I cut reality into a movie

It was more anxious than the discussion about which film to make just now, because there are so many classic works of Uncle Long, and many of them are directly childhood memories, so the old buddies in the audience in the comment area are almost out of their minds.

In the end, after nearly an hour of fierce competition, a movie won the final victory with an emoticon package.

Azu, stop it, there are Jackie Chan outside.JPG.

After all, the power of pictures overwhelmed words, and Azu's "New Police Story" became Romon's next work to be remade.

The work came out, but there was no trace of joy on Romon's face.

New Police Story.

Police story.

Policemen.

I'm a fucking jailbreaker + most wanted man in San Francisco, I'm going to shoot Police Story?

play?

Even if I am the youth version of God, I can't make such a 360° turn.

Even if I am a full-blood version of God, I snap my fingers, clear the memory of everyone in this world, and start over.

Just when Romon was wondering whether he should change his city to film this police movie, a comment that rose rapidly in the comment section interrupted his thoughts.

[I hope that in the new movie, Tifa can appear as a real heroine, instead of as a supporting role that only shows a few faces, or simply become a deceased wife, Lao Luo, to be honest, as long as Tifa plays more, my The coins are all yours. 】

Five hundred likes.

A thousand likes.

Three thousand likes.

Five thousand likes.

Looking at this comment with soaring popularity, Romon decided to respect the audience: what jailbreaker, what arrest warrant, what San Francisco's number one gangster, those are just minor problems.

As long as the audience likes to watch, there is no problem before God.

Deciding to enter the San Francisco Police Station next, Romon began to slow down.

Originally, he planned to say goodbye to Tifa after sending Tifa home, but now, the farewell was changed to a surprise.

Driving slowly, Romon came to a cliff in the south of San Francisco, facing the sea and backed by mountains, it was a perfect sunrise viewing spot.

Putting on the suit on the sleeping Tifa, Romon got out of the car, looked at the slightly pale skyline, and decisively started the time-lapse photography.

I don't know when it will be used, but be prepared.

And if you don't take pictures, you have nothing to do by yourself, so you can't go back to the car and stare at Tifa to see people sleeping.

Indeed, Romon admitted that the scene was pleasing to the eye, but he was a director, not a moron, so it was impossible for him to act so rudely to women.

If possible, he wanted to work with Tifa for a long time, and would never do something that would affect their relationship.

Gentleman demeanor, always maintain.

Romon warned himself, and began to shoot the scenery wholeheartedly.

Speaking of which, this was the first time for Romon to appreciate the sunrise scene so seriously. It reminded him of the "Sunrise" written by Turgenev that he read in Chinese class.

The memory was awakened, and Romon began to recite subconsciously:

"When the morning sun rose, it did not roll up a cloud of fire. It was surrounded by a pale rose morning light. The sun, not strong, not as hot as in a suffocating dry day, nor like before the storm Dark purple, but with a bright and soft glow..."

"look!"

Tifa's bright and soft voice sounded from behind Romon: "The sun faintly floated up from behind a long and narrow cloud, revealed its face, and then hid in the faint purple mist around it."

"Turgenev's "Sunrise", Romon, I didn't expect you to study Russian literature?"

Tifa's amber pupils shone with surprise. Ever since she left the university's literature club, Tifa hadn't talked about literature with anyone for a long, long time.

Although she also has a good girlfriend like Louise, her best friend can talk about desserts and gossip for a week without repeating the same thing, but when it comes to literature, she only knows "Harry Potter" and "Sherlock Holmes".

And they just watched the movie.

What makes Tifa even more angry is that every time she reads some literary works, Louise will look at her strangely and ask: Don't cowboy girls like guns and horses?How can I still read the text?You are not reading a horse manual, are you?

By God, Tifa can swear to the Lord, if she hadn't been exercising all the time and had a healthy and strong heart, she would have suffered a heart attack from this stupid woman.

"Romon, which Russian writer do you like best?"

When she met her friend suddenly, Tifa ignored the suit that Romon gave her, pushed open the co-pilot's door, trotted behind Romon, and looked at him expectantly.

