Taylor's cheeks were red and her breathing was a little unsteady. Hardy looked down at the girl in his arms and whispered in her ear, "Study hard."

"Oh~Okay."

Taylor straightened up quickly.

Hardy showed Taylor how to aim the gun. "Now let me hold your hand and shoot a round."

"Um."

Finger on the trigger.

The girl's hands were shaking a little.

Hardy held it for her.

“Bang~!”

There was a crisp gunshot and Taylor's body stepped back slightly. Fortunately, Hardy was behind Taylor to hold her up.

"My hands are a little numb." Taylor said.

"You are weak and you haven't mastered the technique, so you are numb from the shock. You will get better if you practice a few more times."

Taylor nodded.

"continue."

"Bang bang bang bang~~~"

The revolver fired six bullets, and one missed the target, as expected.

Hardy let go of the girl, reloaded his gun, and said to the girl in a simple pose, "I'll shoot this round, and you watch and get a feel for it."

"good."

Taylor nodded.

Hardy raised his gun, took aim slightly, and quickly pulled the trigger.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.”

There were several clear sounds in the distance, and the guns hit the target.

Taylor looked at Hardy with admiration, "Mr. Hardy is so amazing, just like the sharpshooter in the movie."

As he pulled out the magazine and dumped the shell, Hardy said, "This is nothing to me. I was a soldier before, and I learned to shoot well in order to survive."

Taylor looked at Hardy with big eyes, "Mr. Hardy, have you ever been to the battlefield?"

"Of course, I've been in a lot of battles."

Taylor paused and asked curiously, "Have you ever killed anyone?"

"Yes."

"Did you know that the Japanese launched a surprise attack on Pearl Harbor?" Hardy asked.

"I've heard that the Japanese are bad and I hate them," Taylor said.

"I served in the Marine Corps. When the war with Japan broke out, I went to Asia, where I fought against the Japanese many times. More than 30 Japanese died at my hands."

When Taylor heard Hardy say that more than 30 people were killed, his mouth opened in shock.

"Were you afraid during the war?" Taylor asked.

"I was indeed scared at the beginning, but I forgot about it when the battle started. I watched my comrades die one by one, and the only thing I thought about was avenging them," said Hardy.

"Have you been hurt?" Taylor asked again.

"Of course, many times. The most deadly one was last year when we attacked Iwo Jima. The battle was brutal, with more than 30,000 American soldiers killed and wounded. I was shot through the chest," Hardy said, pointing to his chest.

Taylor's eyes widened.

"I almost died, but miraculously survived. After several months of recuperation, the war was almost over, so I was discharged from the army."

Taylor was relieved when Hardy said everything was fine.

"Mr. Hardy, you are so brave. I admire you a little bit!" Taylor said.

This is a kind of self-admiration. The little girl is so easy to fool.

"Come on, let's continue practicing. You know, in the new movie, Matilda also has to learn how to use a gun."

"Okay, Mr. Hardy, I'll try my best." Taylor encouraged himself.

then.

She was embraced by the man again.

After touching all kinds of guns, Hardy took Taylor out for an outing in the afternoon. The two of them went into the mountains and had fun. Hardy didn't send Taylor home until the evening.

In the car,

Hardy asked the girl how she felt.

Taylor smiled.

"I have never felt so relaxed as I do today. I am free to play without my mother to control me and tell me what I should and shouldn't do. Mr. Hardy, it feels so good to be with you."

"Haha, then I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"OK."

Taylor returns home.

When Sarah saw her daughter's short hair, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Taylor, what happened to your hair?"

Taylor fiddled with her short hair and said with a smile, "Mr. Hardy took me to get it cut. This is the hairstyle that Matilda had in the movie."

“Ugh~~!”

Sarah was speechless.

The two entered the house and Taylor picked up the cup and drank the water in big gulps.

"Taylor, pay attention to your manners." Sarah saw it and said quickly.

Taylor turned to look at his mother.

"That's what Sarah looks like in the movie. She's a girl from the slums. She drinks water in big gulps. That's what Mr. Hardy taught me."

"Uh~~"

Sarah was speechless again.

Sitting down next to her daughter, Sarah asked, "Isha, what did you do today? How did Mr. Hardy train you?"

"We went to the shooting range in the morning, and Mr. Hardy taught me how to shoot. The heroine in the movie has a plot where she learns to shoot a gun. She wants to avenge her parents and sister and brother."

"It turns out that Mr. Hardy was a former soldier and a war hero. He participated in many battles and killed more than 30 Japanese. He was a great shooter. I couldn't hit the target with a single shot, but Mr. Hardy hit the target with every shot."

Taylor's tone was full of admiration for Hardy.

"What did you do this afternoon?" Sarah asked again.

"We went to the mountains, and Mr. Hardy taught me how to relax and told me some plots from the movies and asked me to imitate them. We practiced while having fun," said Taylor.

Sarah was even happier when she heard Hardy telling his daughter the plot of the movie. This showed that Mr. Hardy was still satisfied with Taylor, and Taylor had a greater chance of getting the leading actress.

"Mom, Mr. Hardy told me to relax myself in the future, whether at home or outside, in order to experience the feelings of the heroine," Taylor said.

