Chapter 245 Hollywood Black and White Movies (Part 2)

"Can you imagine? I'm sitting here, surrounded by those famous makeup artists and agents, oh..." Selina sighed as she sat in front of the dressing table. She squinted her eyes, as if she was fascinated by the fantasy life.

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

"What?" Selina turned around and looked at him in confusion, and then she saw a large group of people pouring in from the door of the dressing room. Some of them held hangers with various dresses hanging on them, and some held jewelry racks with gems all over them. They swarmed and surrounded Selina.

Bruce sat on the sofa on one side of the room, squinting his eyes. He held a cigar in his hand, but he didn't put it in his mouth, just let the smoke drift away.

"Hey, wait, what are you doing?" Selina didn't react when she was lifted up from the chair, but soon, she was pushed into the dressing 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 clothes crossed the soft carpet, and the sparkling gems weaved into a gorgeous galaxy. The wood here was still reeking of perfume, mixed with the burnt aroma of cigars, making people drowsy.

That most prosperous and gorgeous era made anyone unconsciously immersed in it, pursuing those extravagant, complicated and beautiful dreams.

Bruce slowly opened his eyes and saw Selina walking out of the dressing room.

It was the first time he saw Selena wearing such a gorgeous dress. It was a long mermaid dress studded with tiny diamonds. The light above her head made her body flow like a river of light. This light made Bruce, who was used to the darkness, squint his eyes. Selena stroked her earrings and looked at Bruce and said, "Does it look good?"

When Bruce's blue eyes squinted, it always made people feel uneasy. In the cat's intuition, this feeling was even stronger. Selena clearly felt the aggression in Bruce's eyes, which made him look not like a playboy at all, but like a beast.

Bruce stood up and took her hand. Selena held his waist with one hand and said, "...Is this a dream?"

Bruce saw that there was a trace of confusion between her eyebrows, with a little childishness, like a little girl who was puzzled by a simple problem.

Life in the slums makes people lose all their innocence. The days of struggling for food and clothing and hardship are engraved in her eyebrows. After the strength and wildness that supported her in the hard days were washed away by this trace of childishness, the fragility revealed made Bruce's heart, which had not beaten for many years, beat hard.

When Selina raised her eyes, her eyes were brighter than the jewels on her body. She said: "Have you seen that movie?"

"Which one?"

"... I forgot." Selina turned her head and said: "But there is always such a movie. I remember that the hero and heroine danced on the stage. The heroine wore the same skirt as me. She was very beautiful..."

"You too."

"Then do you want to dance with me?" Selina asked him.

Bruce put his arm around her waist and said, "I should be the one asking you this question, Miss Selina, can you please dance with me?"

The dim shadows floated in the light, like a dream that will never wake up. The dust under the light jumped up, like a band playing dance music in the microscopic world. The light fell, and nothing changed here, but it was dawn.

"Look at this! This is so cool!" Peter picked up a lasso and said excitedly: "I guess this must be a prop for shooting westerns! The last time I went to the West... Oh, Gwen, come and see, what's in there? It looks like a dressing room?"

Peter pulled Gwen over and pointed to a room inside. The two of them looked inside with some curiosity. The narrator saw their expressions and came over to introduce them: "Oh, this is the exhibition hall that restored the dressing room of the original set. Most of the exhibits here were moved from there."

"Restore? What happened to that 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."

"Oh my God, I seem to have heard my dad talk about that Fire." Gwen made a cross 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 take 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 so beautiful."

"Yes." The tour guide stood at the door and said, "And the sofa next to it was also rescued from the original site. You can visit it. I won't disturb you."

The tour guide smiled and left. Peter looked up and looked around, completely immersed in the novel experience brought to him by the sense of the old 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 very strong. Do you want to try it?"

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

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 came out of there...that dressing room. You have to imagine me wearing a beautiful skirt. Can you imagine it?"

"Of course, my imagination is great." Peter moved on the chair for a while, and seemed to not know how to relax. Then he leaned his back against the backrest and raised his head. Gwen let go of his hand and turned to walk towards the dressing room.

