"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 had been fantasized about Life is captivating.
"I don't have to imagine, they'll be here soon."
"What?" Selena 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. 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, just letting 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 into the changing room by the stylist.
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 cut 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 and looked at Bruce: "Does it look good?"
When Bruce's blue eyes narrow, 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, which makes him see He doesn't look like a playboy at all, but like a beast.
Bruce stood up and held her hand. Selina held one hand on his waist: "...Is this a dream?"
Bruce saw 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 corner 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. , making Bruce's heart, which had not beaten for many years, beat hard.
When Selena raised her eyes, her eyes were brighter than the luster of the gems on her body. She said, "Have you seen that movie?"
"Which one?"
"...I forgot." Selena tilted her head, "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. .
"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 like 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 the dressing room?"
The commentator showed a pityful expression and shrugged, "Unfortunately, it was burned down in a fire at the turn of the century."
"Oh my God, I seem to have heard my father go through that 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: "This should be the real thing, right? The wood grain is so beautiful." .”
"That's right." The commentator stood at the door: "The sofa next to it was also rescued from the original site. You can visit it and I won't disturb you."
The commentator 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, "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 from top to bottom like this. Face.
Peter smiled: "Do you know how red your face is?"
Gwen fanned her face with her hand, as if to change the subject, "I have a good idea. I will come out of that changing room. You have to imagine me wearing a beautiful 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 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 slightly, 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 sounded light and thin.
"Are you, like in the movie, someone doing this in this dressing room before?"
"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 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 I opened my mouth, but still nothing.
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. .
"What do you think?" Gwen asked suddenly. Peter turned to look at her, confused: "What do you think?"
"How was the exhibition?"
"It's good, I'm...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, "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 smiled: "You are really The most incompetent person I have ever met."
Peter scratched his temples and curled the corners of his mouth downwards, "You must think I'm a very boring person, right? I'm really not good at talking. My aunt often talks about it. I can find a girlfriend in this world." A rare miracle."
Gwen was suddenly amused by him, and she burst out laughing, "Your words are indeed not funny... but they 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, hiding under your appearance."
"Maybe I'm just imagining things, but I always have this intuition. Peter, what attracts me is precisely the soul beneath your appearance. You are different from them, but I am no different..."
Seeing Peter's look, Gwen asked: "Did I make it difficult for you?"
She shook her head slightly, her hair flying with the movement.
"Don't be embarrassed, Peter."
She walked down the stairs earlier than Peter, then looked up at him, "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 stretched out her hand and gently touched Peter's face with her fingers: "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 into Gwen's eyes, and there was tenderness there. In the sea of lovers, he heard Gwen: "...I like every you, different you."
"You are different from everyone I have ever seen..." Selina walked down the first step, then stopped and looked at Bruce who was on the upper step, "It's like there are two completely different people living in your body. soul."
"Why is 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 are there many yous?"
"Which one do you like best?" Bruce's eyes were illuminated by dusk, and the cold blue suddenly ignited with orange flames. 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 arm: "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, bats will never be sad." Selina stretched out a hand, wanting to touch Bruce's face, but the height gap 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."
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