gasp sounded slowly, and the rhythmic melody seemed quite abrupt, like a stone thrown into the calm water, instantly piercing the quiet atmosphere.

A girl's voice then rang out, with a strong tone of hesitation and anxiety. The person she called "Nakamura-san" was undoubtedly Masahiro Nakamura who chose to leave the crew early.

"What's wrong? Don't worry about these things. Just have a good sleep first. It's already this hour, aren't you tired?"

Nakamura Masahiro was originally in a deep sleep state, with his tired body stretched out in a large shape, lying on the bed wantonly. After being awakened by the girl, he did not wake up directly, but still closed his eyes and mouthed something.

I came here with such ambiguity.

Probably because he felt a little uncomfortable sleeping, Nakamura Masahiro rolled over and adjusted himself again, from lying flat on his back to lying on his side. Perhaps he finally found a comfortable and comfortable position, and he returned to being motionless.

Appearance.

"I must be tired."

The girl retorted in a low voice, with a hint of grievance in her tone. How could she not be tired after being tortured by Nakamura Masahiro for so long? She is not an inflatable doll without any feelings.

"If you are tired, then continue to rest. Or, if you feel not tired, we can play for a while longer?"

Nakamura Masahiro suddenly opened his eyes. Although the dark environment made it impossible to see everything around him clearly, the softness and hot body temperature within reach, as well as the faint sound of breathing, reminded Nakamura Masahiro all the time.

He is not alone.

"Da baa, da baa..."

As if she had been stimulated by something, the girl, who was still in a tiptoeing posture, suddenly shrank back, instantly distanced herself from Nakamura Masahiro, and put on a defensive posture.

"Then go to sleep well, I'm a little sleepy now."

Subconsciously, he couldn't help but yawn. Nakamura Masahiro reached out and touched the girl's warm skin. The delicate touch and hot temperature rippled like ripples, making people feel like they couldn't put it down.

However, after all, it was because he was too tired that Nakamura Masahiro quickly closed his eyes again and breathed steadily, as if he was about to fall asleep again.

The small flame that rekindled in my heart kept swaying back and forth, like the remaining bonfire in the stove after a meal. Without any combustion support, the trace of afterglow will eventually be slowly extinguished.

"Hi."

The girl lowered her voice and responded lightly. Then, she took off her guard, stretched her body and lay down, slowly closed her eyes, and planned to fall asleep again.

The room returned to a quiet state again. There was no light in the dark space, and only the faint sound of breathing sounded from time to time, like a late-night lullaby.

Time passes slowly, like a gurgling mountain stream, as if everything has stopped, and as if nothing has changed, just flowing quietly.

I don’t know how long it has passed, but the phone’s ringtone suddenly rang suddenly. The continuous ringing sound was like an annoying school bell. In this quiet atmosphere, it was quite disturbing to one’s dreams.

"Wake up, Nakamura-san, I have your phone number."

After a slight rustling sound, followed by a "pop" sound, the whole room suddenly became brighter. The so-called light dispels darkness, is this probably the case?

"Uh, what's wrong?"

Nakamura Masahiro, who was sleeping soundly, did not hear the ringtone of his cell phone. He was just woken up by the girl next to him, so his tone was somewhat irritable.

"Nakamura-san, your phone is ringing."

Seeing the confused look on Nakamura Masahiro's face, and the signs of getting out of bed, the girl quickly repeated it again. The look of Confucian and waxy people couldn't help but feel a sense of affection.

After squinting his eyes and groping for a while, Nakamura Masahiro found the cell phone in the corner. Although the ringtone that kept ringing made people a little upset, he still pressed the answer button.

"Moses Moses, I am Masahiro Nakamura."

With a hint of irritation in his tone, Nakamura Masahiro spoke impatiently. I don’t know who it is, but at this time, he is still calling to harass him!

Really, don’t you know that sleeping time is precious? If something important hadn’t bothered me, I would have scolded you like crazy.

With his bored thoughts turning over and over again, Nakamura Masahiro made up his mind to teach the caller who disturbed his rest a lesson, just to relax and vent.

"Nakamura-san, it's me."

However, the voice coming from the mobile phone instantly dispelled Nakamura Masahiro's idea. It was Oshiro Shoji. He was left by Nakamura Masahiro on the set to be responsible for the finishing work. I don't know why he called?

"Shoji? Is there something wrong?"

