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Seattle’s night was dimly lit, but the sky revealed a deep dampness, a sapphire blue halo appeared, rippled in circles and spread out; there was a touch of water vapor floating in the air, mixed with The smell of earth, trees and sea, gently lingering under the nostrils, is a smell very different from other cities.

"Miss, it's windy tonight, so keep the windows closed. I'm worried about catching a cold."

The taxi driver's voice came from the front seat, and you could hear the warm worry in his voice, which made Rooney Mara slightly smile and replied kindly, "It's okay. I need some fresh air now." After she finished speaking, she didn't explain much, she turned her head again and looked out the window, watching the buildings start to retreat, like a small boat riding the wind and waves on the sea in the middle of the night. .

Rooney thought she must be crazy, if not completely crazy, not far off.

Tonight is the Oscars, an annual event where all eyes from all over the world are on the Kodak Theater. How many actors have to squeeze their heads to be able to attend this event, even if it's just a red carpet appearance. Fan, that is also good.

Everyone who walks on the red carpet will receive laser scans of thousands of eyes, and every detail of the body will be severely tested, especially for actresses, who do their best to keep themselves in the best shape, Desperate to cover up every subtle flaw in the body, just hoping to show myself in the most perfect posture.

As a "social network", Rooney easily got the qualification to attend the awards ceremony. In fact, David - Fincher personally took her on the red carpet, you can see that David takes her seriously. Even if in fact, this is a complete men's film, the existence of women is almost zero, and more of it is just a value symbol.

Over and over again, her agent emphasized how important tonight was and how rare the opportunity was, which would be decisive for her future acting career; her agent tirelessly chatted Talking, pay attention to manners, pay attention to socialization, pay attention to politeness, and especially emphasize which producers, directors, and actors need to deal with tonight.

She always had a sense of nihilistic absurdity. Not just because she didn't get any nominations, not just because her role in the movie wasn't a big deal, not just because she wasn't even an award presenter, but because she never felt involved, as if she was just a The flower pots placed at the door of the red carpet, or statues - or to describe it in a more popular language: vases.

At the moment when the flashlight was vented, Rooney felt that she was like a commodity for sale, and those eyes and sights hidden behind the spotlight were conducting a judgmental judgment. Every part of her body, every detail, can be measured in money.

Earrings are worth $80,000, necklaces are worth $300,000, clutches are worth $250,000, tuxedos are worth $170,000, heels are worth $55,000...

Also, her hair, her nose, her eyes, her breasts, her waist, her hands and feet...

Every part was marked with a price, and those scorching gazes made her almost breathless. He maintains an elegant and bright smile on his face, but he is always a bystander in his soul, watching the madness of this world coldly and indifferently.

She is crazy. Rooney thinks so, maybe, she is the muttered waiter in "Waiting for Godot", living in her own world, becoming an alien in her eyes, out of tune with society, and then oxygen is taken one by one. Pull away, and finally embrace death alone.

After the awards ceremony, the next is Oscar night. The celebration party held by "Vanity Fair" is even more lively than the Oscar ceremony itself. It is rumored that a ticket for Oscar night has been sold for 40,000 US dollars.

Forty thousand dollars, just to enter the tomb of the living dead that eats people without spitting out bones.

Rooney got in a cab and was about to go back to the hotel, change into a second tux, and then attend Oscar night, where she had such a big deal, and her manager stuffed her with a list of The long list of names are all objects she must meet and socialize with. Only then can she take down the role of "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo".

Yeah, it's all about the "girl with the dragon tattoo".

After the project was announced, almost half of Hollywood actresses of the right age flocked here, and all of them were desperate to get this role, even without compromise. With the cooperation of "social network" and personal friendship with David, Rooney has a slight advantage, but it is still not enough.

Tonight is the decisive moment.

However, looking at the spacious and bustling streets of Los Angeles outside the window, a burst of irritability struck me. She felt cheap. She knew it was her pride and youthfulness, but she just couldn't control it, and before she knew it, she blurted out, "Sir, go to the airport."

