Two days later, the shooting of "Two Big Smoke Guns" was finally completed, which made the whole crew cheer. For the second- and third-rate actors participating in the show, it is really a happy thing not to be tortured by this "horrible" director. The staff who would continue to follow would be less fortunate. Although Adrian had "kindly" given them two days off, but ...

"Have a good rest, the time will be more urgent, and I will drain every bit of your energy." Adrian announced this and Dennis was also included.

"Even if you can't help much in the profession, shouldn't it be difficult to provide services? No way, the budget and manpower are not enough, anyway, this is your business." Adrian said meticulously, originally intended to be in London For a few days, Dennis had to dispel this idea.

Adrien didn't want to do this, but as he said to Dennis, there was not enough manpower, and he would have to do all the post editing. In addition, time is tight, and the registration deadline for the Venice Film Festival has been less than a month, so I had to let Dennis and a few staff members take care of all the trivialities, so that I can quickly edit every minute and every second.

"At this time the day after tomorrow, I'm probably working crazy in a studio in London." After looking at the time, Adrian sighed, "Hurry up and rest."

Xu counted his things. He stepped out of the room and arrived at the hotel's reception hall, leaning at the door and looking at the street scenery. After about ten minutes like this, he looked at the time again and counted in his heart. After the 50th count, the person waiting to appear appeared at the entrance of the hotel.

"Hello, Miss Becensa." Adrian waved and greeted.

"Hello, Mr. Cowell." Catherine, carrying her bag, smiled and no other expression.

"I thought you were back, and your mother called the day before yesterday. Listening to her tone, it seems that you will be here if you don't go back." Adrian said jokingly.

"She always does." Catherine shrugged with a smile, and then the words turned: "To be honest, if you didn't make things difficult, maybe I would have gone back."

"Hey, we said it was leveled." Adrian reminded him, looking a little annoyed, and Catherine couldn't help laughing, and waved her right hand: "Okay, flattened, not to mention . "

"Are you busy going back? If not, how about going for a cup of black tea?" Adrian asked.

The wrong expression flashed on Catherine's face, and she nodded after a few seconds of hesitation: "All right."

The two chatted and walked around the street a few times, and finally found a small cafe with a good environment.

"You mean, you have hardly visited this town since the start of shooting, Mr. Cowell?" Catherine asked curiously after sending the waiter.

"Call me Ed, the two terms, Mr. and Miss, are too long." Adrian said with a smile.

"Okay, Ed, you can call me Kate, my friends call me that." Catherine didn't quit.

"You probably heard that, for some reason, I have been in a hurry to shoot, plus I have to write some novel fragments or outlines of some of the scripts I think of every day, except for the shooting needs, I have basically not walked outside." Adrian explained.

"You know, Ed, you are really a weird person. You are writing novels while you are making movies. You can not only write great books, but also come up with a ... interesting idea in such a short time." Here was a flush of redness on Catherine's face.

"I wasted too much time before, and always wanted to hurry up," Adrian shrugged. "Besides, strange is not a good word. I don't think I'm going to dye the hair like that, The guy in a black leather jacket riding Harley around, or the guy in a plaid shirt and straw hat sitting around the corner all day watching the beautiful women is comparable. "

Katherine couldn't help laughing, "I didn't say that, you said it yourself."

Then she looked at Adrian with interest: "To be honest, you are very different today than before."

"These two days of rest, naturally letting go of those annoying things will be different," Adrian said with a sudden sigh. "But only two days. After returning to London, I will start busy post-work, really hell. I have never been to London since my grandmother died, I really want to stroll around. "

"Your maternal grandmother is British?" Catherine asked curiously.

"I used to travel back and forth between Los Angeles and London as a kid, except for my parents, who were closest to her." Adrian nodded.

"No wonder your London accent speaks so well."

"If you want to listen, I'll be a bit more accented in places like Oxfordshire or Cornwall."

The conversation box was opened. Although the topics of the conversation were trivial matters in life and they just said what they thought, the two still talked eagerly. Drinking black tea, a few chuckles from time to time, and the sun rose out of the thick clouds, adding a warm tone to this somewhat deserted cafe through the window.

"Then, why do you have to attend the Venice Film Festival? There is more than one film festival in the world. You don't have to worry about it so much. You can participate in other film festivals after being well-made." Chatting and talking about Katherine the film.

