Chapter 1507 1507 Band Reunion

Malibu has been bathed in the early summer sunshine early, and the warm air brought by the sea breeze makes every afternoon become slow and lazy.

Although Hollywood in May has not been fully lively, it has already made people vaguely feel the heat wave that is about to hit the face in the summer vacation. This year's summer vacation will be kicked off by Warner Bros.'s commercial masterpiece "Tornado". The $92 million work has been in pre-publication since March, and is widely believed to be a serious contender for this summer's box office title.

But Malibu's rhythm seems to be more than a beat slower, and the hustle and bustle of the city has not invaded this leisurely paradise. Although Hugo chose to place the villa here, Malibu is still in the early stage of development at this time, and more Hollywood stars gather in Beverly Hills. In comparison, Malibu is like a paradise. Especially recently, Hugo has completely disappeared, and the figures of the paparazzi entering and leaving Malibu have also decreased with the advancement of time, and finally the calm of daily life has been completely restored.

Standing next to the street in Malibu, I couldn't see a single person or vehicle passing by even for ten minutes. The hot sun shone on the mottled street. The asphalted street was still full of potholes at this time. It seemed that it was not work today. On that day, the messy stones and pavers were quietly placed by the roadside, without a trace of sound, and the hot air was almost condensed in the surrounding silence.

Along the coastline road, a large green truck stopped a mile from the town. A figure with a heavy backpack stepped out of the truck, then waved to the driver and watched the truck. He continued to move forward until he disappeared from sight, and the figure who had just stepped out of the car strode forward towards Malibu town.

The figure in front of him is completely the standard dress of a hiking backpacker. A 75-liter orange mountaineering bag is behind him, with tents, water bottles, walking sticks, replacement hiking shoes, canopies and other scattered items tied to it. The object is like a hill pressing down on the back, swallowing the person away. A dark blue mountaineering suit was hung from the strap of the mountaineering bag, revealing the bright red crew-neck short-sleeved T-shirt inside, which looked handcrafted and had graffiti scribbled "I Don't dance", the sturdy wheat-colored arms were exposed outside the short sleeves, and extended to the broad shoulders that supported the entire backpack, making the backpacker's entire figure look tall and unusual.

The backpacker has a thick beard on his face, which covers almost his entire chin, and wears a black baseball cap on his head. Although this dress has covered half of his face, he can't see clearly at all. His appearance, but he has a restrained and calm temperament, from T-shirts to hats, from height to body shape, from footsteps to gestures... People can't help but want to take a second look - even if they themselves Also don't understand why.

The backpacker's footsteps were very light, as if the weight on his back was not worth mentioning at all. He stepped forward with firm steps, and the distance of a mile seemed to be only a hundred yards, and he entered the town in a blink of an eye. inside. No one in the quiet town noticed this unexpected visitor at all. He skillfully walked forward along the road, passed through the main part of the town, and walked straight towards a villa in the north of the town.

The villa is unfamiliar to many, and even Malibu's own residents are muttering behind their backs, some saying it's a nursing home for the elderly, run by the state. Government-funded, this is a project they developed in cooperation with Malibu, hoping to make Malibu a town suitable for convalescent vacations; some people say it is a mental hospital, because it is often seen at dusk wearing white nurses inside The man in uniform and the man in hospital uniform were chasing in the garden, and the expression looked very bad; some people said that this was the private domain of a noble family, and those who needed to be kept, stocked, and exiled in the family were released. to here……

The reason why there are so many rumors is mainly because this villa has always implemented closed management and has never been opened to the outside world, and their internal and external personnel are transported by special vehicles, and they rarely communicate with local residents of Malibu. In a relatively closed age when the Internet has not yet become popular, if there is no TV or newspaper to investigate, then such a villa will always be covered with a layer of mystery, and rumors will naturally increase.

It is precisely because of so many rumors that the residents of the small town of Malibu rarely come to this place, making it look like a deserted and abandoned place.

The backpacker kept moving in the direction of the villa, but he seemed to have some problems recognizing the way. The direction was obviously correct, but inexplicably began to turn and detour, and then began to run in the opposite direction. Do not adjust the orientation again. The destination that could have been reached in a quarter of an hour, but the backpacker forcibly walked 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 reach it directly. , no matter how lost it is impossible.

