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Cyril had nothing to do at first, and he was idle, so he didn't leave the hospital because of Anaiden's heart, but he refused the psychiatrist, and now he doesn't need medicine or repeated examinations, and his recovery depends on quiet rest, listening to I don't mind the invitation, so let's go, after all, I have never invited him to watch a movie or something.

... completely ignored Lance's possible sinister intentions.

Although he was not wearing a hospital gown, he was more at home. He changed into a formal attire for going out, and asked the bodyguards to search the hospital to find Kroen, who was basking in the sun in nowhere, and followed the cat with him in his arms.

He didn't have any accidents when the car drove to the nearby small airport, otherwise he wouldn't be called Lance.He was a little surprised when he saw that he had landed in France, what the hell was going on.Just in time for dinner, I had dinner at an old and lesser-known restaurant in Paris... Of course Cyril knows this restaurant, because he likes the snails and special macarons cooked in this unique way-he found that Lance There are always ways to challenge his endurance.

Movie theater, very small hall, but surprisingly many people.Cyril observed the appearance, dress and behavior of the visitor, and realized that it might be a professional film critic?No reporter was seen, or, since the mobile phone was handed over at the door, even the reporter did not have the nature of a reporter.Cyril was alone and didn't bring anything. When Lance took out the satellite phone in his pocket and handed it to his subordinates, the hall was almost full, but there were two seats vacant in the place with the best view of the movie.

When Cyril and Lance walked in, most of the people were staring at them.On the one hand, he has a fresh face, on the one hand, he has never seen anyone with a cat, and is not serious at all, and on the other hand... he looks too good.I don't know how many people were eager to move at the first time, but out of the corner of their eyes, they saw a few obviously bodyguard-like people who suddenly appeared beside the hall with an extremely strong sense of presence, and they all restrained their actions first, of course they were even more curious.

While stroking the cat, Cyril carefully glanced at the hanging poster.Proper literary style, blurred background, two figures from the back, the man is near and the woman is far away.The name of the movie is very interesting, it is called "The Love Letter That Can't Talk".I heard people chatting and got information. This movie was originally intended for the Cannes Film Festival in mid-May. For some reason, there was a designated trial screening first.

When he heard the name Legoff Gard, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He quickly turned his head and looked at the poster again. His face hadn't shown any change, his head was already in a daze, and he had the conditioned reflex to get up and leave. Lance suddenly reached out to grab the poster. Grabbing his arm, he didn't use much force, almost just grasping it in vain, but it fixed him firmly in place.

Cyril's mind was in a state of confusion, and it took her ears to buzz for a while before she regained consciousness.

He looked back at Lance, but didn't see any meaning from those dark blue eyes - he didn't know that his eyes were also like this at the moment, calm, indifferent, almost static tranquility.

He just sat there, his hands and feet were cold, his body was weak, his brain would swell a little uncomfortable, and he even felt that all the calmness that had long been established had left him.He turned his head and stared at the still blank screen, and his mind was actually so blank.At this moment, no emotion can be discerned in the chest, no disgust and resentment towards Lance, no pain and torture of being dug up in the past, and no yearning and thinking about the reflection of lost things, if you have to explain it in words If it is, it is probably a kind of melancholy and clarity similar to the end of the song or the dust.

He didn't catch a single word of what the host said. When people around him were being teased or whispered, he stroked cats very naturally and casually, looked at the screen, as if no one existed—including the bitch beside him.

The movie begins.

Very warm, very warm tones, with warm twilight, warm morning glow, the square full of the atmosphere of the times, and the mottled buildings with traces of moss. The picture has an old taste, but it is as fresh as a branch just Picked jasmine.

Two very ordinary people met for the first time in a square in Florence.One lowers the head and the other raises the head, they are attracted to each other.They have traveled to many places together, seen a lot of scenery, the collision of different ideas and concepts, the communication of different worlds and lives, and carefully touched each other's souls. square.

They never met again.Women marry according to the marriage contract, have their own children, and live an ordinary and contented life.The man returned to the place where he grew up, accepted the employment of the school, and taught and educated people.One morning, the woman opened the local morning newspaper and saw a love poem on the first page. She was stunned and suddenly laughed.

It was such a wonderful thing to meet him, and thinking of him recalling every moment of the past was so happy, she didn't cry, she just thought, how happy it is.

