Chapter 33： Motorcyclist Bar

Ryan seemed to think of something, and there was no clear concept for a while. When she turned around, she saw the little girl who was very lively before, biting her lips tightly, her eyes flushed and staring at the leaving car, two rows of tears were there. Unknowingly, it flowed down her cheeks.

The people in the advertising crew turned a blind eye to all this, and seemed to have long been used to such a scene. The woman calmed down. After blinking her eyes twice, she slowly walked over to her daughter.

"Linsey, let's go home!" The woman took her daughter's hand.

"But Mom, we don't have a car!" The little girl didn't know when she wiped away her tears.

"I'm going to call a taxi!" The woman had just finished speaking, but she suddenly remembered that her purse was stolen by her husband, and where there is money to find a taxi.

Ryan shook his head, with a rare empathy, looked at the assistant of the crew, and nodded slightly after the other party showed an inquiring look.

"This lady, if you don't mind, you can take our car!" The assistant invited her very politely.

"This...how good?" The woman was a little embarrassed.

"Mom!" The little girl spoke at this time, pointing to Ryan and said, "It is because he keeps NG that made us wait until now. Let them send us back. This is what it should be!"

The black car quickly left the street where it was filmed, and headed to the address line reported by the woman. Fortunately, it was a middle-class area, otherwise the driving assistant would definitely not agree.

"Hello, Mr. Jenkins, this is Dina Rohan." The woman sitting in the co-pilot clearly recognized the boy.

"Hello, Mrs. Rohan." Ryan greeted politely, but the little girl sitting next to him was very unconvinced, "Huh, what's so great, a guy who can only be NG."

Ryan can only laugh helplessly, can't argue with a little girl, right?

"Lindsay, you are so rude." The woman turned her head and showed an apologetic smile.

"It's okay." Ryan shook his hand graciously.

Along the way, the boy could see that this Ms. Dina Rohan seemed to want to ask something, but did not speak until he got out of the car, and he didn't want to cause trouble, so he had to pretend not to see it.

This is a very troublesome family. He doesn't want to have too much relationship with them, even if it is a very fun thing to save young women who have missed their feet.

In the next few days, the shots were all unrelated to the boy. He went back to school altogether. Now his classmates are used to his existence. Although they will ask about some rumors in the entertainment industry from time to time, but under the constraints of the school, Onlookers rarely happen again.

Besides, children of this age are more interested in youth idols, rather than little kids of the same age.

"Nicole, I miss you so much!"

Nicole Kidman just walked into the house, the boy rushed over and hugged her tightly, as if he didn't want to separate from her for a moment.

"My dear, I miss you too." After a habitual kiss on the boy's forehead, Nicole put down his luggage and simply picked him up and put him on the sofa. "Ryan, you have weighed a lot and you can't use it anymore. I won't be able to hold you for a long time."

"After that, I will hug you." Ryan's words didn't go through the brain at all. After speaking, he realized something was wrong. Fortunately, Nicole's attention was not on it. "Ryan, get me a box of juice. , I'm almost exhausted."

"Ok."

Seeing the boy walking into the kitchen, Nicole frowned slightly, always feeling that Ryan seemed a little different from before, but she couldn't tell the specific differences. She felt that his attachment to her had not diminished. But there is something else in it.

Maybe he has grown up, right? He can't always be a child, there will always be the day when he grows up, when he will have his own life, he will leave himself...

Nicole Kidman was stunned suddenly, his eyes flickered a few times, he patted his forehead vigorously, and shouted **** in his heart.

"Nicole, are you uncomfortable?" Ryan put strawberry juice on the coffee table.

"It's okay, maybe it's too tired." She changed the subject calmly, "How was the shooting of "Terminator 2"?"

"Don't mention it, James Cameron is a tyrant on set. I swear that I will never perform in his films in the future." The boy said, leaning on Nicole habitually, "under his reprimand , You will find that you are simply useless."

"I heard that the investment in the film has reached 90 million US dollars?"

"Yes." He nodded vigorously, "This will definitely not be the end. The investment in this movie will definitely reach an unprecedented 100 million US dollars."

"By the way, Nicole. Shall we go to the studio together tonight? They are going to shoot in a bar."

"okay then."

This film requires a lot of location shots and special effects processing. It will be moved to California, Nevada, New Mexico and other places. Even in order to make the end of the film, James Cameron also asked him to rent another one. The steel plant that has been suspended for maintenance shall be rectified.