When Peter heard a "creak", he knew that the door of the dressing room was opened. He stared at the ceiling and looked down. Then he saw Gwen walked out of the dressing room and stood in front of the window against the light. The afternoon sun coated her with a layer of silver gauze. Peter was really attracted.

He widened his eyes, his pupils shrank a little, as if he was stunned. Gwen walked forward two steps 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 couldn't help but stand up and hold her hand. When Gwen looked up at him, her voice seemed light and thin.

"Do you think someone has done this in this dressing room before, just like in the movie?"

"I think... yes." Peter stammered.

"So what do you think they will do next?"

"...What will they do?" Peter felt his mind go blank. Gwen turned her head and looked at the window, then said, "Anyway, they won't stand there like you."

After that, she let go of Peter's hand and turned to walk to the other side. Peter was suddenly awakened. He held Gwen, and Gwen looked back at him. A beam of bright sunlight between the two of them brought countless tiny dust particles.

"Gwen..." Peter could only call her name blankly, feeling the warmth from her hand. Gwen saw that a complicated expression suddenly appeared on Peter's face, but in the end, he saw that Peter opened his mouth and still said nothing.

Gwen showed a trace of sadness, but she quickly restrained it. She said, "Let's go see other exhibitions."

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 layer by layer, watching the light of dusk flow down the steps.

"What do you think?" Gwen suddenly asked. Peter turned to look at her and said in confusion, "What do you think?"

"How is this exhibition?"

"Very good, I mean... well, although it's a little different, it's really good. I never knew that film 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 like you like it'. I don't want to hear that." Gwen looked at Peter from above her eyes. Peter showed a somewhat embarrassed expression. Gwen smiled and said, "You are really the worst person I have ever seen to say sweet words."

Peter scratched his temples, his mouth corners turned down, and said, "You must think I am a very boring person, right? I'm really not good at saying nice things. My aunt often says that it's a rare miracle that I can find a girlfriend. "

Gwen was suddenly amused by him. She burst out laughing and said, "What you said is indeed not interesting enough... but it always makes me laugh."

"You know? Peter..." Gwen suddenly looked at Peter and said seriously, "I always feel that there is another you, a you I don't know, hiding under your appearance."

"Maybe I'm just imagining, 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 what the difference is..."

Seeing Peter's expression, Gwen asked, "Do I make you feel embarrassed?"

She shook her head gently, her hair flying with the movement.

"Don't feel embarrassed, Peter."

She walked down the stairs earlier than Peter, then looked up at him and said, "Just as you are willing to accompany me to Hollywood to realize my childish fantasy, just as you are willing to accept a different me, I can certainly accept a different you."

She reached out and gently touched Peter's face with her fingers, saying, "Don't worry, don't doubt, don't feel embarrassed... Peter, no matter in the past, now or in the future, you don't have to feel embarrassed for me."

Peter's eyes flashed with dreams he had had one after another. His eyes were full of the childishness of a teenager, but also with a different kind of perseverance. He looked into Gwen's eyes, where there was a gentle sea of ​​lovers. He heard Gwen say, "... I like every you, every different you."

"You are different from everyone I have ever met..." Selina walked down a step, then stopped, looked at Bruce who was on the next step, and said, "It's like there are two completely different souls living in your body."

"Why do you say that?" Bruce looked at Selina. The two steps made the height difference between them even greater. Selina looked a little funny and cute when she tried to raise her head.

"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 there are many of you?"

"Which one do you like best?" Bruce's eyes were illuminated by the dusk, and the cold blue suddenly ignited an orange flame. Selina felt that her eyes were being melted by this flame until it burned into her heart.

"Of course I like the rich one." Selina waved her arms and said, "He can take me to Los Angeles to play, give me such a beautiful dress, and dance with me..."

Selina was sure that she saw disappointment in Bruce's eyes. She suddenly smiled cunningly, and when she looked at Bruce again, she said with a little pride, "You were sad just now, right?"

"I remember you said that bats can't be sad." Selina stretched out a hand and wanted to touch Bruce's face, but the height difference made her move like a believer stretching out her arms to pray for the arrival of gods.

"But you can be sad, you are not just a bat, at least not to me... my Mr. Yarn Ball."