Chapter 1507: Band reunion
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Malibu has been bathed in the early summer sun early, and the warm air brought by the sea breeze makes every afternoon become slow and lazy.
Although Hollywood in May hasn't fully become lively yet, people can vaguely feel the heat wave coming from the summer file. This year's summer file will be kicked off by the Warner Bros. commercial masterpiece "Tornado." The work with an investment of up to 92 million U.S. dollars has been publicized since March, and it is generally believed that it will become a strong contender for the box office championship this year.
However, Malibu's rhythm seemed to be slower for more than a beat, and the noise and noise in the city did not invade this laid-back paradise. Although Hugo chose to locate the villa here, Malibu is still in the pre-development stage at this time, and more Hollywood stars are gathered in Beverly Hills. In comparison, Malibu seems to be a paradise. In particular, Hugo has completely disappeared recently, and the paparazzi in and out of Malibu has also decreased with the advancing of time, and finally restored the calm of daily life.
Standing next to the streets of Malibu, even within ten minutes, no people or vehicles can be seen passing by. The hot sun shines on the uneven streets, and the asphalted streets are still bumpy at this time. It doesn't seem to be work today. In the days when the messy stones and paving machines were quietly placed on the side of the road, there was no sound, and the hot air almost condensed in silence.
Along the coastline road, a big green truck stopped one mile from the town. A figure carrying a heavy backpack walked off the truck, then waved to the driver and watched the big truck. Keep going until it disappeared from sight, and the figure who had just got out of the car strode forward to the town of Malibu.
The figure in front of me is exactly the standard dress of a hiking backpacker. A 75-liter orange hiking bag is behind him, with tents, water bottles, hiking sticks, replacement hiking shoes, canopies and other scattered items tied to it. The whole is huge. The object was pressed on the back like a hill, swallowing people away. A dark blue mountaineering suit was hung on the strap of the mountaineering bag, revealing the big red round-neck short-sleeved t-shirt inside. The t-shirt looks like a handmade one with a graffiti-like written "I Don't dance", the sturdy wheat-colored arms are exposed outside the short sleeves, and the broad shoulders that support the entire backpack are extended, making the backpacker's entire figure look unusually tall.
The backpacker has a thick beard on his face, almost covering his entire chin, and wearing a black baseball cap, although this dress has already covered half of his face, it is hard to see. His appearance, but he has a restrained and calm temperament on him, from t-shirts to hats, from height to body shape, from steps to gestures... people always want to look more involuntarily-even if they are themselves I don't understand why in the end.
The backpacker's footsteps seemed very light, as if the weight on his back was not worth mentioning. He stepped on a firm step forward. The distance of a mile seemed to be only a hundred yards, and he walked into the town in a blink of an eye. inside. No one in the quiet town found this unexpected visitor at all. He proficiently walked along the road, passed through the main part of the town, and walked straight towards a mountain villa to the north of the town.
This villa is very unfamiliar to many people. Even the residents of Malibu are whispering secretly. Some people say that this is a nursing home for the elderly and is governed by the state. This is a project they developed in cooperation with Malibu, and they hope to build Malibu into a town suitable for convalescence and vacation; some people say it is a neuropathy, because they often see white nurses in it at dusk. The people in hospitals and those in hospital gowns chased in the garden, their expressions looked terrible; some people said that this was the private domain of a noble family, and those who needed to be sheltered, stocked, and exiled were all released. to here……
The reason why there are so many rumors is mainly because this villa has always been under closed management and has never been open to the outside world, and their internal personnel are picked up by special vehicles, and they rarely communicate with local residents in Malibu. In the relatively closed age when the Internet is not yet popular, if there is no TV or newspaper to conduct investigations, then such a villa will always be covered with a veil of mystery, and rumors will naturally increase.
It is precisely because of so many rumors that residents of the small town of Malibu seldom come to this place, making it look like a deserted place without people.
The backpacker has been moving in the direction where the villa is, but he seems to have some problems recognizing the way. The direction is obviously correct, but somehow he starts to turn and detour, and then he starts to run in the opposite direction. After he realizes it, he can’t. Do not adjust the direction again. The destination that could be reached in a quarter of an hour, the backpacker went around for forty-five minutes-carrying that huge and heavy backpack, and then gradually approached the villa: because there was only one way left to arrive directly. , No matter how lost it is, it is impossible.
