Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

If you want to select the most representative actor in the United States in the new century, then walker Ruth is definitely one of the most powerful candidates - he has been on the set since he was five years old, and his transformational work at the age of 16 shines at the Cannes Film Festival , although it went astray afterwards and became a negative model for a while, but with the help of the phenomenon-level blockbuster movie "Knights", salty fish turned around, and then took several classics with different styles, completely erasing The previous dark history has caused countless people to fall in love with those indifferent and alienated blue eyes, and even his early films have increased a lot in sales, especially the Cannes award-winning film.

It was a very boring story about loss and perdition. A boy born in a slum was unwilling to be sold by his mother as a bargaining chip and ran away resolutely. He realized his own insignificance and despair in the extreme cold of betrayal, and was finally overwhelmed by the tide of the world. devour.

Walker·ruth can’t remember the specific content, but I still clearly remember that the last scene of sinking into the water was shot sixteen times repeatedly. For the sake of the beauty of the shot, he wore a thin white shirt when it snowed heavily in winter. He fell into the water and climbed out again and again. The river was so cold that he could hardly stand up on his own. That night, he had a high fever and developed pneumonia, but his parents were afraid that he would infect his younger brother. Didn't reveal, his agent was busy negotiating with him about the next play and only came once and hired a nurse to settle the matter. During the half-month treatment process, he could only read and memorize while on the IV. The script of a play, without gentle comfort, without asking for warmth, he looked at the empty bird's nest among the bare tree branches outside the window, and suddenly felt almost suffocating despair.

So cold.

so tired.

It was as if he fell into the water and nearly drowned.

"!" Suddenly woke up from sleep, Walker Ruth broke out in a cold sweat uncontrollably, why did he dream about something so long ago?While thinking in a daze, he followed his instinct and lifted the quilt, letting the cold air soothe his sweaty body.

Probably because after so many years, he was once again gloriously patronized by pneumonia, and the high fever reached [-] degrees and he lost consciousness at one point, which is too similar to the situation at that time.

He was thinking dizzily, when he heard footsteps at the door, he hurriedly covered the opened quilt back, with half of his head retracted into the quilt, only a pair of watery blue eyes were exposed.

"How do you feel today? Do you still want to cough?" The man who opened the door and walked in while asking was his lover, the worst actor and the most successful businessman he had ever seen, Abbott Dewey, of course, more people prefer Call him Mr. Little Dewey.

"It's okay." Walker Ruth buried his flushed cheeks under the quilt again, revealing a kind of gentleness that was completely different from usual.

Little Dewey raised his eyebrows, and touched his hand under the quilt familiarly. As expected, the quilt that hadn't had time to be warmed was quite cool.

"I told you not to lift the quilt casually." He frowned, and his already slightly gloomy face became even uglier, "Do you still think I haven't been sick for long enough?"

"Just for a while, not for a minute." Walker Ruth muttered a few words, but after being stared at by little Dewey, he said nothing.

This is all a conditioned reflex left during the period of alcohol withdrawal. For a while, he gave up on himself so much that he became addicted to alcoholism. Later, Dewey used force to quit completely. It was an extremely painful but inexplicably happy memory. Time, he was completely restrained from head to toe, 24 hours a day, seven days a week without any freedom was completely bound to him, the time planning was meticulous to the second, it took more than half a year to forcefully pull him back from the brink of collapse.

Walker Ruth is a big bastard who doesn't care if he rots in the mud, but even if it's just to be worthy of Mr. Dewey's plan that has been consulted by dozens of senior psychologists every day to revise it hundreds of times and the few things that have fallen in half a year. Ten catties of meat, he has to work hard to look like a human being, right?

His acting skills are outstanding, he can be regarded as a leader among the actors of his generation in Hollywood. Although there are a lot of black material, it is not enough to be blacklisted by the directors. With a little dewey as a guarantee to clear up the relationship, there is no need to worry about running out of scenes to film. , the first two films were just to test the waters. After finding the feeling, almost every film can bring back one or two awards from major film festivals, and thus it has become a hot spot that is being scrambled for by the media. There are also like-minded people who changed their tunes and sang praises, and all the reformed prodigal sons who turned back without money were all pinned on him.