Opening his glasses slowly, Nakamura Masahiro calmly adjusted his mood, and his tone of voice also changed to a pleasant one. Since it was a call from Shoji Ojo, it is most likely an important matter.

"It's a call from the Cultural Promotion Fund. They want to make an appointment for you next year."

"Cultural Promotion Fund? Make an appointment for me next year?"

Nakamura Masahiro was slightly startled and didn't react for a while. Although he had received sponsorship from the Cultural Promotion Fund, since the filming of the film was completed, the contact between the two parties has not been that frequent.

In addition to the Cultural Promotion Fund being very satisfied with the finished film, it’s also because they really can’t help much in other aspects. After all, it’s just a local organization in Ishikawa Prefecture, and its influence is really limited.

"Do you know what it is?"

As Nakamura Masahiro asked Ojo Shoji, he was constantly speculating on the intentions of the Cultural Promotion Fund. Unfortunately, there was no useful information for analysis, and Nakamura Masahiro had no clue.

"It seems to be a promotional advertisement about Ishikawa Prefecture. It mainly shoots the local characteristics of Ishikawa Prefecture."

While trying to recall the information he had learned, Oshiro Shoji replied intermittently: "Because the specific matter has not been determined yet, there is not much information for the time being."

"Nothing is confirmed yet?"

Hearing this, Masahiro Nakamura couldn't help but sneered, feeling a little funny in his heart. He hadn't decided yet, so he called in advance to make an appointment with him?

"I thought the same way you did at the time, but after listening to the other party's explanation, I can understand them."

When receiving a call from the Cultural Promotion Fund, Oshiro Shoji also had the same doubts. Therefore, he could fully empathize with Nakamura Masahiro's questioning attitude.

"Nakamura-san, you have now been nominated for a competition at the Berlin Film Festival. Regardless of whether you ultimately win an award at the Berlin Film Festival, you have become famous in the Japanese entertainment circle."

After slightly organizing his words, Oshiro Shoji combined the information he learned with some of his conjectures and gave it to Nakamura Masahiro. He analyzed the situation and said: "If nothing else, after the Berlin Film Festival awards results come out, you

You should receive many project invitations.”

"The reason why there is no news about invitations now is that on the one hand everyone is waiting and waiting for the results of the Berlin Film Festival. On the other hand, you are still in charge of the TV series project of Hokuriku Broadcasting Station and cannot take time off at all.

It’s time.”

"As for the Cultural Promotion Fund, they were probably worried that they wouldn't be able to invite you later, so they sent out the invitation in advance."

"After all, being nominated for the Berlin Film Festival and winning the Berlin Film Festival award are two completely different concepts."

"Shoji, what you said seems to make sense."

After carefully savoring Oshiro Shoji's analysis, Nakamura Masahiro expressed his opinion in agreement. Apart from Oshiro Shoji's reasons, there seems to be no other reasonable guess.

"Well, let's do this. Next time they call, just promise it for me."

Although there is still a long time until next year, Nakamura Masahiro is not sure whether he will be free by then. But after all, the Cultural Promotion Fund has sponsored his film, and if he really needs something, he can't refuse it easily.

Besides, although the Cultural Promotion Fund is only a local organization and its influence is limited to Ishikawa Prefecture, it is an official organization after all, so Nakamura Masahiro still has to be a little cautious.

As the saying goes, as long as Nakamura Masahiro does not completely break away from the circle of Ishikawa Prefecture, he will never be able to get around the relationship with the Cultural Promotion Fund. Therefore, rather than causing trouble, it is better to maintain a good relationship.

After finishing the conversation with Oshiro Shoji, Nakamura Masahiro hung up the phone. His eyes unconsciously glanced sideways, and he found that the girl had fallen asleep without knowing when?

I don’t know if the girl is too sleepy? Or is she really too tired? She is lying on her side facing Masahiro Nakamura, her slender eyelashes are slightly trembling, and her even breathing is rhythmic, like a seductive sonata.

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Her skin is white, tender and delicate, and her lotus-like arms stretch freely, which is in sharp contrast with the bright colors of the quilt. Probably because she dreamed of something beautiful, the corners of the girl's slightly opened mouth began to rise unconsciously.

Exhaling slowly, Nakamura Masahiro leaned back and sat directly on the bed. He was originally very sleepy, but after all this trouble, he couldn't sleep at this time.

He leaned against the bed quietly, looking up at the roof in a daze, and was lost in thought for a moment. The bright crystal chandelier emitted a dazzling light, making the originally dense darkness around him turn into a bright one.