"Uh……"

Romon was stunned by the question, and he didn't expect that Tifa, a cowboy girl, actually liked literature, and she was also a senior literature lover.

This stumped him all at once, and Luo Meng couldn't admit that he memorized this text by rote when he was whipped by the class teacher with a pointer in elementary school.

Then his image of a stalwart and all-round director is gone.

At this moment, the thief took off his wits, and Romon's brain was running fast. After going through all the Russian writers in his mind, Romon looked at Tifa and said with a smile:

"Of all Russian writers, I like Pushkin best."

"You actually like Pushkin?"

Tifa jumped up and grabbed Romon's hand excitedly: "Which of his works "Ode to Freedom" do you like? "Ruslan and Lyudmila"? "If Life Deceived You"? "Bow Rhys Godunov"..."

Tifa's eyes flickered, and she uttered more than a dozen of Pushkin's literary works in a row, and Romon was stunned for a while.

Good guy, Tifa is an expert on Russian literature. It’s a good thing I don’t plan to talk about literature, otherwise it’s really over. Even if I can cheat through the system and memorize all these articles, I’ll be blind when I talk about the analysis link up.

Romon knew that he couldn't cheat through the system in this matter, so he planned to cheat through emotion. Facing Tifa's inquiry, Romon shook his head and explained:

"I like Pushkin not only because of his literary works, but also because he can participate in a life-and-death duel for the woman he loves."

"This is what I admire most about him, because I am also willing to risk my life and everything for my beloved."

Collapsed suddenly.

Tifa's seemingly indestructible super fortress built with literary knowledge collapsed before Romon's "duel of life and death" even for a second.

Tifa, whose brain is down, has completely forgotten what literature, what Pushkin, and what Turgenev are, she now remembers one thing:

"What shall we have for breakfast?"

As soon as the question came out, Tifa wanted to get out her stupid brain:

Ah~~~ What kind of idiot reaction is this!How can I suddenly ask him what he eats, even if I ask, if it were me, would you be willing to fight for me?I can push the topic forward!

Tifa!You stupid!idiot!

When Tifa blamed herself crazily, Romon's words made her calm down instantly.

"Officer Tifa, may I ask, is the breakfast in your San Francisco Police Department good?"

"Huh? Breakfast at the police station? Why are you asking this?"

"Because, I want to join the job."

Chapter 047 This can't be, the second female number is coming (8K)

——Readers who feel that the plot is not right, please refresh the previous chapter, I rewrote the previous chapter

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Delicate hands, with a little warmth, gently covered Romon's forehead.

"Romon, I heard that when the body temperature is too high, people's thinking will be confused, but your head is not hot, why do you start talking nonsense?"

Completely treating Romon's desire to become a police officer as the first joke in the morning, Tifa smiled and withdrew her slender hands, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to China Street, the whole city of San Francisco, where the breakfast is the best. enriched."

"Officer Tifa, I'm serious." With the tie on his neck, Romon said calmly, "I really intend to become a police officer in the San Francisco Police Department."

"Are you sure you're serious?"

The clear amber pupils trembled slightly, and Tifa stared at Romon firmly, and confirmed: "Are you absolutely sure that you are serious, and you are not joking with me? If you say it is a joke now, I can forgive you."

"I'm serious, Officer Tifa."

"Romon, let me tell you seriously, I know a few good psychiatrists, and I will take you to see them right now. I seriously suspect that you have PTSD because of the gravel gang."

PTSD.

PTSD.

A persistent mental disorder that develops after someone experiences, witnesses, or encounters death.

This disease is particularly common in the US military and police industry. Just like Tifa’s colleagues in the police station, a considerable number of them have suffered from this disease.

However, after those people's stress disorder, they all became super afraid of death, and they kept shaking in bed wrapped in a quilt every day. Why did Romon become actively courting death after his stress disorder? Could it be because of the gangster he killed? There are too many molecules, so the disease is more serious?

Having seen too many colleagues suffering from PTSD, Tifa didn't dare to delay at all, and pulled Romon into the car to see a doctor.

