Superstar

"Fun party, A'mon, thank you." Before Schindler's words fell, A'mon fell to the ground and felt embarrassed, but Schindler did not reach out to him. Instead, he placed his left hand on the back of the long wicker chair next to the single wicker chair, and drank a snort of brandy freely, "Why drink those machine oils?" Schindler vaguely looked at A'mon. 'At a glance, but in order to conceal the'waves' of his inner emotions, he turned his head and looked at the'playground' of the concentration camp next to him, "I always give you good stuff, and your liver is almost like explosives. 'It exploded."

A'meng did not hesitate any image problems. He supported his hands on the ground, bent his knees, and staggered forward twice in a dog-climbing style, grabbed the handle of the wicker chair with his left hand, and staggered to support himself. Got up, then moved his hips awkwardly, and sat down on the wicker chair heavily, "You know, I look at you," A'mon leaned his back on the wicker chair, and Xinde Le sat face to face, said vaguely, "I watch you..." Then he put his feet on the wicker chair, lying on the wicker chair in a enchanting posture, using himself dimly. His eyes looked at Schindler, "You never get drunk. Oh, then, that is real control. Control is power, and that is power."

A'mon's vague words made Schindler alert. He subconsciously raised his left hand and placed it under his nose and rubbed it gently, trying to hide the tense muscles around his mouth in this way. 'Meat'.

Schindler looked at A'mon, who was sweating profusely in front of him. His hair was completely messy and lost its original shape. It slumped on his forehead like a ball of water, neater than Schindler. In a correct image, A'meng is like fished out of a river. But under the messy hair, the deep eyes of A'meng perfectly blended into the darkness of the night's color, with a faint light faintly, and the room was exposed. The light outlines the handsome face of A'meng with light and shadow. The straight nose, the thin lips with a sense of sex, and the shallow stubble are like a masterpiece of God. Unbuttoned shirts can make people vaguely see the protruding beer belly, but they can also make people see the sexual ‘chest’, which is full of a fatal ‘temptation’. The ‘confusion’ power, and the soul-absorbing light in those eyes reminded Schindler of Lucifer, the fallen angel.

Schindler had to look away, drank a sip of wine to cover up his inner panic, lest the eyes fall on him, "So the Jews are afraid of us?" He tried to change the subject, using " The word "we" refers to ourselves as A'Meng's companion.

A'Meng's eyelids drooped slightly because of drunkenness, with a lazy but deadly sense of danger, gleaming in the dark, he curled his lips and said disdainfully, "They will be afraid, it is because of us. Have the power to kill." Then he picked up the glass that had only one-third of the wine left in his hand because of the fall, and drank it habitually in his mouth.

"Yes, we have the right to kill people at will." After Schindler adjusted his mood, he looked back at A'mon who seemed to fall asleep at any time, and said in his own language, "Someone commits a crime, he It should be known that we can sentence him to death, and we can enjoy this kind of pleasure. Or execute it by hand, which is more enjoyable." Schindler said to himself, "but that is not power, it is justice, and it is different from power. "

A'Meng' did not answer, he just looked into the distance in a'mysterious' and'Meng', his slow brain obviously began to tie knots because of the intrusion of wine'jing'. Schindler had to slow down his speech, as if a psychiatrist was performing hypnosis, "Power is sufficient reason to kill a person, but not to kill."

"Do you think that is power?" A'mon finally reacted. He turned to look at Schindler, his lazy eyes lifted up slightly, as if a sharp blade pierced into Schindler's. Schindler's heart palpitated.

Schindler kept reminding himself that A'mon is now in a drunk state and speaks unconsciously, so there is no need to be afraid, so he forced himself to move closer and stared at A'mon's eyes, "The Emperor's Power is like this. A thief was escorted to the emperor, crawling on the ground, begging for mercy, he knew he could not escape death." Schindler tried to catch A'mon's attention with the change of his speech speed, but However, he saw A'Meng's amber eyes pick up slightly, as if he was aware of the truth, and his heartbeat suddenly missed a beat. He had to press his lips slightly, "However... …The emperor pardoned him."

Schindler noticed that A'Meng's eyes seemed to be silent again, which made him brave again, "This is a man not worth killing, so he released him."

Ah Meng did not speak, he looked deeply at Schindler in front of him, his eyes only locked Schindler’s eyes, and he turned slightly, as if looking at every subtlety in Schindler’s pupils. Variety. This made all the cold'hairs' on Schindler's back stand up, and the threat of death at this moment was unprecedented close to the aorta of his neck. The unruly and dangerous A'mon' in front of him made him unpredictable, as if the next In seconds, A'meng will suddenly violent, and then reap his life.

The quiet silence almost condensed the air, which caused Schindler's heartbeat to start to accelerate uncontrollably. After almost half a century, A'mon's thin'lips' opened slightly, and his voice was low and hoarse. "I think you are drunk."