A hundred yards from the villa, the backpacker saw a royal blue BMW sedan parked at the door. At this time, the sedan was turned off and parked on the side. Three young people stood outside the sedan, muttering. What's going on. Since no one was near at all, the three of them noticed as soon as the backpackers appeared. They saw the huge backpack at first sight, then showed a look of confusion and doubt, hesitated and communicated again in a low voice. stand up.
But the backpacker took the initiative to wave his right hand and shouted, "Hey, guys." The crisp sound mixed with the sea breeze shook out the echo like a rock, and the seabirds staying nearby were shocked. , Flapping wings and flying.
The three young men seemed to be frightened. They did not expect the backpackers to greet them at all. They cast their sights again, and the confusion on their faces became more serious. The man standing on the far right wore a black knitted sweater with black. Washing the jeans, he took two steps forward, looked intently, and then raised his voice incredulously, "Dude, you...have you been robbed by someone?"
The backpacker laughed, "If that's the case, then this robber is really incompetent." He pointed to the heavy backpack behind him with a smug expression on his face.
The man in the black sweater immediately stepped forward and ran over in stride. Regardless of the dust and dirt on the backpacker's body, he gave the backpacker a warm hug, only to find that his hands had no way at all. Close up-the backpack was too thick, so he had to loosen his hands and hammer the backpacker's chest hard, "You have been thirty minutes late, and we thought you were not coming."
"But our protagonist hasn't come yet, so I can't be regarded as late." The backpacker's smile hidden under his beard fully bloomed, and it was incredibly dazzling against the sunshine in early May. The face concealed by the hat bloomed in the smile like ice and snow melted.
At this time, another man strode forward and greeted him with a steady step. He was wearing a dark gray v-neck t-shirt and matched with a black motorcycle jacket. He dressed neat and tough with bold courage, man When I walked over, I directly gave the backpacker's biceps two heavy fists, "Being late means being late, and sophistry is useless."
"If you are worried about sunburn because you have been in the sun for too long, I can apologize." The backpacker's ridicule made the sweater man laugh directly, and the jacket man couldn't help but twitched his mouth and pointed to the backpack. The guest smiled, "It seems that you have gained a lot, and I am waiting to hear your story."
The backpacker’s sight was in contact with the only man who stayed behind. The man was wearing a dark blue checkered shirt with a silver vest. He stood awkwardly on the spot, when his sight was in contact with the backpacker. At that time, the expression on his face was even more embarrassing, and it looked extremely jerky.
The backpacker raised his hand and swayed, and said, "Hey, there will be a cocktail party today? Can you count me?"
The man in the shirt was stunned, but the man in the jacket turned his head to look at the man in the sweater, "Look, I told you that he would definitely be teased." The man in the sweater smiled and returned his "I admit defeat" gaze. A smile was left at the corner of the jacket man's mouth, and he took the one dollar handed over by the sweater man, turned his head and looked forward: the backpacker walked towards the shirt man.
The man in the shirt stood there a little at a loss, but he also realized what the backpacker's ridicule meant. He looked down at his untimely shirt and explained embarrassingly, "I just think that today is a big day for me. Maybe it needs to be a little more grand..."
"Don't worryPepe will not think you are an **** just because you look like an asshole." The backpacker stepped forward, gave the shirt man a hug, and deliberately used herself dirty His t-shirt rubbed against the sleeve of his shirt.
The man in the shirt looked at the backpacker’s childish behavior silently, “Don’t forget, I used to buy a car, oil stains and stains are not a problem for me at all.”
"Then let's push you on the bonnet twice now, there is no problem?" The man in the jacket shut up the man in the shirt, and everyone else laughed.
At this moment, the door of the villa in front of me slowly opened, interrupting the communication between the four men, and then I saw a thin and tall man walking away with curly hair like a bird's nest. When he came out, he was empty-handed and there was nothing, making it hard to figure out what identity he was in the villa.
The curly-haired man saw the four men in front of him, and stopped involuntarily. Then he stood there and looked at the four figures seriously. He was a little at a loss. In the end, he could only rub his hair with his right hand and stand. I didn't know what to do at the same place.
