I couldn't help but feel aroused. My right hand slid into the depths of Jiabao's collar like a snake. I could get it in, but I felt like I was touching the cream, soft and slippery.

A virgin land that no one has ever touched me is full and elastic. Under my rubbing, it is deformed and twisted. The two cherries on the top of the peak are also extremely hard and bulging under my splash point.

Jiabao was shy and anxious, but his face was filled with a happy smile. She had been waiting for a moment for a long time, but she never thought that once it arrived, she would be so panicked.

She looked at me, her eyes dodged, but she was unwilling to move away, her expression seemed to cry but laugh, she seemed to greet but refused, and she didn't even know what to do.

"You bad guy!" The only thing she could do was repeat the sentence over and over again, but her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into low moans and panting.

I buried my face in her chest, buried in the snow-white area, and suddenly, I remembered that night in London.

That night was very similar to today, with the wind, and the smell of soil and flowers. There was no one around, and there were only unknown birds. At that time, this woman sat beside me. Tell me the stories of her youth, the Nordic coast, and the fishing fires on the sea. From that night, she was not just an actor at DreamWorks, but a snow-white and pure elf with a beautiful face and a pure heart. She looked at me and smiled. In her smile, I saw the flowers blooming in spring everywhere.

At that time, there was also a snow-white patch in front of me. The whiteness was her face, like the bright moonlight, shining with crystal clearness. It was also from that night that this pure woman also broke into my heart and caught me off guard. She had long-standing traces in my heart, and it was eternal.

And now, she is right in front of me, and she gives herself to me.

Many years later, no matter who mentioned Santa Catalina Island to me, my narrative was like this: "That island is southwest of the harbor of Los Angeles. It takes about an hour to take a boat ride. The island is full of flowers all year round. In November, the wind is particularly strong, and the fragrance of flowers will drift far away with the wind. It is a place like a paradise, with romance soaked in the soil. When the sky is dark, it is snow-white everywhere, and the sound of bagpipes of music can be heard in the ears. The grass is soft and thick. When others cannot find you, you will feel like lying on a thick cloud. This island produces a taste that cannot be explained in words. This taste will make you forget all the sorrows and make you feel everything in the world. It turns out that it is so beautiful."

My description was later written on a sign by the island's tourism bureau and stood at the port. At that time, Santa Catalina Island had already become a famous tourist destination. People from all over the world flocked to it, and many people were for a movie. That movie once left too many touches in their hearts.

However, many people later expressed doubts about my description. They said that although the island is full of flowers, it does not seem to have any special smell. Some people even came out of the hotel to enjoy the scenery at night or in the early morning, but they said that at that time, the surroundings were dark and I couldn't see what I said was snow-white. Some people also said that there was not even an Irish person on the island, and of course there was no so-called bagpipe sound. The grass was thick and soft, but no one wanted to lie inside because there might be little bugs crawling into your lilac clothes.

At that time, I was already very old. Looking at the descriptions of those people, I began to doubt whether the place they went to was the same place as the island of Santa Catalina that I remembered, because their narrative was really different from what I imagined.

Then, I asked an old woman beside me who was leaning on my shoulder to bask in the sun with me, and asked her if Santa Catalina Island was what I remembered.

As a result, she laughed, and she couldn't help laughing, and the other old ladies around her laughed.

She told me that the early morning of Santa Catalina Island was extremely cold and dark. Even when the moonlight came out, I couldn't see the scenery around me, and I couldn't see the snow-white ones I said. When we went to the island to film, the whole island had a violin except for the owner of the flower shop, there was no musical instrument, let alone the sound of bagpipes. As for the grass layer, it was not as soft and thick as I said, and it was actually very uncomfortable.

Her story did not convince me, but I still insisted that my memories were real and all my descriptions were real.

Later, I suddenly realized that I actually saw a piece of snow-white that day, but that piece of snow-white is not a good moonlight, but Garbo's chest. Similarly, I really heard the melodious sound of bagpipes that day, and it was the authentic Scottish Highlands bagpipes, as comfortable as flowing water, but it came from that night in London, from the depths of "Brave Heart", and from the sweetness of memory.

So, no matter what others told me about Santa Catalina, I always stubbornly thought that Santa Catalina was like this. At that time, I was very old and a stubborn old man.

Later, one year, a hurricane destroyed all the flowers on the island, and all the flowers were rolled into the sea, and there was no tiles left on the island, but a flower survived, that kind of flower, with a white face. Then the residents who migrated to the island used this little flower called thistle flower as a symbol of the island. Whenever tourists came to the island, they would introduce this flower to others, and the person who brought this flower to the island was Andre Corleon, and introduced a movie called "Hollywood Story"

That early morning, Jiabao and I didn't steal the forbidden fruit. Of course, we both had this idea at the time. But later we gave up for some reason.

The reason for this is when we are lingering in the theme. A huge and fiery sun rises slowly from the sea level. At that time, Jiabao and I were hidden in the grass, and I was on the top. She was down, and the sun suddenly rose from behind me without warning.