"Officer Tifa, I don't have a stress disorder. I decided to become a police officer in the San Francisco Police Department after careful consideration."

"What you call deliberation, is rushing to see God?"

Tifa raised her eyebrows, and rolled her eyes at Romon: "Mr. Romon, do you know who you are now? The number one escaped prisoner in Bay No. [-] Prison, and the number one fugitive in the gravel gang shooting case."

"You took up two places on the red notice alone, and then you told me that you wanted to be a policeman? Then you explain to me that your behavior is not a stress disorder, so what? Could it be me? Is there a problem with your concept?"

Pushing Romon forcefully into the co-pilot and locking his seat belt, Tifa returned to the driver's seat with peace of mind, and softly comforted Romon: "Romon, I understand, it's the first time for everyone to see a psychiatrist. Sometimes, they are in conflict.”

"But you must believe me. I have seen too many colleagues return to normal under the treatment of a psychologist. I believe you can too."

Seeing that Tifa regarded himself as a PTSD patient, Romon was not in a hurry to refute, but just asked a very gentle question:

"Officer Tifa, if, I mean, if you were me, in my position, the number one fugitive in San Francisco, what would you do? What do you think is the right thing for you to do?"

"Of course it's far away!"

Tifa said as it should: "Leave the United States, go to Mexico, go to Colombia, go to a place where no one knows you, start a new life, safe, and a new life, this is the heart of a normal fugitive."

"But if you make such a choice, if you leave the United States and go far away, won't I be separated from you, Officer Tifa forever?"

squeak~~~~~~

With one foot on the brakes, Tifa's Chevrolet Suburban was instantly nailed to the middle of the road.

This is a remote mountain road, there is no traffic on the road, only the rustling sound of the sea breeze blowing through the treetops, slightly breaking the silence in the car.

The sides of her cheeks were hot as if on fire, Tifa didn't dare to raise her head, she could only lower her neck as much as possible and look at the steering wheel.

Because only in this way can the long black hair drooping at the temples block his inevitably flushed face.

"Actually, after Susan's case is completely settled, my long-cherished wish in the San Francisco Police Department has been fulfilled, so... that... I mean..."

Tifa's voice became lower and lower, and finally squeezed out a few words like a mosquito: "I mean, I can choose to leave the San Francisco Police Department."

"But it's not a mandatory multiple-choice question."

Romon interrupted: "Officer Tifa, the San Francisco Police Department is where you work and live. There are your friends, your memories, and too many things for you."

"Of course, maybe one day, you will leave there because of a new life pursuit, but obviously, this choice should not be made today, nor should it be made for me."

"Because we are accomplices, we are accomplices who gather together in pursuit of more, better, and better things. When we stay together, we can only get more, and we cannot give up the present."

Undoubtedly, Romon was extremely touched that Tifa could choose to leave the San Francisco Police Department for his own sake.

It is his luck to have such a friend, such a collaborator, and such a heroine that he can wake up happily while sleeping.

But at the same time, he is the god of youth, holding powerful authority in his hands, with such ability, if Romon still needs friends around him to sacrifice for him, then he is not the god of youth.

"Officer Tifa, I know you care about my safety, but I also ask you to believe in my oath."

Romon pointed to his neck, indicating the bullet pendant on Tifa's neck: "Officer Tifa, I assure you, you are the only one who can kill me in this world!"

"Except for you, the Gravel gang's hundreds of gunmen couldn't hurt me, and neither could the police in San Francisco!"

A professional actor deserves to be a professional actor.

Romon's control of tone, control of posture, and exquisiteness of lines, after an emotional speech, Tifa was immediately confused.

She took out the bullet pendant under her skirt, and held the silver bullet tightly in her hand, as if silently swearing that she would do everything possible to protect Romon.

"Romon, you're an asshole!"

"Uh... why does this comment sound familiar to me?"

"Familiar? Then let me correct my statement, Romon, listen carefully."

Angrily, she didn't look up at Romon, Tifa just pointed at her right fist clenched tightly, and vented with all her strength: "Romon! You are a willful, reckless, lawless, and extremely bastard super big big big Big big big big bastard!!!!!!”