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453 Arrive suddenly

The lights in Seattle were dim at night, but the curtain revealed a deep dampness, with bursts of sapphire blue halo, ripples in circles, spreading outward; there was a faint water vapor floating in the air, mixed with The smell of earth, trees and ocean lingers gently under the nose. This is a smell completely different from other cities..

“Miss, it’s windy tonight, so you’d better close the windows. You’re worried about catching a cold..”

The taxi driver's voice came from the front seat, and you could hear the warm concern in his voice, which made Rooney Mara lightly form a smile on her lips and replied kindly, "It's okay. I need some fresh air now." After saying that, without further explanation, she turned her head and looked out the window again, watching the buildings begin to recede, like a small boat riding the wind and waves on the sea in the middle of the night..

Rooney felt that she must be crazy. If not completely crazy, she was not far away..

Tonight is the Oscars, an annual event. Eyes from all over the world are focused on the Kodak Theater. How many actors have squeezed their heads in order to attend this event, even if it is just to appear on the red carpet. Yeah, that's good too.

Everyone who walks on the red carpet will undergo laser scanning with thousands of eyes, and every detail of the body will undergo a severe test, especially for actresses, who try their best to maintain their best condition. Desperately covering up every minor flaw on the body, just hoping to show oneself in the most perfect posture.

As a star among the stars of "The Social Network", Rooney easily qualified to attend the awards ceremony. In fact, David Fincher personally took her to the red carpet. It can be seen that David has a great deal of affection for her. Take it seriously. Even if in fact, this is a completely male movie, the presence of women is almost zero, and they only exist more as symbols of value..

Her agent emphasized again and again how important tonight was and how rare the opportunity was, which would play a decisive role in her future acting career; her agent took the trouble to nag her. He kept talking, paying attention to manners, social interaction, and politeness. He also emphasized which producers, directors, and actors he needed to deal with tonight..

She always has a sense of nihilism and absurdity. Not just because she didn't receive any nominations, not just because her role in the movie was not important, not just because she was not even an award guest, but because she has always There is no sense of participation, as if she is just a flowerpot or statue placed at the door of the red carpet - or to describe it in more understandable terms: a vase.

The moment the flashlight came down, Rooney felt like she was a commodity waiting to be sold, and the eyes and sights hidden behind the spotlight were being judged. Every part of her body was being judged. , every detail can be measured in money.

The earrings are worth $80,000, the necklace is worth $300,000, the handbag is worth $250,000, the evening gown is worth $170,000, and the high heels are worth $55,000.……

Also, her hair, her nose, her eyes, her chest, her waist, her hands and feet……

Every part was clearly marked with a price, and those scorching gazes made her almost breathless. She kept an elegant and bright smile on her face, but deep down in her soul she was always a bystander, watching the world with coldness and indifference. of madness.

She is crazy. Rooney thinks so. Maybe, she is the muttering waiter in "Waiting for Godot", living in her own world, becoming an alien in her eyes, incompatible with society, and then oxygen Being pulled away bit by bit, and finally embracing death alone.

After the awards ceremony, the next step is Oscar night. The celebration party organized by Vanity Fair is even more lively than the Oscar ceremony itself. Rumor has it that a ticket to Oscar night has been sold for US$40,000..

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

Rooney got into a taxi and was about to go back to the hotel, change into a second evening dress, and then attend the Oscar night. At that party, she was burdened with an extremely important task. Her agent gave her a list, which included: There is a long list of names that she must meet and socialize with. Only in this way can she win 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's actresses of the right age flocked to it, and everyone was desperate to get this role, even resorting to unscrupulous means. With the cooperation of "social networks", there are also Rooney had a slight advantage in her personal relationship with David, but it was still not enough..

Tonight is the decisive moment.

However, looking out the window at the spacious and bustling streets of Los Angeles, a burst of irritation came over her. She felt that she was cheap. She knew that this was due to her pride and youthfulness, but she just couldn't control it. Before she realized it, she He blurted out, "Sir, go to the airport..”

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

The overheated brain gradually cooled down, and after the impulsive emotions dissipated, she finally calmed down. She finally understood what she had done. She bought a ticket with the nearest time at the airport counter, regardless of the destination, and then took the I got on the plane, turned off my phone, and fell asleep on the plane..

in her evening gown.

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

When she learned that she had arrived in Seattle, Rooney couldn't help but burst out laughing. Is this luck? Or a coincidence? A randomly purchased air ticket led her to the Emerald City. She had no friends living in Seattle, but she had a friend who was working in Seattle..

Renly-Hall.

Without any hesitation, she gave the taxi driver the address of the cast of "Fighting Cancer". That address had become so popular in the past few days that half of Hollywood reporters gathered there to tell Renly. They surrounded the apartment tightly, just like they surrounded Michael Jackson..

“Renly Hall." Rooney could not help but whisper the name, the unfamiliar syllables dancing between her lips and teeth..

It's a good thing to meet a friend and kill some time in a strange city. However, it's already midnight, and I don't know if Renly is still awake; let alone the crew of "Fighting Cancer" Are you still filming there?.

Renly didn't attend the awards ceremony tonight.

Inexplicably, Rooney felt a little envious and a little admired. She couldn't help but raise her head and look up at Renly like this. How much courage does it take to refuse Oscar and choose to stay on the crew and continue working? How much perseverance does it take? How much perseverance does it take to convince his agent to give up his obsession with the academy? To be able to concentrate on performing amidst the hustle and bustle.

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

“Miss, we are here.”

The taxi driver's voice came over, interrupting Rooney's thoughts. She raised her head and handed over the credit card. Her handbag was only the size of a palm, containing a lipstick, a powder, and a Credit card and a mobile phone. "Thank you.”

“Madam, are you sure you're okay? "The taxi driver asked with concern..

Rooney followed his gaze and looked down at her own attire, and laughed dumbly, "I'm fine." Yes, she was not fine before, but now, she is fine. "It couldn't be better..”

After getting out of the taxi, Rooney looked up and looked for the famous peacock blue apartment door, and then saw a fair and fat young man sitting on the doorstep, with his hands on his knees and his chin, Her eyes drifted in one direction from time to time, and Rooney looked over reflexively..

Then she saw a bald head.

“Pfft." Rooney's first reaction was to laugh out loud. Under the lazy creamy yellow light, that bare head looked too funny, but it didn't look like another light bulb. , more like... a cactus, and a pruned cactus.

Rooney pursed her lips slightly and her laughter disappeared in the humid air like curls of smoke. Then she noticed the arc of the side face connected by the lines of the bald head. The handsome and elegant facial features were missing. Some elegant bookishness adds a bit of poet's tranquility, and the eyebrows and eyes outlined like ink add a touch of tenacity in the cold moonlight..

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but tighten slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. Those round and charming eyes stared up, and he could hardly believe what he saw. He couldn't help but take half a step forward and try to I could see more clearly, but because of fear and unfamiliarity, I couldn't help but stop and just look at it from a distance..

That's Renly Hall.

Rooney knew that although it was a little strange, a little unfamiliar, and a little strange, it was indeed Renly. What happened? Just a jet lag away from the Oscars, and Renly is... bald?

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

Those actors tried their best to get on the red carpet of the Oscars; and the people on the red carpet, who were well-dressed, smiling, elegant and calm, were all bathed in the spotlight, putting on masks and pretending Become a strange image and accept the cheers of the world.

Renly, on the other hand, stayed quietly in Seattle...with a bald head, sitting quietly on a bench. The long streets were empty. The lonely street lamps stretched the shadows..

“Ha." Rooney could no longer hold back and clapped her hands happily and laughed..

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