"Hey, buddy, your pants are not zippered!" A clear voice rang.
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Malibu has been bathed in the early summer sun early, and the warm air brought by the sea breeze makes every afternoon become slow and lazy.
Although Hollywood in May hasn't fully become lively yet, people can vaguely feel the heat wave coming from the summer file. This year's summer file will be kicked off by the Warner Bros. commercial masterpiece "Tornado." The work with an investment of up to 92 million U.S. dollars has been publicized since March, and it is generally believed that it will become a strong contender for the box office championship this year.
However, Malibu's rhythm seemed to be slower for more than a beat, and the noise and noise in the city did not invade this laid-back paradise. Although Hugo chose to locate the villa here, Malibu is still in the pre-development stage at this time, and more Hollywood stars are gathered in Beverly Hills. In comparison, Malibu seems to be a paradise. In particular, Hugo has completely disappeared recently, and the paparazzi in and out of Malibu has also decreased with the advancing of time, and finally restored the calm of daily life.
Standing next to the streets of Malibu, even within ten minutes, no people or vehicles can be seen passing by. The hot sun shines on the uneven streets, and the asphalted streets are still bumpy at this time. It doesn't seem to be work today. In the days when the messy stones and paving machines were quietly placed on the side of the road, there was no sound, and the hot air almost condensed in silence.
Along the coastline road, a big green truck stopped one mile from the town. A figure carrying a heavy backpack walked off the truck, then waved to the driver and watched the big truck. Keep going until it disappeared from sight, and the figure who had just got out of the car strode forward to the town of Malibu.
The figure in front of me is exactly the standard dress of a hiking backpacker. A 75-liter orange hiking bag is behind him, with tents, water bottles, hiking sticks, replacement hiking shoes, canopies and other scattered items tied to it. The whole is huge. The object was pressed on the back like a hill, swallowing people away. A dark blue mountaineering suit was hung on the strap of the mountaineering bag, revealing the big red round-neck short-sleeved t-shirt inside. The t-shirt looks like a handmade one with a graffiti-like written "I Don't dance", the sturdy wheat-colored arms are exposed outside the short sleeves, and the broad shoulders that support the entire backpack are extended, making the backpacker's entire figure look unusually tall.
The backpacker has a thick beard on his face, almost covering his entire chin, and wearing a black baseball cap, although this dress has already covered half of his face, it is hard to see. His appearance, but he has a restrained and calm temperament on him, from t-shirts to hats, from height to body shape, from steps to gestures... people always want to look more involuntarily-even if they are themselves I don't understand why in the end.
The backpacker's footsteps seemed very light, as if the weight on his back was not worth mentioning. He stepped on a firm step forward. The distance of a mile seemed to be only a hundred yards, and he walked into the town in a blink of an eye. inside. No one in the quiet town found this unexpected visitor at all. He proficiently walked along the road, passed through the main part of the town, and walked straight towards a mountain villa to the north of the town.
This villa is very unfamiliar to many people. Even the residents of Malibu are whispering secretly. Some people say that this is a nursing home for the elderly and is governed by the state. This is a project they developed in cooperation with Malibu, and they hope to build Malibu into a town suitable for convalescence and vacation; some people say it is a neuropathy, because they often see white nurses in it at dusk. The people in hospitals and those in hospital gowns chased in the garden, their expressions looked terrible; some people said that this was the private domain of a noble family, and those who needed to be sheltered, stocked, and exiled were all released. to here……
The reason why there are so many rumors is mainly because this villa has always been under closed management and has never been open to the outside world, and their internal personnel are picked up by special vehicles, and they rarely communicate with local residents in Malibu. In the relatively closed age when the Internet is not yet popular, if there is no TV or newspaper to conduct investigations, then such a villa will always be covered with a veil of mystery, and rumors will naturally increase.
It is precisely because of so many rumors that residents of the small town of Malibu seldom come to this place, making it look like a deserted place without people.
The backpacker has been moving in the direction where the villa is, but he seems to have some problems recognizing the way. The direction is obviously correct, but somehow he starts to turn and detour, and then he starts to run in the opposite direction. After he realizes it, he can’t. Do not adjust the direction again. The destination that could be reached in a quarter of an hour, the backpacker went around for forty-five minutes-carrying that huge and heavy backpack, and then gradually approached the villa: because there was only one way left to arrive directly. , No matter how lost it is, it is impossible.
