The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Can you imagine? I'm sitting here, surrounded by those well-known makeup artists and agents, oh... Sitting in front of the dressing table, Selena sighed, narrowing her eyes, as if imagined Life is bewitched.

I don't have to imagine, they'll be here soon.

What? Selena turned around, looked at him suspiciously, and then saw a large group of people pouring in from the door of the dressing room, some of them were holding hangers with various dresses hanging on them, some of them Carrying a jewelry rack full of precious stones, they swarmed over and surrounded Selina.

Bruce sat on the sofa at one side of the room, squinting, holding a cigar in his hand, but not smoking it, just letting the smoke drift away.

Hey, wait, what are you guys doing? Selena didn't react when she was lifted from the chair, but soon, she was pushed into the changing room by the stylist.

Bruce leaned on the sofa and looked up at the dressing room. This is a witness to the rise of Hollywood. There have been countless international movie stars and celebrities sitting here, and their radiant faces are reflected in the mirror.

Exquisite costumes are drawn across the soft carpet, and glittering gemstones are woven into a gorgeous star river. The smell of perfume remains in the wood here, mixed with the burnt aroma of cigars, which makes people drowsy.

In that most prosperous and gorgeous era, anyone would unknowingly immerse themselves in it, chasing those extravagant, complicated and beautiful dreams.

Bruce slowly opened his eyes wide, and he saw Selena coming out of the changing room.

It was the first time he saw Selena wearing such a gorgeous dress. It was a one-piece mermaid dress covered with fine diamonds. The light above her head made a river of radiance surge on her body. This kind of light Making Bruce, who is used to the dark, narrow his eyes, Selena stroked her earrings, looked at Bruce and said, Does it look good?

When Bruce's blue eyes narrowed, it always made people feel uneasy. In the cat's intuition, this feeling was even stronger. Selina clearly felt the aggressiveness in Bruce's eyes, which made him look It doesn't look like a playboy at all, but like a beast.

Bruce stood up and took her hand, and Selena put one hand on his waist and said, ...is this a dream?

Bruce saw that there was a hint of confusion between her brows, a little childish, like a little girl puzzled by a simple problem.

The life in the slums makes people lose all innocence. The days of struggling with food and hardship are engraved on the corners of her eyebrows, and the strength and wildness that supported her in the difficult days, after being washed away by this trace of childishness, reveal a sense of fragility , causing Bruce's heart, which hadn't beat for many years, to beat hard.

When Selena looked up, her eyes shone brighter than the jewels on her body, 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 skirt as mine, she is very beautiful...

The same to you.

So you want to dance with me? Selena asked him.

Bruce put his arms around her waist and said, I should be asking you this question, Miss Selina, can you dance with me?

The floating yellow shadow of the light is like a dream that will never wake up. The dust under the light is jumping up, like a band playing dance music in the microcosm. When the light falls, nothing here has changed, but it is dawn. .

Look at this! This is so cool! Peter said excitedly, picking up a lasso, I guess this must be a prop for a western movie! The last time I went to the western... oh, Gwen, come and see , What's in there? It seems like a dressing room?

Peter pulled Gwen over and pointed to a room inside. The two probed inside curiously. The narrator saw their expressions and came over to them and introduced them: Oh, this is the exhibition hall of the dressing room where the original filming scene was restored. , most of the exhibits here were moved from there.”

Recovery? What happened to the dressing room?

The narrator showed a regretful expression, shrugged, and said, Unfortunately, it was burned down in a fire at the turn of the century.

My God, I seem to have heard my dad talk about the fire. Gwen crossed himself and said, It seems that another firefighter died.

Yes, there are not many items left, but this exhibition hall tried its best to restore the style at that 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 let out a wow exclamation. Peter stroked the wooden dressing room table and said, This should be the real thing, right? The wood grain is so real. pretty.

That's right. The narrator 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 bother you.

The narrator smiled and left. Peter looked up and looked around, completely immersed in the novel experience brought to him by the sense of the old age.

This is a completely different feeling from the science and technology exhibition, full of the humanistic customs of that prosperous era.

Peter walked to the sofa, looked around, and sat on it. Gwen exclaimed and said, Why did you sit on it? This is a cultural relic, what if it breaks?

It's okay, it's quite strong, would you like to try it?

When Peter looked up, his eyes were always bright, and the joy and anticipation in them were almost overflowing. Gwen walked in front of him and took Peter's hand. She rarely looked down from top to bottom like this Peter's face.

Peter smiled and said, Do you know how red your face is?

