Chapter 245 Hollywood Black and White Movies (Part 2)
"Can you imagine? I'm sitting here with all those famous makeup artists and agents surrounding me, oh..." Selena sighed as she sat in front of the dressing table. She squinted her eyes, as if she was in a fantasy
captivated by life.
"I don't have to imagine, they will be here soon."
"What?" Selina turned around and looked at him doubtfully, and then saw a large number of people pouring in from the door of the dressing room. Some of them were holding hangers with various dresses hanging on them, and some were holding clothes.
Carrying a jewelry rack full of gems, they swarmed in and surrounded Selena.
Bruce sat on the sofa on one side of the room, squinting his eyes. He held a cigar in his hand, but did not put it into his mouth, but just let the smoke drift away.
"Hey, wait, what do you do?" Selena didn't react when she was lifted from the chair, but soon she was pushed by the stylist into the changing room.
Bruce leaned on the sofa and looked up at the dressing room. This was a witness to the rise of Hollywood. Countless international movie stars and celebrities had sat here, and their radiant faces were reflected in the mirror.
Exquisite costumes streak across the soft carpets, and sparkling gems weave into gorgeous stars. The wood here still smells of perfume, mixed with the aroma of burnt cigars, making people drowsy.
In that most prosperous and gorgeous era, anyone would be immersed in it unconsciously, pursuing those extravagant, complicated and beautiful dreams.
Bruce slowly opened his eyes, and he saw Selina walking out of the changing room.
It was the first time he saw Selena wearing such a gorgeous dress. It was a long fishtail dress covered with fine diamonds. The lights above her made a river of light flow around her body. This kind of light
Bruce, who was used to darkness, narrowed his eyes. Selina stroked her earrings, looked at Bruce and said, "Does it look good?"
When Bruce's blue eyes squint, it always makes people feel uneasy. In the cat's intuition, this feeling is even stronger. Selina can clearly feel the aggression in Bruce's eyes, so let him see
He doesn't look like a playboy at all, but like a beast of prey.
Bruce stood up and held her hand. Selina put one hand on his waist and said, "...is this a dream?"
Bruce saw that there was a trace of confusion between her eyebrows, a little childish, like a little girl who was puzzled by a simple question.
The life in the slums makes people lose all innocence. The days of struggling for food and clothing are engraved on the corners of her eyebrows. The strength and wildness that supported her in the hard days are washed away by this trace of childishness, revealing a sense of vulnerability.
, causing Bruce's heart, which had not beaten for many years, to beat hard.
When Selena raised her eyes, her eyes were brighter than the gems on her body, and she said, "Have you seen that movie?"
"Which one?"
"...I forgot." Selena turned her head and said: "But there is always one, I remember, the hero and heroine are dancing on the stage, the heroine is wearing the same dress as me, she is very beautiful..."
"The same to you."
"Then do you want to dance with me?" Selena asked him.
Bruce held her waist and said, "I should ask you this question, Miss Selina, can you please dance with me?"
The light floats with dim shadows, like a dream that will never wake up. The dust in the light jumps, like a band playing dance music in the microscopic world. Little by little light falls. Nothing has changed here, but it is dawn.
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"Look at this! This is so cool!" Peter picked up a lasso and said excitedly: "I guess this must be a prop for filming a Western movie! When I went to the West last time... Oh, Gwen, come and see
,What’s in there? It seems to be a dressing room?”
Peter pulled Gwen over and pointed to a room inside. The two of them poked their heads inside curiously. Seeing their expressions, the commentator came over and introduced them: "Oh, this is the exhibition hall where the dressing room on the original set was restored.
, most of the exhibits here were moved from there.”
"Recovery? What happened to that dressing room?"
The narrator showed a pityful expression, shrugged, and said, "Unfortunately, it was destroyed in a fire at the turn of the century."
"Oh my God, I think I heard my dad talk about the fire." Gwen crossed herself on her chest and said, "It seems that another firefighter died."
"Yes, there are not many items left, but this exhibition hall tries its best to restore the style of the time. You can go in and have a look."
Peter and Gwen walked into the dressing room hand in hand. As soon as they walked in, Gwen exclaimed "Wow". Peter stroked the wooden dressing room table and said, "This should be the real thing, right? The wood grain is really real."
pretty."
"That's right." The commentator stood at the door and said, "The sofa next to it was also rescued from the original site. You can visit it and I won't disturb you."
The narrator smiled and then left. Peter looked up and around, completely immersed in the novel experience brought to him by the sense of the ancient times.
This is a completely different feeling from the science and technology exhibition, full of the humanistic style of that prosperous era.
Peter walked to the sofa, looked around, and then sat on it. Gwen exclaimed and said, "Why did you sit on it? This is a cultural relic. What if it breaks?"
"It doesn't matter, it's quite strong. Do you want to try it?"
When Peter looked up, his eyes were always very bright, almost overflowing with joy and expectation. Gwen walked up to him and took Peter's outstretched hand. She rarely looked down at Peter like this.
s face.
Peter smiled and said, "Do you know how red your face is?"
Gwen fanned her face with her hand, as if to change the subject, and said: "I have a good idea. I will walk out of that dressing room. You have to imagine me wearing a beautiful pair of clothes."