Fifteen hundred love poems.Until one morning, it came to an abrupt end.

At the end of the picture, the old woman is sitting in a rocking chair, flipping through a newspaper that has been treasured for many years in the warm sunset.There are many such newspapers under her feet, and her old and skinny fingers traced the farewell words of the last poem, slowly, slowly, showing a smile.The screen is out of focus and it's over.

Cyril burst into tears.

Galle is an emotional old stubborn.His shots always have a strong personal style.The lingering look in the eyes does not need embellishment of words, actions, or even too much plot filling, so such a literary film with no content at all has such a unique and meaningful charm.

Lance took out a handkerchief and handed it to him.Cyril ignored it.

Krohn turned halfway on his lap and came back with a handkerchief in his mouth, and patted him.Cyril wiped its wet fur with a handkerchief, then stroked its head, smoothed its fur, raised its head, and glanced at the poster again.

How beautiful... he thought.

Suddenly relieved.

Lance is also very satisfied with the effect.It was not in vain that he gave director Galle his private investment and suggestions on the script—it was prepared in advance, but it was not expected to be used by such a coincidence.

Walking out along the flow of people, someone wanted to come up to talk to him, but was separated by the bodyguard without hesitation.It was raining outside, and Xi Ruier stood at the entrance of the theater, not far away, people with umbrellas passing by on the pedestrian street and the hazy neon lights in the rain.

"What exactly do you want?" Cyril looked at someone with a lazy tone.

Lance often sounds lazy because he has no interest in many things. Cyril finally understands what it feels like. Although it is not Lance's boring attitude because everything is in his hands, he still A kind of laziness that is both helpless and disgusting.

Lance wisely didn't mention Mrs. Claus, he thought about it, and said the original intention of funding the film: "It's time for Alma to need a bride too, Cyril... let's have a relationship .”

He didn't care what position Claures had in Cyril's mind, but it was always an indisputable fact that it took root in his heart.Now that he can see it, it is not difficult to accept a new relationship - Lance is a dead horse as a living horse doctor, hoping that another woman can ignite his passion for life.Otherwise, it would be very difficult for him to have nothing to love and self-destruction.

Xi Ruier, on the other hand, never expected to hear such an answer, and smiled angrily: "In what capacity are you saying this?"

Lance took a deep look at him: "That's a good idea." He paused, and then said, "You don't want to know other ideas."

Cyril's face suddenly turned ugly.This guy has countless criminal records. He has always done things based on his own will and not being liked by others. Now he has given a notice in advance, and he has to accept it when he played with him in the past. The problem is that if he really wants to do it If something happens, no one can stop it.

Resisting the urge to throw Klon on his face, he turned around and walked away with the cat in his arms.I think it's my brain pumping to talk nonsense with this guy.

Although I came to France, there is no reason to go back to Leoque's old house.

He wandered the streets of Paris after the rain, stood for a while, and then returned to the hospital in England to recuperate.When Naiden saw him, he was obviously relieved—observing the master's expression, he was still the same, and he couldn't see any likes or dislikes.

During this night, he looked at the ceiling and thought of many things.Those vague and vague memories, accompanied by the pictures in the movie and the soft and light music, came back to his mind.He showed a long smile unknowingly. During the brief meeting, he saw Claus again. She bid farewell to him, lifted her skirt and bowed slightly, her green eyes kept staring at him, like In the dusk full of warm light when we first met, he felt that his soul was very light for a moment, and then he was finally able to fall asleep.

Lance didn't appear in front of him again, probably because he knew that Cyril was very annoyed, so he simply didn't look for any sense of presence.Gray Harrier called to say that things were going well, and that he had received unexpected information.

Information given by Lance.Although the evidence of dereliction of duty by some unsightly people is not enough to be sent to prison immediately, it is enough to achieve the effect of being accused, and once it appears in court, the loss of credibility will be extremely huge.

Those without real power rely on the support of the people, and those with real power can only try to shake them in this way.

Gray Harrier said that part of the information was encrypted, and he needed his own fingerprint iris to decrypt it... I also knew that this meant that the content inside was so important that even Gray Harrier could not fully trust it.

Cyril was speechless, this thing was so helpful that he couldn't refuse.This kind of behavior carries a kind of decadent and helpless flattery.

I can't stop you, so I can only help you.