Only he himself knows that he still has the ghostly virtue in his heart, he doesn't care about directors, fans, or awards, he is only acting for this person, Abbottdewey, if he leaves the other party, he is still a puddle of mud, and he can't help him on the wall.

"Don't tell me you forgot how you got sick." Mr. Dewey, who has become more and more powerful in recent years, spoke fiercely as if he was looking for revenge, but he helped him up with great care, put on a thick coat and put it away again. Hug a pillow so that the other person can sit comfortably on the bed and drink hot milk with a cup in their hands.

He does these actions very smoothly. In fact, he likes to take care of his lover in every possible way. The way the other party is soft and dependent on him can always satisfy his dark desire for control and exclusiveness somewhere in his heart.

"Okay." Walker Ruth obediently buried his head in the big mug to admit defeat. He didn't really like the taste of milk, but he didn't really hate it either.

Little Dewey stroked his hair, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the back of Walker Ruth's hand. There were several needle holes on it, and the bruises were all over it, which looked horrible and pitiful. Walker Ruth's blood vessels were naturally thinner than others, and he was in a state of high fever He couldn't even get the needle in. At that moment, he felt that he was going to lose the other party.

He couldn't describe the panic and bewilderment. He only remembered that the other party was lying on the bedside and weeping uncontrollably when the crisis was over. He was thinking fiercely not to let the other party out of his sight.

Walker Ruth rubbed little Dewey's hand on his head, silently comforting the other party's emotions, next year maybe he should take two less films, so as not to be able to be together for a few days in a year like this year.

This rare and leisurely afternoon between the two of them was quickly broken by pattering footsteps and laughter, and the door was knocked several times, "Daddy, can we come in?" The door was pushed open a small crack, and two little heads poked in, "Ah! Dad is here!"

They were two little boys, one was a little younger, he still stumbled when he walked, he had beautiful blond hair and blue eyes, he bit his fingers and smiled softly, it was just a replica of Walker Ruth when he was a child, the other was about four years old. He looks five years old, with curly brown hair and a small face that looks a little more mature than his brother.

——But judging from the way he jumped up with a cheer when he saw Walker Ruth, it was obvious that he wasn't very mature.

The two surrogate little angels are also the anchors that really fix Walker Ruth's precarious soul and won't be on the verge of collapse again.

The Dewey family needed an heir, so little Dewey contacted the surrogacy agency early after consulting Walker Ruth, and brought back their first little angel, Eli, a year later.

Outstanding and great man, this is a blessing from old Mr. Dewey.

Walker Ruth was very afraid of getting in touch with children at first. He never had a normal childhood, and he didn’t know how to get along with children at all. He even worried about whether the children would be affected by the dark side of himself. He had no way to teach What a child, so when Dewey contacted the surrogacy agency and asked him if he wanted a child, he refused without hesitation, and even secretly made up his mind to spend as little time with the other party's child as possible.

The child is the responsibility, and he doesn't have the courage to take that responsibility.

But when the little dewey put the soft little thing in his arms, and the wrinkled little guy showed a toothless smile to himself, everything seemed to be all right, Those hesitation and hesitation melted away like snow in spring. He carefully held the baby in his arms, and suddenly felt a peace and clarity in his heart that he had never had before.

In the second year, he welcomed his son Jack, who was like a replica of himself, a merciful gift from God.

"Daddy!" Eli likes to stick to him very much. Before Jack was born, he would sleep obediently by his side every night, otherwise he would cry like a dick, but after Jack was born, he was more willing to sleep with his brother, luckily In this way, otherwise his narrow-minded father will definitely be unhappy again.

Jack bit his fingers and watched eagerly as his brother took the first step to occupy Daddy's arms, so he had no choice but to take the next best thing. He swayed his father's calf and was hugged into his arms, "Daddy, Merry Christmas." His milky voice Said angrily, took out a piece of candy from the duckling's pocket and presented it to Walker Ruth as if offering a treasure.

"Merry Christmas." Eli immediately took out a piece of chocolate and handed it to his favorite daddy, his cheeks flushed and he leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek.

"Merry Christmas, my little angels." Walker Ruth kissed the two children respectively, and then raised his head to kiss each other's lips amid someone's heavy coughing, "You too, Merry Christmas."

His lighthouse, his faith.

Merry Christmas.

It snowed sporadically outside the window again, but this time, he felt very warm and happy.

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