Sarah was stunned.

Why does she feel that her daughter is taking advantage of the opportunity to indulge herself?

This is very different from my previous requirements.

"This is what Mr. Hardy asked for, for the sake of the movie," Taylor added.

Sarah smiled helplessly.

Sarah was also an actress when she was young. She had paid a lot to get a role, and she knew how difficult it was to get a role.

Taylor's opportunity this time is even more precious. She is the heroine. Not to mention relaxing, she feels it is worth it even if she has to pay more.

"Okay Taylor, just do what Mr. Hardy asks."

Taylor shouted excitedly and ran upstairs to take a shower.

Sarah shook her head helplessly.

Taylor finished his shower and lay down on his bed.

The more I think about it, the more excited I get.

It was all thanks to Mr. Hardy that my mother agreed to stop controlling herself and finally be free.

Think of Hardy.

The girl recalled the contact between them when they were masturbating, and her cheeks started to feel hot again.

Did Matilda feel the same way when she came into contact with Uncle Leon?

That night,

Taylor is dreaming.

A girl's dream.

The next day.

Hardy comes to pick up Taylor again.

This time Taylor was smart enough not to wear any makeup. She wore shorts and boots, a T-shirt and a jacket, and her hair was a little fluffy.

As soon as Hardy parked the car, Taylor ran out of the house, opened the door and got in the passenger seat, "Good morning, Mr. Hardy."

Hardy found that the girl looked much brighter than yesterday, completely different from the delicate princess he had seen when he first met Taylor.

The car starts.

Taylor turned to look at Hardy and asked, "Mr. Hardy, where are you taking me today?"

"Today I'm taking you to see life in the slums. Are you scared?" Hadi asked.

Taylor shook his head.

"I said I can endure hardship."

The car drove to the downtown area.

After the two got off the bus,

Several strong men came over, and Big Ivan said to Hardy respectfully, "Boss, this is one of the dirtiest places in downtown."

"Keep an eye on the car. I don't want it to be stolen when I come back," said Hardy.

"Don't worry, no one can steal your car here." Big Ivan patted his chest and assured.

Taylor looked at those strong men curiously and felt that they were not good people. They looked very fierce, but they were respectful to Mr. Hardy.

Hardy took off his suit and threw it to Big Ivan, unbuttoned his cuffs and turned up his sleeves, now looking much more casual.

"Let's go in," Hardy said to Taylor.

The two walked inside.

There is a lot of garbage on both sides of the street.

The ground was full of sewage.

There was a bad smell all around.

Taylor had never been to such a place before. She frowned and was about to cover her nose, but suddenly she saw Hardy looking at her and immediately put her hand down.

"This place is dirty and messy. It's a real slum. Matilda lived in a place like this when she was a child," said Hardy.

Taylor understood immediately.

Gritting my teeth,

There was no trace of pretense on his face anymore.

A few dirty kids were running by the roadside. Their clothes must have not been washed for a long time, and their hair was fluffy and frizzy.

Several young people walked by carrying packages and looked at Taylor in surprise, because it was rare to see such a delicate girl in the slums.

The houses on the roadside were relatively good, and in the distance there were many simple wooden sheds built with planks, where several women in pleated clothes were doing handicrafts.

There were chickens and ducks nearby that quacked from time to time.

All I see is dirt and mess.

Taylor couldn't imagine how these people lived in such an environment.

From the house next door, a little child ran out with a piece of bread in his hand. A bigger child chased out from behind and snatched the bread from the child in front.

"Brother, I'm hungry."

The boy who chased out quickly stuffed the bread into his mouth, turned around and left. The child who didn't get to eat the bread sat on the ground and cried loudly.

Taylor was shocked when he saw this scene.

It never occurred to her that anyone would fight over a loaf of bread, and that their bread would be thrown away immediately if it was even a little stale.

At this time, Hardy said:

"Not everyone is born to live a good life. Matilda lived in such an environment. She was often beaten, her body was always covered with scars, and she was often hungry. This is how she developed stomach problems."

Taylor was silent for a long time.

"Mr. Hardy, the night before yesterday at Mr. Meyer's villa, you said that I was not suitable for the role of Matilda. I was very dissatisfied at the time. You said that my temperament was not suitable. I thought at the time, what is wrong with acting?"

"I finally understand now that there is such a big gap between me and the character. If I act according to my own habits, I really can't play Matilda like this."

The two continued walking inside.

Sewage.

Sundries,

homeless.

stray cats and dogs.

Coolie worker.

Streetwalker.

Hungry child.

Old man begging.

Taylor got a taste of what the ghetto really was.

If she hadn't come here, she couldn't imagine that there were people living like this.

When the two passed a grocery store, there were several young people standing nearby. One of the guys saw Taylor and thought she was very beautiful.

He had never seen such a beautiful girl.

He looked at the young man next to the girl. Although he was only wearing a shirt, it was made of very delicate fabric. He guessed that he should be a rich man.

"Brothers, let's get some money to spend." The guy whispered to the people around him.

"OK."

Several guys stood up together.

They can have a great time today by teasing the pretty little girl and extorting a few dozen dollars from the man.

A few guys stood in front of Hardy and Taylor with lewd smiles on their faces.