When there was still a hundred yards from the villa, the backpacker saw a sapphire blue BMW sedan parked at the door. At this time, the sedan had turned off and parked aside. There were three young people standing outside the sedan, murmuring. what. Since no one was approaching at all, the three of them noticed the backpacker as soon as they appeared. They saw the huge backpack at first sight, then showed a look of puzzlement and doubt, and hesitantly whispered again. stand up.

However, the backpacker took the initiative to wave his right hand and shouted, "Hey, guys." The crisp sound was mixed with the echo of the sea breeze, which shocked the seabirds who were standing beside him. , fluttering and flying.

The three young men all seemed to be startled, not expecting the backpacker to say hello. They cast their gazes again, and the confusion on their faces increased. The man standing on the far right was wearing a black knitted sweater with black Washing the jeans, he took two steps forward, fixed his eyes on it, and said incredulously, "Dude, you... have you been robbed by someone?"

The backpacker laughed out loud, "If that's the case, then this robber is really unprofessional." He pointed to the heavy backpack behind him, his face full of pride.

The man in the black sweater immediately took a step forward and ran over with big strides. He didn't care about the dust and scruff on the backpacker's body. Wrap it up - the backpack is too thick, he had to let go of his hands and slap the backpacker's chest heavily, "You're already thirty minutes late, and we all thought you weren't coming."

"But our protagonist hasn't come yet, so I can't be considered late." The backpacker's smile hidden under his beard fully bloomed, and it was unbelievably dazzling against the sun in early May. The face covered by the hat bloomed in a smile like ice and snow melted.

At this time, another man also strode up with steady steps to greet him. He was wearing a dark gray V-neck T-shirt and a black motorcycle jacket. He walked over and gave the backpacker two heavy fists on his biceps, "To be late is to be late, and quibbling is useless."

"If you are worried about getting sunburned because you have been in the sun for too long, I can apologize." The backpacker's ridicule made the sweater man laugh outright, and the jacket man couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth and face the backpack. The guest showed a smile, "It seems that you have gained a lot, and I am waiting to hear your story."

However, the backpacker's line of sight came into contact with the only man who stayed behind. The man was wearing a dark blue plaid shirt and a small silver vest. He stood a little embarrassed, and when his eyes came into 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, waved it, and said, "Hey, there's a cocktail party today? Can you count me in?"

The man in the shirt couldn't help but be stunned, but the man in the jacket turned to look at the man in the sweater, "Look, I told you, he will definitely be ridiculed." The man in the sweater smiled and returned a "I admit defeat" look, There was a smile on the corner of the jacket man's mouth, he took the dollar from 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 bit at a loss, but he also reacted to the meaning of the backpacker's ridicule, looked down at his outdated shirt, and explained embarrassingly, "I just think that today is Pepe's big day, Maybe it needs to be a little more solemn..."

"Don't worry, Pepe won't think you're an asshole just because you look like an asshole." The backpacker stepped forward, gave the man in the shirt a hug, and deliberately used his dirty T-shirt on the bottom of the shirt. Rubbing on the sleeves.

The man in the shirt looked at the childish behavior of the backpacker with a speechless expression, "Don't forget, I used to buy a car, so oil stains and stains are not a problem for me at all."

"Then let's push you on the hood and rub it a couple of times now, is there any problem?" The man in the jacket told the man in the shirt to shut up immediately, and everyone else laughed.

At this moment, the gate of the villa in front of him slowly opened, interrupting the communication between the four men, and then saw a thin, tall man with curly hair that looked like a bird's nest and walked away. When he came out, his hands were empty and he had nothing, making it hard to fathom what identity he was in the villa.

When the curly-haired man saw the four men in front of him, his footsteps stopped involuntarily. Then he stood there and looked at the four figures earnestly. He was a little helpless. In the end, he could only rub his hair with his right hand and stood up. Don't know what to do in place.

"Hey man, your pants aren't zippered!" a crisp voice called out.