A hundred yards from the villa, the backpacker saw a royal blue BMW sedan parked at the door. At this time, the sedan was turned off and parked on the side. Three young people stood outside the sedan, muttering. What's going on. Since no one was near at all, the three of them noticed as soon as the backpackers appeared. They saw the huge backpack at first sight, then showed a look of confusion and doubt, hesitated and communicated again in a low voice. stand up.
But the backpacker took the initiative to wave his right hand and shouted, "Hey, guys." The crisp sound mixed with the sea breeze shook out the echo like a rock, and the seabirds staying nearby were shocked. , Flapping wings and flying.
The three young men seemed to be frightened. They did not expect the backpackers to greet them at all. They cast their sights again, and the confusion on their faces became more serious. The man standing on the far right wore a black knitted sweater with black. Washing the jeans, he took two steps forward, looked intently, and then raised his voice incredulously, "Dude, you...have you been robbed by someone?"
The backpacker laughed, "If that's the case, then this robber is really incompetent." He pointed to the heavy backpack behind him with a smug expression on his face.
The man in the black sweater immediately stepped forward and ran over in stride. Regardless of the dust and dirt on the backpacker's body, he gave the backpacker a warm hug, only to find that his hands had no way at all. Close up-the backpack was too thick, so he had to loosen his hands and hammer the backpacker's chest hard, "You have been thirty minutes late, and we thought you were not coming."
"But our protagonist hasn't come yet, so I can't be regarded as late." The backpacker's smile hidden under his beard fully bloomed, and it was incredibly dazzling against the sunshine in early May. The face concealed by the hat bloomed in the smile like ice and snow melted.
At this time, another man strode forward and greeted him with a steady step. He was wearing a dark gray v-neck t-shirt and matched with a black motorcycle jacket. He dressed neat and tough with bold courage, man When I walked over, I directly gave the backpacker's biceps two heavy fists, "Being late means being late, and sophistry is useless."
"If you are worried about sunburn because you have been in the sun for too long, I can apologize." The backpacker's ridicule made the sweater man laugh directly, and the jacket man couldn't help but twitched his mouth and pointed to the backpack. The guest smiled, "It seems that you have gained a lot, and I am waiting to hear your story."
The backpacker’s sight was in contact with the only man who stayed behind. The man was wearing a dark blue checkered shirt with a silver vest. He stood awkwardly on the spot, when his sight was in contact with the backpacker. At that time, the expression on his face was even more embarrassing, and it looked extremely jerky.
The backpacker raised his hand and swayed, and said, "Hey, there will be a cocktail party today? Can you count me?"
The man in the shirt was stunned, but the man in the jacket turned his head to look at the man in the sweater, "Look, I told you that he would definitely be teased." The man in the sweater smiled and returned his "I admit defeat" gaze. A smile was left at the corner of the jacket man's mouth, and he took the one dollar handed over by the sweater man, turned his head and looked forward: the backpacker walked towards the shirt man.
The man in the shirt stood there a little at a loss, but he also realized what the backpacker's ridicule meant. He looked down at his untimely shirt and explained embarrassingly, "I just think that today is a big day for me. Maybe it needs to be a little more grand..."
"Don't worryPepe will not think you are an **** just because you look like an asshole." The backpacker stepped forward, gave the shirt man a hug, and deliberately used herself dirty His t-shirt rubbed against the sleeve of his shirt.
The man in the shirt looked at the backpacker’s childish behavior silently, “Don’t forget, I used to buy a car, oil stains and stains are not a problem for me at all.”
"Then let's push you on the bonnet twice now, there is no problem?" The man in the jacket shut up the man in the shirt, and everyone else laughed.
At this moment, the door of the villa in front of me slowly opened, interrupting the communication between the four men, and then I saw a thin and tall man walking away with curly hair like a bird's nest. When he came out, he was empty-handed and there was nothing, making it hard to figure out what identity he was in the villa.
The curly-haired man saw the four men in front of him, and stopped involuntarily. Then he stood there and looked at the four figures seriously. He was a little at a loss. In the end, he could only rub his hair with his right hand and stand. I didn't know what to do at the same place.
