If Affectionate Unequal [Hollywood]

Angelia was silent for a while.

She said: "Lily is young and she will recover quickly. It's just a relationship to her."

My eyes hurt, I bit my lip, my mind was blank, and I didn't know what to say.

We all fell silent.

It was only a moment before she stood up.

Is she ready to go?

I thought the next second I saw her back, and I did.She didn't take two steps, then turned around again.

My heart pounded violently.

She stretched out her hand, touched the top of my head, hovered for a second, finally landed on my hair, and rubbed it gently.

Chapter 43 Chapter 43

I don't want to need you.

Why

Because I can't have you.

I don't want to need you.

why?

Because I can't have you.

—— "The Bridge of Madison County"

"Total Eclipse of Heart" is the most difficult movie I have ever made. I put too much effort into it, and when the last shot of the movie ended, I was in a trance and had complicated emotions.

Fortunately, Tom said that the ending is not sad, but a very warm ending that makes people feel that love is so beautiful.

But as actors, we have to wait until we see the finished film to know how the final ending will be handled.

The movie is over, and it's time to say goodbye.

The crew went to the bar to drink together, celebrate the finale, eat and drink, laughing and joking, Tom put his arms around me and said that Angie and I would be Tom Ford's highest authority VIP in the future, I thanked him with a smile, and he blew me a kiss on the cheek.

I also drank some, not much, slightly tipsy.Angelia drank very little. After all, her body had undergone two major operations.As a fan of hers, I know that she has a good drinking capacity, and she also said that she would choose a healthy lifestyle for her children.

After wrapping up, she was wearing her own private clothes, a plain black long dress, her hair was loose, and her makeup was very light. She looked relaxed and comfortable.

Tom has reserved this bar, and all the crew members are in it. Everyone is not restrained, holding wine glasses, a few people stand or sit together, and the atmosphere is very good.

Angelia has never lost anyone around her, and people have come up to chat with her one after another. Her fame is there. She usually hardly attends private parties except for work. She is famous and mysterious in Hollywood Vanity Fair, but she has never been interrupted. people.

Only those who have worked with her can truly know her charm.

like me.

Tom came to see me, he was still drinking whiskey, stared at me with piercing eyes, glanced at the person I saw just now, and smiled, "Ai Er, I suggest you don't see her for a while."

Startled, I looked sideways at him.

He took a sip of his wine with a penetrating smile, leaned over and kissed my cheek before walking away.

But apart from tonight, there is no other chance to see you...

If the movie is good, maybe we can see a few more times during the promo period...

I stared blankly at the wine glass for a few seconds, then went to look at her again.

She was sitting on a high stool over the bar, with her long legs hanging down, and she was talking to someone else, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, her slender fingers pressing on the wine glass, not intending to drink.

The shadow of the lamp floated, reflecting her facial features, which was very beautiful.

I probably stared at her for too long and was spotted, and she looked over at me.Her face was still slightly turned to the person who was talking to her, but a pair of green eyes were staring at me.

I only hesitated for a second, and walked over with the wine glass.

They are all colleagues who have been together for a few months, and we chatted a few words.

I don't know if it was my illusion, but they only stayed for a few minutes, and left me and Angelia on purpose, and no one came over.

Angelia raised her thin white neck slightly, and she drank the liquid in the cup in one gulp.

I also had a full glass.

Wine relaxes.

My heart seems to have lowered all of a sudden.

"Are you leaving later?" I asked softly.

"Well, wait a minute." The corners of her lips moved.

Maybe take a private jet, I think.

Alcoholic and courageous, I looked at her, "Can I...can I ask you a question?" I spoke in deliberation.

She looked at me with a smile on her lips, as if acquiescing, "Huh?"

"If the movie is still in there after it's finished and can't get out... what should I do?"

She paused with her fingers on the wall of the cup, lowered her eyes, seemed to be in thought for a few seconds, and when she raised them again, her eyes were already calm, "Actors will put their personal feelings into the play. It's very common. So there will be situations where you can't withdraw from the plot in time after filming. It's okay...it will recover after a long time..."

My lips moved slightly, and I swallowed a sentence in my mouth, and finally asked, "Is this your experience?"

She stared down at the liquid in the cup, her eyelashes were as dense as a crow's feathers, because the makeup was very light, there were fine lines at the corners of her eyes, every trace was a story.

She took another sip from the cup, "...Maybe."

As a fan of hers, how could I not know that several of her relationships are all with whom she has cooperated in the play.

But I also know that was her before, will she still be like this now...

I felt a little depressed, and poured a few more sips of wine into my mouth, put down the glass, and saw that her glass was also empty from the corner of my eyes.

eh eh eh...

Why suddenly?

Did you drink too much?

Just as the waiter at the bar was about to fill her up, I hurriedly reached out to stop her, "She doesn't want it anymore!!!"

Worried that the waiter would be difficult to do, I pushed my wine glass over, "Just give me more!"

The waiter was taken aback, and glanced at Angelia. Seeing that she didn't say anything, he refilled my drink and turned to the person on the other side.

Only then did I realize a problem—why should I decide for Angelia?

I was extremely embarrassed, and Angelia didn't stop me or object, so I couldn't help but look sideways at her.

Making eye contact, she was staring at me thoughtfully.

I was stunned by her look, and subconsciously shrank my neck, "...don't drink too much..."

The more I spoke, the lower my voice was, and then I avoided her eyes in a concealed manner.

Angelia chuckled a few times.

She turned her head away.

She finally looked like her, she raised her eyebrows at me, with a smile on her eyes.She took a breath, and then said, "Like what my kids would say to me."

I felt awkward in my heart, and muttered: "I'm not your child...they are so small!"

"Not too young..." Angelia closed her eyelids, "Maddox (her eldest son) is 19 years old."

"I'm already 22!" I pouted and said emphatically.

Angelia curled her lips into a smile, and now all her eyes fell on my face, "Yes... it's the first time I saw you, and you..."

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, "14 years old?"

Joy hit my heart, I couldn't help smiling, and nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"

She watched the curve of my lips widen.

I know what she means - we did three movies together!

We are so destined!

At least no one in Hollywood has worked with her as many times as I have!

"You've grown up a lot, and you're excellent."

Eh?

Does that mean she has been following me?

I was so happy, I just opened my mouth and then closed it again, "You have won an Oscar at my age..."

There are too many better wives than me.

And life is more exciting.

The story is richer.

So she has seen everything, she knows everything I can imagine and what I can't imagine.

To her, I was simply too bland and uninteresting.

"Oh... this..." She seemed to need to think for a while before she understood what I said, as if the Oscars were a thing of the last century for her.

She smiled noncommittally, and did not continue on this topic.

After a while, she said softly, "I'm going." She got up and went to say goodbye to Tom and the rest of the staff.I watched her figure walk out of the bar.

I just hesitated for a few seconds, then trotted to chase after him.

She didn't go far, and when she heard the footsteps, she turned around and looked at me with questioning eyes.

I clenched my fingers, "You just said...it will return to its original state after a long time, is this...really?" I said without blinking

Staring at her, trying to find something unusual from her expression.

Her eyes flickered, as if there was something unclear about it, and then she smiled faintly, and wanted to say something, but she stopped when she met my eyes.

I reluctantly moved the corner of my mouth, "..."

Can my feelings for you remain the same without boundaries?