This sentence was like a bullet, and it concentrated Schindler’s heart fiercely, causing Schindler’s pupils to shrink quickly, but he immediately realized that his changes seemed to be seen by A'meng. In his eyes, he was like an ant between the palms of A'meng. But at this time, Schindler had no retreat, he had to continue forward and stick to his plan to the end, otherwise, it would be a disaster.

"That's power! A'Meng'." Schindler did not respond to A'Meng' positively, but repeated it firmly and heavily, "That's power!"

A ‘Meng’ did not answer, he just looked at Schindler like this, his eyes seemed to be deeply engraved in Schindler’s pupils. Schindler stepped back slowly, leaning back on the back of his chair, feeling his sweat-soaked back, he kept reminding himself: The demon in front of him was drunk and drunk! Then Schindler tried to keep it up. Calmly said, "The benevolent A'mon'." Schindler bet right. The smile on the corner of A’Meng’s mouth rose little by little, and then it bloomed proudly in the middle of the night like a ‘flower’, opening up completely. I saw Ah Meng lowered his eyes and thought carefully, as if he was thinking about the meaning of Schindler’s words. A Meng suddenly realized that if he had this kind of power, then he was in Schindler’s mouth. The emperor. Emperor, this seems pretty good. So, Ah Meng raised his eyes and looked at Schindler again, as if he were the king of a country, and pointed to Schindler, "I forgive you."

Pardon Schindler for his rude sins, just like the emperor above him. This made Ah Meng feel the unprecedented power and the power to firmly control the power in his hands, so he laughed, laughed boldly and wildly, and then took a little bit of wine in the left hand glass and drank it. Exhausted.

The filming of this scene has ended, but Steven’s interruption of filming still did not come. Hugo has always been immersed in the state of the role, but since there are no more lines, Hugo can’t. Continuing on, he took his gaze and looked in the direction of the camera, then raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a calm tone, "I think you are drunk."

When this sentence came out, Steven's "card" rang in an instant, but there was still no one talking at the scene, only the trivial sound of the camera stopping. The corners of Hugo's mouth rose up, and he said lazily and tiredly, "Relax, I forgive you." This little humor made many staff members relax and chuckle.

Although the crew has been on for almost fifty days, and Hugo has been in the role of Amon-Goss for a long time, people are still admired by Hugo’s performances. Hugo tonight is like the king of the night, he is slightly drunk, he is lazy, he is dangerous, his sense of'sex', he is terrible, and he holds all the atmosphere of the scene firmly in his hands with every move. , The feeling of thorns and gratitude that the tip of the knife is close to the pupil makes everyone stand up collectively, being forced by Hugo's powerful aura so that they dare not even breathe too hard.

At this moment, even without Hugo's explanation, everyone understands why Hugo started drinking early in the morning today. When the filming of this scene started, the decadent, unruly but lazy and dangerous atmosphere in Hugo was Under the rendering of the dark night, it is truly and accurately displayed in everyone's sight. Hugo’s brain becomes sluggish because of the “essence” of alcohol, but it will not really fall into a state of drunkenness and cause the “chaos” of the lines. This control is amazing, and even more important. Yes, Hugo's dedication and dedication are admirable.

"If someone tells Hugo to play big names later, I will be the first to call him wrong." Steven smiled and teased. Hugo is not wearing a uniform at this time, and the scene is not that heavy, so Steven Also thought to make a joke. This made everyone at the scene chuckle.

But Hugo still lay lazily on the wicker chair~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and shook his head, "No, no, you are wrong. Today is the real performance of my big-name game, drinking and filming blatantly on the set. ? I'm probably the only one." This ridicule was the real lively atmosphere, and everyone burst into laughter.

Hugo only feels that his head is really too heavy. After he gets drunk, he has to work hard to stay awake and filming. This is not an easy task. Besides, he is not a good drinker, even after this period. The same is true for time exercise. Therefore, Hugo had to raise her voice to interrupt everyone’s laughter, "If you don’t mind, can we continue shooting? Because I don’t know when I will suddenly start vomiting..." Hugo said. Without falling, he had a premonitory reaction of vomiting. That strong alcohol rushed up from his stomach, but Hugo knew that if he vomited out now, it would be more difficult for the next shooting, so he bit The urge to vomit was suppressed abruptly.

All the staff at the scene stared dumbfounded and watched Hugo's entire face wrinkled. The pain was really unbearable to look directly at, but Hugo squeezed it down and sat back in his chair. On his back, I wiped the sweat from his forehead with his right hand. As soon as his face changed, he became the terrible Amon-Goss again, and said lazily, "Should I call to start? ?"

In an instant, this strong contrast made the scene silent.