I saw Jiabao's hair, cheeks, neck and her bare breasts all covered with a layer of red and dazzling brilliance. Then I saw a bright area around me, flowers, trees, sunny slopes, hotels in the distance, a rolling mountain in the distance, and a seabird flying in the air.

Then Jiabao put on his clothes shyly, hugged my waist and said he wanted to watch the sunrise with me.

That day, I found that I hated the sun so much.

Then, everyone in the crew ran to the cliff, and everyone sat in the grass, staring at the fireball in the air with their chins raised, until their eyes were sore and painful, and watching the sunrise became a habit for the islanders.

After watching the sunrise, the crew spent a morning running the machinery and equipment to the two-mile flower field at Li Pier. The flower field is located next to a river land, with abundant water and grass. The slope is full of all kinds of flowers, and people walk in the flowers, as if swimming in the paintings.

The owner of the flower farm was very welcome to us. The reason he welcomed us was that we paid him a lot of venue rental fees, and the other was that after the "Hollywood Story" was screened, a large number of tourists would definitely be summoned.

After inspecting the flower field, I took a look at a slope next to the river. The slope was raised high and about ten meters higher than the surrounding fields. In front of it was a gentle river. Roses bloomed on the slope, spreading out one by one. It was very beautiful.

"Stenborough, take someone to deal with this slope, trim the weeds on it, pull out some miscellaneous flowers. Then follow the script to set the scene." I pointed to Stenborough with a cigarette in my mouth and said to him.

"Boss, are you going to shoot that emotional scene here?" Stenborg said with wide eyes and looked at me.

I nodded.

Stenberg swallowed hard, saying: "Boss, you can fix the weeds and pull out the flowers. There is no problem with these, but there is no big tree that is lonely on the slope that requires the script to be!"

This shot is a romantic shot I carefully created. The movie I reference is the movie "My Savage Girlfriend" that deceived countless movie fans into tears: On a undulating slope, there is a big tree standing alone, on the slope, flowers blooming, and the hero and heroine...

When this shot was first written in the script, it made the Stenberg group call him God. Griffith even pulled my arm and told me that no one had ever treated love so romantically. Dunar swore that once this movie was released, it would be estimated that the wish bottle would be buried on the hillsides of the United States.

"Isn't it just a tree? What's the trouble? Without you, you can't let it grow one?!" I gave Stenborough a blank look and began to talk to Garber and Gary Grant.

"Boss, do you mean to let me get a fake tree to poke the hillside?!" Stenborg asked in a trembling voice.

I turned around and patted Stenborough on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Stenborough, a big tree cut from another place and inserted on the hillside is called transplantation. How can it be said to be a fake tree?!"

Joke, how could it be that coincidentally a big tree with lush branches and leaves grows alone on a lonely high slope?!

"I understand, I understand." Stenborough smiled wickedly, turned around and wanted to take people to cut trees, but I called them back again.

"Boss, what else do you have?" Stenborough squeezed his eyes and said.

I sighed and said, "I have to tell you some things so that you won't let it go. First, when choosing a tree, you must choose a big tree with lush branches and leaves that grow around, and it must be a tree that you will find romantic at first sight. Don't bring me a straight and sharp knife-like stump. Remember, this is a love scene. Second, I don't care how you knocked down that tree, no matter whether you saw the trunk or uprooted it, you must not let the branches of the tree fall into chaos when they fall to the ground.

Otherwise, a tree with disheveled hair appears in the movie, which will become a horror movie. Third, it is not enough to get it back and it will be done by digging up an empty hole and poking it on the hillside. You have to let the prop group make the tree look like it grows on the hillside. The actors will sit under the tree later. If a pile of new soil appears behind their butts in the camera, it will be exposed. The most important thing is that the tree must be poked firmly. If it falls down while it is being patted, it will be fine. If it can't make a movie, it won't be spared. "

Stenberg rolled his eyes when I said it: "Boss. You said nothing wrong with the other ones, but I don't have the same eyes as you. What kind of romantic trees are you picking? Trees are just a few branches growing on a wooden stick. If you have any romantic or not, you might as well draw a sketch for me. I will take the picture to find it. It's OK."

I was so angry that my stomach hurt, so I tore off a page of paper from the workbook and drew a picture for him.

Unexpectedly, the boy was holding the paper and a crooked mouth and slanted expression appeared on his face: "Boss, this is not a tree, it's obviously an umbrella!"

"Get out!" Before Stenborough finished speaking, I kicked him out.

There are only two characters in this scene. One is Garbo and the other is Gary Grant. Only a small number of shots are extremely difficult shots. In addition, I personally supervised the fat man to take charge of photography, so it is not a problem at all.

Such a play is a piece of cake for Garbo, and Grant is also full of confidence. So it took me less than half an hour to finish the whole play.

Then the crew was pulled down from the hillside for rehearsal. After some running-in, the effect was pretty good, but the two of them had some emotional inadequacy.

"Gary, you should be softer in your performance. Do you know that you are in love?!" I shouted Gary Grant and said earnestly.