Gwen fanned her face with her hands, as if to change the subject, and said, I have a good idea, I walked out of there... that changing room, and you have to imagine me wearing a beautiful pair of clothes. Skirt, can you imagine?

Of course, my imagination is great. Peter moved around in the chair, as if he didn't know how to make a relaxed state, and then he leaned his back on the backrest, raised his head, and Gwen let go of him. hand, turned and walked towards the changing room.

When Peter heard a squeak, he knew that the door of the changing room was opened, and looked down with his eyes fixed on the ceiling, and then he saw Gwen coming out of the changing room, standing in front of the window and looking up. The light, the afternoon sun coated her with a silvery tulle, and Peter was truly captivated.

His eyes widened, his pupils constricted a little, as if staring blankly, Gwen took two steps forward with her hands behind her back, her hair became glistening in the light.

Seeing Peter's dull expression, Gwen suddenly lowered his head and laughed, then stretched out a hand, Peter stood up involuntarily, holding her hand, when Gwen looked up at him, his voice was soft and thin.

You said, would it be like in the movie that someone did this in this dressing room?

I suppose . . . yes, stammered Peter.

So what do you think they'll do next?

...What will you do? Peter felt his mind went blank, and Gwen turned his head, looked towards the window, and said, Anyway, I won't stand there stupidly like you.

After she finished speaking, she let go of Peter's hand and turned to walk to the other side. Peter was awakened suddenly. He held Gwen, and Gwen looked back at him.

Gwen... Peter could only call her name blankly, feeling the warmth from her hand. Gwen saw a complicated expression suddenly appeared on Peter's face, but in the end, he saw that Peter He opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything.

Gwen showed a sad expression, but she quickly suppressed it, and she said, Let's go to another exhibition.

When the two walked out of the exhibition hall, it was almost dusk. Gwen and Peter walked hand in hand on the steps in front of the exhibition hall. They walked down one level after another, watching the evening light flow down the steps .

What do you think? Gwen asked suddenly, Peter turned to look at her, and said with some doubts, How about what?

How about this exhibit?

It's good, I mean... well, it's a little bit different, but it's really good, I never knew the history of movies was so interesting.

I thought you wouldn't like it. Gwen put one hand behind her back and said, After all, you seem to like those industrial products more.

Don't say something stupid like 'I like you', I don't want to hear that. Gwen looked at Peter from above his eyes, Peter showed a somewhat embarrassed expression, Gwenlu said with a smile: You are the worst person I have ever met.

Peter scratched his temples, the corners of his mouth turned down, and said, You must think I'm a very boring person, right? I'm really not very good at speaking. My aunt often said that I can find a girlfriend. It is a rare miracle in this world.

Gwen was suddenly amused by him, and she let out a chuckle and said, It's true that what you say isn't funny enough...but you can always make me laugh.

Do 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 am thinking wildly, but I always have this intuition, Peter, what attracts me is the soul under your appearance, you are different from them, but I can't tell the difference...

Seeing Peter's expression, Gwen asked, Did I embarrass you?

She shook her head lightly, her hair dancing with the movement.

Don't be embarrassed, Peter.

She walked down a flight of steps earlier than Peter, then looked up at him, and said, Just like you are willing to accompany me on a trip to Hollywood and realize my childhood fantasies, just like you are willing to accept a different me, of course I will. You can also accept a different you.

She stretched 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, don't feel embarrassed for me.

The dreams he had had one after another flashed before Peter's eyes. His eyes contained the childishness unique to teenagers, but also carried a different kind of determination. He looked into Gwen's eyes, and there was something there. Tender sea of ​​lovers, he heard Gwen say: ...I like every one of you, every one of you.

You're different from everyone I've ever seen... Selena walked down a step, then stopped, looked at Bruce who was up a step, and said, It's as if there are two completely different people living in your body. soul.

Why do you say that? Bruce looked at Selena. The two steps made their height gap bigger, and Selena's effort to raise her head looked a little funny and cute.

You can be regarded as a cat's intuition, I don't even know if the you I see now is the real you, or there are many you?

Which one do you like best? Bruce's eyes suddenly ignited orange flames in the icy blue under the light of dusk, and Selena 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 bring me to Los Angeles to play, and you can also give me such a beautiful dress to 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 smugness, she said, You were sad just now, weren't you?

I remember you said that bats don't feel sad. Selena stretched out a hand, wanting to touch Bruce's face, but the difference in height made her act like a believer who stretched out his arms and prayed for the gods to come .

But you can be sad, you're not just a bat, at least not to me... my Mr. Ball of Yarn.