"I waste a lot of time because of time." Adrian sighed.

"A lot of time wasted?" Catherine was puzzled.

"Yes ..." Adrian lowered his eyelids and moved his fingers. "My parents died two years ago in an air crash."

Catherine whispered lowly.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Nothing, it's much better now, just ..." Adrian looked out of the window, and the streets were brightened by the thick clouds of sunlight. "I've been drinking for two years and got up late every day. Then I fooled around and went home in the early morning to return to the empty home. "

Catherine was silent, as if recalled.

"I can understand," she said softly. "My father died when I was 6 years old. He is an excellent comedian who often lets me ride on his shoulders and then takes me to the studio ... even if it has passed. For more than a decade, every time I think of it, I still feel ... I have suffered from anorexia for this ... "

When he said that, Catherine waved her hand suddenly, and her brows frowned, and there was a trace of irritability on her pretty face. She flipped the cigarette out of her shoulder bag, pulled out one and stuffed it into her mouth, and clicked with a lighter.

Adrian, who saw these in his eyes, suddenly reached out and took out the cigarette from her mouth. "This is not a good habit."

"What are you doing?" Catherine stared at him suddenly.

吸烟 "Smoking is not good for you," Adrian said lightly.

"What I want to do is my business." Catherine was a little angry.

"Women's harm is far greater than men's smoking, Kate, how beautiful you are, how can you let this beauty dissipate because of cigarettes?" Adrian didn't seem to realize she was angry.

"I think it's my business whether you smoke or not!" Catherine's tone was already annoyed.

"Yes, I know, but, Kate, smoking doesn't stop you from thinking about your father, just like I have to wake up the next day and face the facts," Adrian said sincerely, he gently scratched With Catherine in her hand, "Come on, I don't think your father would want to see his daughter addicted to smoking."

His thumb slowly stroked back and forth on Catherine's hand.

Looking at Adrian, Catherine was silent again for a long while, then finally got up and pulled her hand back gently. She picked up the cigarette on the table and played with it, and Adrian did not stop or speak again.

"I think I should go," Catherine whispered.

"I'll take you out." Adrian nodded, took her to the street after checkout, and stopped a taxi for her.

"I smoked very hard for a while, and then quit under the supervision of my mother and stepdad. The stepdad said the same thing to me," Catherine said as she looked at Adrian after she drove the door, her eyes blinking With an inexplicable light, "Today is just sudden ... I was struck by your heart ... Thank you, Ed."

"I should do it." Adrian smiled.

I watched her get in the car and watch her go away, and it wasn't until the taxi disappeared at the end of the street that Adrian looked back. She made good progress. She was willing to persuade herself. She was not angry with her rude behavior, indicating that she had a place in her heart. Moreover ...

德里 Adrian lowered his head and rubbed his fingers lightly, as if he could still feel the soft skin on the back of Catherine's hand. UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com Generally speaking, if a woman does not dislike a man touching the back of her hand, it is probably already interesting to a man.

Women's hands are much more sensitive than men's, especially between the thumb and forefinger, and men can judge women's senses by touching them. Adrian was a bit tricky, but Catherine's response could tell everything.

"Well, come to an end, let's finish the more important things first." Adrian shrugged as he murmured with his fingers, squeezed his fists, then fixed his clothes, then walked towards the hotel. .

After a night of rest, Adrian took the team back to London. The rented studio was messy and small because of budget issues, but he didn't care.

"We are here to work, not to enjoy, even if the environment is worse than this, we must continue to work and do not fall on the road to victory." In the messy editing room, Adrian was so cheering everyone.

不是 He is not without money to rent a studio with a better environment. Attorney Wilson has just left London. The two scripts have already negotiated the conditions with Universal, even if one tenth is enough. But Adrian didn't do it, everything went according to plan, and even when he returned to London, he still stayed in the small hotel with the staff.

$ 200,000 has already exceeded the cost of "Two Big Tobacco Guns" in memory. Is it necessary to invest more? This is not a good habit. Just as he thought about it, how can he make a movie in the future if he has to overspend? Guy Ritchie could cut this movie out in a small studio, but why not?

(In other words, you guessed it too accurately, intentionally translated the surname and first name ...)