Chapter 27

"Is that bastard gone?" Julia asked Morgan with a sullen face.

Recalling the night three days ago, my ashamed face was hot. That night, she and Morgan drank, chatted and watched the night scene on the balcony. They didn't go to bed until very late.

Maybe she was so excited that she didn't fall asleep. Morgan got out of bed secretly in the middle of the night and went out of the bedroom. She couldn't help being curious and secretly followed up.

Sure enough, as she expected, Morgan couldn't bear to be lonely to find the guy. Julia was going to go back to her room, but unexpectedly, the two people were so worried that the door was not closed.

Still prompted by curiosity, she stopped and peeped in at the crack of the door. It was broken at first sight. I was shocked and couldn't move.

The fierce battle was dizzying. Soon Julia was paralyzed on the ground. It was so scary that she had to comfort herself.

The whole body was shocked and the blood flowed out of control. She had forgotten how long the battle had lasted. I really want to join the battlefield to help my best friend, but my body has no strength and can only sing faintly.

The middle battlefield was calm for a while, and the guy came to her door with a weapon. When the fighter plane came, Julia applied for war with her last strength to save her best friend.

But... With a touch, the channel was closed. Incredible, lost, helpless, all kinds of emotions poured into my heart, going crazy and crazy. This guy actually closed the channel. He clearly found

The next day Julia left a message and disappeared. The soldiers who couldn't go to the battlefield had no face to see Jiangdong and his father.

She didn't show up until today when Tracy left.

"Hey, didn't you hear me?" Julia pushed her with a silly smile on her face.

"Ah? Hee hee..."

"The bastard of your family left Paris?"

"Yes, I went to England. But......" Morgan put his hands on his cheeks and a sweet smile on his face. "He will come back. Listen to him, if I want to stay in Europe for a period of time, I will come over when I am free. I can also go to England."

"Well, fuck off, I want to beat him," Julia said gnashing her teeth.

"Oh? Can I help you..."

At the same time, Britain, the outskirts of Watford, the largest town in Hertfordshire.

A brown Ford business car drove off the road and into an English Manor.

The car entered the gate, bypassed the garden in the vestibule and stopped in front of the villa.

"Uncle Haran, master Kubrick's residence is really good for the elderly." the handsome young man in leather coat said to the old man with silver hair.

After getting off the bus, I kept looking around. Here is elegant and quiet, simple and elegant. Being in it makes people eliminate all distractions, calm and peaceful.

"Tracy, what's your name? Just call your uncle. We are old friends with your father."

It was Tracy, who had just arrived in England. The old man with silver hair, high hairline and eyes was Jane Harlan, an old friend of Stephen, and also the producer of "eye opener".

Tracy contacted him as soon as he arrived in England and came here with him for the first time.

Uncle? Tracy smiled bitterly. In front of him, he and master Kubrick are more than 70, enough to be his grandfather, but the other party has to call uncle because they have friends with their father's peers.

"Hello, uncle Harlan." already waiting at the door, a woman in her forties greeted her with a smile.

"Hi, Vivian." Jane Haran greeted them and introduced them, "this is Li's son, Tracy Lee. He's a genius. Now he's a best-selling writer like his father... Tracy, this is Vivian Kubrick, Stanley's daughter."

"Hello, Ms. Kubrick. Just call me Tracy." Tracy shook hands with her.

"Cluck cluck... It's a neutral name. Just call me Vivian." she smiled and obviously liked the handsome young man in front of her.

Several people exchanged greetings at the door. Vivian took them to the bedroom on the third floor of the villa.

"Vivian, how's your father?" Jane asked with concern.

"It's all right, but the doctor said he was trying to support himself."

"Alas." Jane bowed her head and sighed. Tracy frowned slightly. He knew that master Kubrick had an obsession supporting him.

Vivian tapped on the door, called her father, pushed the door open, and the three went in together.

On the back chair, an old man who looked very weak and gray sat on it and looked at the drawings in his hand. He has a large bald forehead and a gray beard.

"Well, Stanley, you should have more rest at home. You don't look good like this." Jane Haran walked forward, Tracy and Vivian behind him.

"Hi, Jane, you're here." Stanley managed to squeeze out a smile. He's really not in good health now and his movements are much slower than before.

"It's too late. Open your eyes and start shooting right away. I want to do my homework." Stanley said, glancing at Tracy around him and asked, "Jane, this little guy is Stephen's rascal son?"

"Yes, uncle Stanley, I'm Tracy Lee." Tracy stepped forward to introduce herself. There was a slight flash of embarrassment on her face, which was replaced by an excited look.

He had restrained himself very much, but it was still difficult to suppress his inner excitement in front of master Kubrick. This is Stanley Kubrick alive. Half the world hates him and half love him.

"Uncle? I'm old enough to be your grandfather, little guy." Stanley raised his eyebrows slightly and looked like a joke.

Grandpa? Tracy was helpless. The old guy obviously wanted to take advantage of his father.

"Don't tease him, Stanley. If he calls you Grandpa, Stephen will fight you." Jane Haran smiled and helped.

"Just him? Even if I'm like this, he can't fight me, this weak hooligan." Stanley disdained and said, "what does he mean, is he going to put his son into my crew?"

Before coming, Jane Haran said hello, but didn't make it clear. He was going to arrange Tracy directly, but the little guy was very angry and had his own ideas. If he wanted a higher position, he had to discuss with Stanley.

"I asked for it myself, not my father." Tracy spoke first before Jane Haran explained.

"I like movies very much, especially your movies. I've seen many of your works, such as Lolita, clockwork orange, 2001 Space Odyssey, etc. your composition is so exquisite and fascinating..."

"Wait, I'm not listening to you flattering me. You can join my crew if you want. But the question is, what will you do?" Stanley interrupted him and asked.

"Write scripts, photography, lights, props, costumes, soundtrack, etc., and bring some performances. As long as it's about movies, I can. Maybe you don't know, I'm a genius, and I learn everything quickly." Tracy became more and more excited, and then took out some paper from his bag and handed it to him.

"You see, this is my story adapted from the dream story and the shooting effect picture I designed. I spent a lot of time and I have analyzed many of your films. You are best at using color to outline the picture to express some emotional changes and spatial changes.

You like to use classical music as the soundtrack. Each of your films has some, which is very good. Have you seen the pictures I drew? It's your common method to set off the atmosphere with warm color as the tone. You came in a hurry. Give me more time and I'll do more. "

Tracy was afraid he couldn't see it, so he took it in his hand and looked through it. Stanley didn't want to be perfunctory. He looked at him seriously. After a while, he looked up at Tracy and smiled: "little guy, I can see that you work hard and do well. I'm optimistic about you."

Stanley is not stingy with his boasting words. From these drawings, the other party does have talent, and the picture is also consistent with his mind.

"So, little guy, you know so many things. What do you want to do in my crew?"

"Deputy director! I can be your deputy. I can help you finish the eye opener. Although I'm young, I believe in my ability. Don't you start making your first film around the age of 20? I think I can do it. I believe I will learn a lot under your hand." Tracy looks like a raging flame in his eyes, Strong self-confidence is all over the body.

"Ah?" Stanley was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "hahaha... Little guy, I think you have made a mistake. You can do everything. Isn't it more suitable for making notes? Yes, notes, that's it. Come to my crew to make notes."

MMP。