"Hey, buddy, your pants are not zippered!" A clear voice rang.
Malibu has been bathed in the early summer sun early, and the warm air brought by the sea breeze makes every afternoon become slow and lazy.Although Hollywood in May hasn't fully become lively yet, people can vaguely feel the heat wave coming from the summer file. This year's summer file will be kicked off by the Warner Bros. commercial masterpiece "Tornado." The work with an investment of up to 92 million U.S. dollars has been publicized since March, and it is generally believed that it will become a strong contender for the box office championship this year.However, Malibu's rhythm seemed to be slower for more than a beat, and the noise and noise in the city did not invade this laid-back paradise. Although Hugo chose to locate the villa here, Malibu is still in the pre-development stage at this time, and more Hollywood stars are gathered in Beverly Hills. In comparison, Malibu seems to be a paradise. In particular, Hugo has completely disappeared recently, and the paparazzi in and out of Malibu has also decreased with the advancing of time, and finally restored the calm of daily life.Standing next to the streets of Malibu, even within ten minutes, no people or vehicles can be seen passing by. The hot sun shines on the uneven streets, and the asphalted streets are still bumpy at this time. It doesn't seem to be work today. In the days when the messy stones and paving machines were quietly placed on the side of the road, there was no sound, and the hot air almost condensed in silence.Along the coastline road, a big green truck stopped one mile from the town. A figure carrying a heavy backpack walked off the truck, then waved to the driver and watched the big truck. Keep going until it disappeared from sight, and the figure who had just got out of the car strode forward to the town of Malibu.The figure in front of me is exactly the standard dress of a hiking backpacker. A 75-liter orange hiking bag is behind him, with tents, water bottles, hiking sticks, replacement hiking shoes, canopies and other scattered items tied to it. The whole is huge. The object was pressed on the back like a hill, swallowing people away. A dark blue mountaineering suit was hung on the strap of the mountaineering bag, revealing the big red round-neck short-sleeved t-shirt inside. The t-shirt looks like a handmade one with a graffiti-like written "I Don't dance", the sturdy wheat-colored arms are exposed outside the short sleeves, and the broad shoulders that support the entire backpack are extended, making the backpacker's entire figure look unusually tall.The backpacker has a thick beard on his face, almost covering his entire chin, and wearing a black baseball cap, although this dress has already covered half of his face, it is hard to see. His appearance, but he has a restrained and calm temperament on him, from t-shirts to hats, from height to body shape, from steps to gestures... people always want to look more involuntarily-even if they are themselves I don't understand why in the end.The backpacker's footsteps seemed very light, as if the weight on his back was not worth mentioning. He stepped on a firm step forward. The distance of a mile seemed to be only a hundred yards, and he walked into the town in a blink of an eye. inside. No one in the quiet town found this unexpected visitor at all. He proficiently walked along the road, passed through the main part of the town, and walked straight towards a mountain villa to the north of the town.This villa is very unfamiliar to many people. Even the residents of Malibu are whispering secretly. Some people say that this is a nursing home for the elderly and is governed by the state. This is a project they developed in cooperation with Malibu, and they hope to build Malibu into a town suitable for convalescence and vacation; some people say it is a neuropathy, because they often see white nurses in it at dusk. The people in hospitals and those in hospital gowns chased in the garden, their expressions looked terrible; some people said that this was the private domain of a noble family, and those who needed to be sheltered, stocked, and exiled were all released. to hereThe reason why there are so many rumors is mainly because this villa has always been under closed management and has never been open to the outside world, and their internal personnel are picked up by special vehicles, and they rarely communicate with local residents in Malibu. In the relatively closed age when the Internet is not yet popular, if there is no TV or newspaper to conduct investigations, then such a villa will always be covered with a veil of mystery, and rumors will naturally increase.It is precisely because of so many rumors that residents of the small town of Malibu seldom come to this place, making it look like a deserted place without people.The backpacker has been moving in the direction where the villa is, but he seems to have some problems recognizing the way. The direction is obviously correct, but somehow he starts to turn and detour, and then he starts to run in the opposite direction. After he realizes it, he can't. Do not adjust the direction again. The destination that could be reached