This love scene is about the sweet moments between Brad and Juno. Although Garry and Grant are not moving in the camera and their positioning is not much different, the two are always a little restrained, especially Garry and Grant are obviously a little repulsive to Garry.

"Boss, this is going to be done.

Even if you act, you need to go too far." Gary Gran~I said.

He said it right, grasping emotions in the emotional scene is the most difficult. Although he has played against Jiabao more than once, the two of them hugged each other in this scene, which is somewhat considerate for him. Not to mention anything else, everyone in DreamWorks knows that Jiabao and me are not that simple.

I waved Gary Grant and called Garbo over alone.

"My lady, your performance today is extremely bad." I smiled.

"It's not good if it's not good! That's it!" Jiabao, who was usually obedient, gentle and obedient, suddenly seemed to have become a different person today.

"What's wrong? Who messed with you?" I said strangely.

"Come in with me!" Jiabao whined into the prop tent next to him, and then walked into the tent without looking back.

I was so confused by her that I could not touch my head, so I just followed me.

As soon as I stepped in, I felt my ears tighten, and then a severe pain came from the ear. There was no doubt that the little girl Jiabao had a sudden attack and twisted my ears.

It’s a big deal today!? Why did Jiabao, who is usually a lady, become so savage?!

If you use the scenes of "My Savage Girlfriend", the protagonist really becomes savage!?

You can't say that Jiabao's technique is learned from Heidi without looking at it. First of all, it is extremely quick to get you away. Secondly, it is extremely accurate. You will definitely pinch your earlobe and one-third of the above-mentioned thirds with your thumb and index finger. Finally, you will definitely pull it from bottom to top at a forty-five degrees. This angle is the most tricky, and it often makes you cry in pain.

"Japan, when did you become so savage?!" I grinned.

Jiabao's tone was extremely cold: "When did you become savage?! At this time! Heidi was right. If you deal with you, you can't show you a good look! I'm so angry!"

As Jiabao said, he increased his strength in his hands. I was already slanted by the slanting mouth.

"Jiabao, I tell you that no one likes the savage women, otherwise I will set up a vote for you to see. A savage woman will definitely get the lowest number of votes!" I shouted.

"Those who don't vote will all change to a savage girlfriend! Let's see if they still vote! Today I will teach you a lesson like Heidi!" Jiabao rolled up his sleeves and exposed his arms like lotus roots, staring at me with his big watery eyes.

Why didn’t I expect that such a lady could be so savage?

"Jiabao, let go, let go first, it's not too late to twist it when I finish speaking." People had to bow their heads under the eaves, not to mention that I'm most afraid of others twisting my ears.

"Okay, let's just put it aside first. If you have anything to say, say it quickly!" Jiabao stood in front of me with his hands on his hips. Seeing me rubbing my ears and grinning, he couldn't help laughing.

"Jiabao, you have to reason even if you kill someone. What mistake did I make? You twist my ears like this! What if you twist it away?! Why didn't I realize that you were so cruel?!" I glared and shouted loudly.

After all, Garbo is not Heidi. If it were Heidi, I would glar at her and would have one result, that is, I would continue to be beaten up. Garbo is not good. First, her personality is already gentle, and I learned to twist my ears from Heidi, and secondly, I was not really angry. So when I saw my serious face, I immediately panicked. My big watery eyes flashed at me and asked in a panic: "I, am I useless? Did you twist you?"

"You are useless?! If you use force, my ears will be pulled off by you!" I suppressed my smile and continued to show my power.

"Yes, but I heard Heidi say you are most afraid of this..." Jiabao's voice became extremely gentle, and he looked at me, pitiful.

"Heidi?! I said you are so old-fashioned in twisting people's ears! It turns out that I learned from Heidi! You actually secretly learned the trick of subduing me! OK! OK! I've misread you!" I sighed repeatedly.

Jiabao is now scared by me and is about to cry. He rubs against me pitifully, holding my arm and rubbing her chest while rubbing it: "Andre, I was wrong. I didn't do it on purpose. I didn't take the initiative to learn Heidi. It was Heidi who taught me, and not only me, Lenny, Holgina and others have learned it, but they are useless. I was wrong. I will definitely not twist your ear next time."

"What?! Leni and Holgina have learned it?!" My head buzzed and widened. At the same time, a picture appeared in my mind: a group of women reached out and walked towards me with a grin, and then I became the Tathagata Buddha, with my ears on my shoulders.

"Really, I didn't lie to you. I was really angry today and twisted your ears. Don't blame me. Otherwise, you can twist my ears. You can twist my ears." Jiabao was so scared by me that he hugged my waist and took the initiative to send his ears over.

Looking at my white and tender ears, I naturally couldn't do it.

I didn't blame her at all. Even if I blame her, how could I, a big man, attack a woman? Besides, I will make a movie later. If I twist her ears like pig's ears, then I'll be a fool!

"Of course I have to punish you, but I don't want to twist my ears!" I smirked.

With this smile, Jiabao knew that nothing good would happen next, so he asked more pitifully: "Then how do you punish me?"
Chapter completed!