Skirt, can you imagine it?"
"Of course, I have a great imagination." Peter moved in his chair, as if he didn't know how to achieve a relaxed state. Then he leaned his back on the backrest and raised his head. Gwen let go of him.
hand, turned around and walked towards the changing room.
When Peter heard a "squeak", he knew that the door to the dressing room was open. He stared at the ceiling and looked down. Then he saw Gwen walking out of the dressing room and standing in front of the window.
The light, the afternoon sun coated her with a silvery veil, and Peter was really attracted.
His eyes widened and his pupils shrank, as if he was stunned. Gwen took two steps forward with her hands behind her back, and her hair became shining in the light.
Seeing Peter's dull expression, Gwen suddenly lowered her head and laughed, then stretched out a hand. Peter stood up involuntarily and held her hand. When Gwen raised her eyes to look at him, her voice seemed light and thin.
"Tell me, is it possible that someone once did this in this dressing room just like what was shown in the movie?"
"I think... yes," Peter stammered.
"So what do you think they'll do next?"
"...What will he do?" Peter felt his mind went blank. Gwen turned her head and looked at the window, and then said: "I won't stand stupidly like you anyway."
After saying that, she let go of Peter's hand and turned to walk to the other side. Peter was suddenly awakened. He pulled Gwen, who looked back at him. A bright beam of sunlight between the two brought up countless tiny dust particles.
"Gwen..." Peter could only call her name blankly, feeling the warmth from her hands. Gwen saw a complicated expression suddenly appear on Peter's face, but in the end, he saw that Peter
He opened his mouth, but still nothing was said.
Gwen showed a sad expression, but she quickly calmed it down and said, "Let's go see other exhibitions."
When the two walked out of the exhibition hall, it was almost dusk. Gwen and Peter were walking hand in hand on the steps in front of the exhibition hall. They walked down one level after another, watching the dusk light flow down the steps.
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"What do you think?" Gwen asked suddenly. Peter turned to look at her and said with some confusion: "What do you think?"
"How was the exhibition?"
"It's good, I mean...well, it's a little different, but it's really good. I never knew movie history was so interesting."
"I thought you wouldn't like it." Gwen put one hand behind her back and said, "After all, you seem to prefer those industrial products."
"Don't say stupid things like 'I just like you if I like you'. I don't want to hear this." Gwen looked at Peter from above her eyes. Peter showed a somewhat embarrassed expression. Gwen said with a smile: "
You are truly the most incompetent person I have ever met."
Peter scratched his temples, curled the corners of his mouth downwards, and said, "You must think I'm a very boring person, right? I'm really not good at saying nice things. My aunt often says that I can find a girlfriend just fine."
A rare miracle in this world."
Gwen was suddenly amused by him. She burst out laughing and said, "What you say is indeed not funny... but you always make me laugh."
"You know? Peter..." Gwen suddenly looked at Peter and said seriously: "I always feel that there is another you, a you that I don't know, hidden under your appearance."
"Maybe I'm just imagining things, but I always have this intuition. Peter, what attracts me is exactly the soul beneath your appearance. You are different from them, but I can't tell the difference..."
Seeing Peter's expression, Gwen asked: "Did I make it difficult for you?"
She shook her head gently, her hair flying with the movement.
"Don't be embarrassed, Peter."
She walked down one step earlier than Peter, then looked up at him and said: "Just like you are willing to accompany me to travel to Hollywood and realize my childish fantasy, just like you are willing to accept a different me, of course I You can also accept a different you."
She reached out her hand, touched Peter's face lightly with her fingers, and said, "Don't worry, don't doubt, don't feel embarrassed... Peter, no matter in the past, now or in the future, there is no need to feel embarrassed for me."
Peter's eyes flashed through the dreams he had had one after another. His eyes contained the unique childishness of a young man, but also had a different kind of perseverance. He looked at Gwen's eyes, and there was something there. In the gentle sea of lovers, he heard Gwen say: "...I like every you, different you."
"You are different from everyone I have ever seen..." Selena walked down the first step, then stopped, looked at Bruce who was on the upper step, and said: "It's like there are two completely different people living in your body. soul."
"Why do you say that?" Bruce looked at Selina. The two steps made the height gap between them even wider. The way Selina tried to raise her head looked a little funny and a little cute.
"You can think of it as a cat's intuition. I don't even know if the you I see now is the real you, or is there originally many you?"
"Which one do you like best?" Bruce's eyes suddenly lit up with orange flames in the cold blue light of dusk. Selina felt that her eyes were being melted by this flame until it burned her. heart.
"Of course I like the rich one." Selena waved her arms and said: "You can take me to Los Angeles to play, and you can also give me such a beautiful dress, and dance with me..."
Selina was sure she saw disappointment in Bruce's eyes. She suddenly smiled slyly, and when she looked at Bruce again, with a little pride, she said, "You were sad just now, right?"
"I remember you said that bats won't be sad." Selina stretched out a hand to touch Bruce's face, but the height difference made her move like a believer who stretched out her arms to pray for the gods to come. .
"But you can be sad, you are not just a bat, at least not to me...my Mr. Ball of Yarn."