Then, she appeared here. It was already one o'clock in the morning when the plane landed smoothly after a three-hour flight.

The overheated brain gradually cooled down, and after the impulsive emotions dissipated, he finally calmed down. She finally understood what she had done. At the airport counter, she randomly bought a ticket with the latest time, with no destination limit, then got on the plane, turned off her mobile phone, and fell into a drowsy sleep on the plane.

wearing her

evening dress.

But why? Why would she do this? What should we do next? Also, where is this place?

When she learned that she came to Seattle, Rooney couldn't help laughing. Is this luck? Or a coincidence? The plane ticket purchased at random led her to this emerald city. She has no friends who live in Seattle, but one friend is working in Seattle.

Renly-Hall.

Without any hesitation, she reported to the taxi driver the address of the "I'm Fighting Cancer" crew. In the past few days, the address has been so loud that half of the Hollywood reporters have gathered there, and they have surrounded Renly in the apartment as tightly as they have surrounded Michael Jackson.

"Renly Hall." Rooney couldn't help whispering the name, the unfamiliar syllables jumping between her lips and teeth.

It's a good thing to meet a friend and pass some time in an unfamiliar city. It's just that it's already the middle of the night, so I don't know if Renly is still awake; let alone if the "I'm Fighting Cancer" crew is still there to continue filming.

Tonight, Renly was absent from the awards ceremony.

Inexplicably, Rooney was envious and admired. Such Renly, she couldn't help but raised her head and looked up. How much courage does it take to reject Oscar and choose to stay on the crew to continue working; how much perseverance is needed to convince the agent to let him give up his obsession with the academy; Concentrate on the performance.

Those days in Telluride replayed vividly in my mind again, like an old movie.

"Miss, here we are."

Rooney's thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the taxi driver, who raised her head and handed over her credit card. In her handbag, which is only the size of a palm, there is a lipstick, a powder, a credit card and a mobile phone. "thanks."

"Miss, are you sure you're all right?" the taxi driver asked with concern.

Rooney followed his line of sight and looked down at her dress, she laughed dumbly, "I'm fine." Yes, she was not good before, but now, she is fine. "It could not be better."

Stepping out of the taxi, Rooney looked up and looked for the famous peacock blue apartment door, and then saw a plump young man sitting on the steps of the door, with his hands on his knees, leaning on his chin, From time to time, her eyes drifted in one direction, and Rooney looked at it reflexively.

Then she saw a bald head.

"Pfft." Rooney's first reaction was to laugh out loud. Under the lazy milky yellow light, that bare head looked really funny, but it didn't look like another one. Bulb, more like... a cactus, but still a pruned cactus.

Rooney pursed the corners of her mouth lightly, and her laughter disappeared in the humid air like a curl of smoke, and then she noticed the arc of the side face where the lines of the bald head were connected. The handsome and elegant facial features lack some elegant bookish air, but add a little poetic tranquility, and the eyebrows and eyes outlined like ink paint add a touch of toughness in the cold moonlight.

The corners of his mouth could not help but gently retracted, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and the pair of charming eyes stared round, almost unable to believe what he saw, he couldn't help but take a half step forward, trying to Seeing a little more clearly, but because of fear and unfamiliarity, I couldn't help but stop, so I looked at it from a distance.

That's Renly Hall.

Rooney knew that although it was strange, strange, and strange, it was indeed Renly. In the end what happened? Just a jet lag at the Oscars, and Renly is... bald?

It was absurd, and a little funny, Rooney couldn't help but raised the corners of her mouth. Thinking about it again, the absurd and uninhibited joy became more and more surging——

Those actors did everything possible to get on the red carpet of the Oscars; and on the red carpet, the beautiful clothes, smiling faces, elegant and calm, and even more bathed in the spotlight, they all put on masks and pretended to be. Become an unfamiliar figure, accepting the cheers of the world.

And Renly stayed quietly in Seattle...with a bald head, sitting quietly on a bench, the long streets deserted. The lonely street lamp will pull the projection to the elders.

"Ha." Rooney couldn't hold back any longer, clapped her hands and laughed happily.

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