Of course, the crew has no plans to leave California. The scene to be filmed in the evening is the scene where Schwarzenegger broke into the motorcycle rider bar at the beginning of the movie.

"This...what's going on?" The woman who broke into the bar was a little dumbfounded.

Things in the world are often more bizarre than movies. When filming, a woman with a coquettish dress broke into this motorcycle rider bar. She completely ignored the truck carrying the scenery and the cameras all over, thinking it was a real bar.

Especially when she saw Schwarzenegger wearing only shorts, there was a green light in her eyes. There was no doubt that as long as the future governor hooked her finger, she would directly pounce on it.

And the answer of the future governor is even more amazing, "We are holding a men's striptease night, you are welcome to participate, madam!"

"You... You are Schwarzenegger, are you making a movie?" The coquettish woman finally reacted, but her next reaction was not to leave quickly, but to poke Schwarzenegger's strong chest muscles hard. He also stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

Although Schwarzenegger is not a good man, he is not interested in this gaudy woman. He hurriedly backed up two steps, looking defeated, and two staff members who almost smiled and bent over quickly walked over. , And even persuaded and pulled the woman out of the bar.

"Wow, Arnold, you are so beautiful!" Ryan almost coughed with a smile.

"Ryan, you are slander!" After the assistant took the clothes, Schwarzenegger put it on him and walked over.

"I didn't expect that you tough guy would have such a funny side!" Ryan sat on the side and took two shots of her legs, showing Nicole's legs.

Schwarzenegger suddenly curled his mouth, revealing a slightly sinister smile, which is really rare.

But this smile gave the boy a strong sense of sight. He immediately thought of Schwarzenegger's smile that let him get rid of the title of facial paralysis in the real lie. Isn't it like this?

"and many more!"

The boy raised a finger, "Arnold, keep this smile!"

"Mr. Lane, can you help me record it?" He looked at one of James Cameron's assistants.

"Happy to help."

"Exterior view/Villa entrance. Time/night."

"The agent nodded to him when he passed by a security guard. When he walked to the parking lot terrace, a security guard ran after him. The security guard put down the walkie-talkie to ask questions, sir, please show your invitation!"

"The agent did not turn around and took out a box directly from his pocket, with a slightly insidious smile on the corner of his mouth. (Note, Arnold’s smile when he was in the bar.) This is a remote detonator."

"The agent said, this is my invitation, and he pressed the button leisurely, bang! A huge fireball was blown out!"

"Okay, that's it for now!" Ryan waved.

The rest of the crew all gathered around and looked at the boy in amazement. Although it was only a fragment, it seemed to be caused by the smile of Schwarzenegger.

"Ryan, don't tell me, you are about to start writing scripts again." James Cameron came over.

"It's not a new script. I watched an old French movie some time ago. I had some ideas. It just happened that Arnold's smile fits a scene I conceived." Ryan is not just talking about it. Since joining the crew, He started James Cameron's idea.

"If you don't mind, can you talk about it?" Cameron showed a sly smile, UU reading www. uukanshu.com "I think everyone here wants to hear about the creative ideas of super geniuses."

There was a roaring noise immediately around, causing Nicole to roll his eyes.

"All right." The boy looked at Schwarzenegger, "Arnold rode on the streets of Washington, chasing terrorists, um... Also, you can use two Sea Harrier fighters to launch Mavericks missiles and blow up Miami. The cross-sea bridge, Arnold, are you interested in flying the Sea Harrier fighter? You can fly the plane through the steel jungle of the city to rescue the daughter kidnapped by the terrorists."

"Wow, it sounds different from all your works. It seems to be an action drama." Schwarzenegger squeezed his chin, "It seems that I am going to transform into an all-round fighter."

"Arnold, don't you think the smile you showed to me just now is very sinister, maybe by virtue of this, those film critics who like Hawwaiwai will not say that you are facial paralysis again. Do you mind if I say that? Thank you!" Boy Continue to say, "Although Stallone is the real facial paralysis in my opinion, you can only count as half."

"Really? Then I'll wait to see your full version of the script!" Schwarzenegger was obviously interested.

"Jim, how about you?" The boy looked at Cameron.

"It sounds good, but let's wait until you finish the script!"

There is no footage of Ryan here. The reason why he called Nicole to come is just to let her come out to relax and relax. By the way, I watched the tyrant on the set, but I didn’t expect to see such a wonderful scene. It is a pity that the lady of the Kennedy family is not present, otherwise it will definitely become the eight o'clock gear.