in a quarter of an hour, the backpacker went around for forty-five minutes-carrying that huge and heavy backpack, and then gradually approached the villa: because there was only one way left to arrive directly. , No matter how lost it is, it is impossible.A hundred yards from the villa, the backpacker saw a royal blue BMW sedan parked at the door. At this time, the sedan was turned off and parked on the side. Three young people stood outside the sedan, muttering. What's going on. Since no one was near at all, the three of them noticed as soon as the backpackers appeared. They saw the huge backpack at first sight, then showed a look of confusion and doubt, hesitated and communicated again in a low voice. stand up.But the backpacker took the initiative to wave his right hand and shouted, "Hey, guys." The crisp sound mixed with the sea breeze shook out the echo like a rock, and the seabirds staying nearby were shocked. , Flapping wings and flying.The three young men seemed to be frightened. They did not expect the backpackers to greet them at all. They cast their sights again, and the confusion on their faces became more serious. The man standing on the far right wore a black knitted sweater with black. Washing the jeans, he took two steps forward, looked intently, and then raised his voice incredulously, "Dude, you...have you been robbed by someone?"The backpacker laughed, "If that's the case, then this robber is really incompetent." He pointed to the heavy backpack behind him with a smug expression on his face.The man in the black sweater immediately stepped forward and ran over in stride. Regardless of the dust and dirt on the backpacker's body, he gave the backpacker a warm hug, only to find that his hands had no way at all. Close up-the backpack was too thick, so he had to loosen his hands and hammer the backpacker's chest hard, "You have been thirty minutes late, and we thought you were not coming.""But our protagonist hasn't come yet, so I can't be regarded as late." The backpacker's smile hidden under his beard fully bloomed, and it was incredibly dazzling against the sunshine in early May. The face concealed by the hat bloomed in the smile like ice and snow melted.At this time, another man strode forward and greeted him with a steady step. He was wearing a dark gray v-neck t-shirt and matched with a black motorcycle jacket. He dressed neat and tough with bold courage, man When I walked over, I directly gave the backpacker's biceps two heavy fists, "Being late means being late, and sophistry is useless.""If you are worried about sunburn because you have been in the sun for too long, I can apologize." The backpacker's ridicule made the sweater man laugh directly, and the jacket man couldn't help but twitched his mouth and pointed to the backpack. The guest smiled, "It seems that you have gained a lot, and I am waiting to hear your story."The backpacker's sight was in contact with the only man who stayed behind. The man was wearing a dark blue checkered shirt with a silver vest. He stood awkwardly on the spot, when his sight was in contact with the backpacker. At that time, the expression on his face was even more embarrassing, and it looked extremely jerky.The backpacker raised his hand and swayed, and said, "Hey, there will be a cocktail party today? Can you count me?"The man in the shirt was stunned, but the man in the jacket turned his head to look at the man in the sweater, "Look, I told you that he would definitely be teased." The man in the sweater smiled and returned his "I admit defeat" gaze. A smile was left at the corner of the jacket man's mouth, and he took the one dollar handed over by the sweater man, turned his head and looked forward: the backpacker walked towards the shirt man.The man in the shirt stood there a little at a loss, but he also realized what the backpacker's ridicule meant. He looked down at his untimely shirt and explained embarrassingly, "I just think that today is a big day for me. Maybe it needs to be a little more grand...""Don't worryPepe will not think you are an **** just because you look like an asshole." The backpacker stepped forward, gave the shirt man a hug, and deliberately used herself dirty His t-shirt rubbed against the sleeve of his shirt.The man in the shirt looked at the backpacker's childish behavior silently, Don't forget, I used to buy a car, oil stains and stains are not a problem for me at all."Then let's push you on the bonnet twice now, there is no problem?" The man in the jacket shut up the man in the shirt, and everyone else laughed.At this moment, the door of the villa in front of me slowly opened, interrupting the communication between the four men, and then I saw a thin and tall man walking away with curly hair like a bird's nest. When he came out, he was empty-handed and there was nothing, making it hard to figure out what identity he was in the villa.The curly-haired man saw the four men in front of him, and stopped involuntarily. Then he stood there and looked at the four figures seriously. He was a little at a loss. In the end, he could only rub his hair with his right hand and stand. I didn't know what to do at the same place."Hey, buddy, your pants are not zippered!" A clear voice rang.
