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"Where are you going?"

"Capitol Hill."

"What are you doing there?"

"Meet my fiancee."

"Oh, what's her name."

"Josie." Ernest hesitated, "Josie Horton."

"Pfft. I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to laugh at you, but do you know how many people in this airport alone have imagined that she is their fiancée or even wife?"

The black customs officer looked up and down at the ordinary-looking blond man in front of him. He didn't see any expensive net worth from his decent long coat, nor did he compare his pretty good face with any famous person he knew. Match the numbers.

One of those tall, lanky guys who get several wet when it rains in London.

An ordinary middle-class background, with a little literary atmosphere, maybe after watching "Notting Hill" too much, he thinks that anyone can be Hugh Grant's guy.

"...But she really is." In life, Ernest once again confirmed that he was not good at arguing with others.

"You? Hehe, just you?" The customs sneered, and after a few seconds, seeing Ernest still looking serious, he couldn't help asking: "——Can you prove it?"

On Ernest's usually indifferent face, there was a rare expression of helplessness mixed with a touch of sweetness, and he took out his wallet from the inside pocket of his jacket and handed it over.

"This is our group photo." There was a touch of tenderness in his voice.

Customs obviously didn't believe it.

Originally, he thought he would see a fake PS composite photo, but in the next second, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, looked down at the photo, and then looked up at the blond man in front of him.

"Oh! God!" the customs yelled, "Dude! You really married Josie Horton? Oh, damn it, no, I mean, you married Josie Horton!"

Ernest bent his habitually tight thin lips, trying to explain: "No, we just got engaged..."

"You are a role model for all British men. Your queen should award you a medal!" The customs officer interrupted him, "You know what? I watched the "What If" with my ex-girlfriend You're the perfect Blue, she's just amazing!"

"Actually, that was filmed by me, and the correct title is "You Are the Most Perfect Blue in the World"..."

"Oh, what the hell! A lot of her films are classics, lucky you—here, your passport! Have a nice trip!"

An incident added to Ernest's itinerary some pleasant parts, and when he arrived in his car at the hotel where his fiancée was staying, the pleasure rose to its highest point.

In the hotel suite on the top floor, several staff members were busy in an orderly manner, reviewing manuscripts, talking, or walking around with dresses covered with dust covers.

Some of them were familiar to Ernest, such as Ms. Eve Price and Ms. Michelle Baker, but most of them were unfamiliar faces, such as the director and cameraman of what was being filmed.

Fortunately, he was quickly shown to the room where his fiancée was.

But Ernest didn't make a sound immediately, but leaned against the wall silently, watching the blonde beauty surrounded by people.

Years later, the girl who was immature and young when I met him for the first time only remained in the student work he took. She was no longer the newcomer who would make mistakes even when she moved, but she was like a girl for decades. A movie star who produces great movies.

In particular, she was once again awarded the Oscar queen title, which is enough to reflect her unparalleled reputation in the industry, and she is an out-and-out "California Law" and "Hollywood Queen".

At this time, Josie, who was sitting in front of the dressing table to touch up her makeup, finally noticed the gaze behind her. She got up and gave Ernest a hug, and said with a smile, "Hi."

"Hi." Ernest laughed too.

This precious smile dispelled the usual indifference on his face, and made him look less out of place.

"Is the journey going well?" Josie asked, walking back and sitting down.

"It's business as usual." Ernest didn't tell Josie the little episode about customs, but just leaned there, looking into her eyes in the mirror, "Keep working, that's all I want to see you in."

Josie nodded and didn't say much.

In fact, she is very busy today, and she is about to give a public speech in the open space in front of Capitol Hill.

Not only will it be televised live, but certain radical opposition elements must also be guarded against.

Fortunately, everything went fairly smoothly.

After the two got into the car, Josie suddenly thought of asking, "What were you thinking about in the hotel room today?"

When she was concentrating on her work, she obviously couldn't take care of her fiancé, only occasionally caught a glimpse of what he was writing, and seemed to be in deep thought.

Ernest lowered his eyes and replied, "I'm thinking about a new script."

Forgive him for occasionally hiding it from her.

He couldn't tell her that he accidentally lost his mind and was thinking about her the whole time?

That's a little too much.

"Script?" Josie became interested. "Is it the biopic about Ms. Bergman that we talked about last time?"

"Yes."

"If you don't mind, let's talk about it."

Ernest began to tell Josie some of his ideas for the new script, most of which were fragmented fragments, occasionally mixed with some references to materials.

Josie nodded from time to time, or added her own supplements and understandings, which inspired Ernest a lot.

He smiled knowingly, couldn't help touching her cheek, and commented: "You are amazing, a genius."

Thank goodness, Ernest Dawson.

If it weren't for a series of coincidences brought about by fate, I'm afraid you would never be able to express your heart, let alone embrace your muse in your arms as you do now.

Time back to four years ago.

During the preparation of the "Perfect Blue" project, Qiao Xi was dizzy and vomited violently due to a headache, and was sent to the hospital for a comprehensive consultation on the spot at the production meeting. After excluding other reasons, it was considered that the foramen ovale A condition caused by an unclosed congenital heart defect requiring immediate surgery.

"Perfect Blue" was temporarily shelved.

But Ernest did not return to London, but stayed in New York - to be precise, the small town of Princeton where the hospital is located.

During this period, he visited Josie in the hospital every day, accompanied and observed her, and rewrote the script of "Perfect Blue".

She also joked that it was an art disease that only an artist would suffer from, the kind that has no cure.

But the fact is, seeing her lying flat on the hospital bed, helpless and soft, vulnerable and honest, this brand new "Josie Holden" brought Ernest unprecedented inspiration, which touched his heart and emotions. were deeply touched.

two months later.

The original story of a strong woman returning home for healing in the script was rewritten as a story of how a sick and bereaved woman falls in love with a man with severe cleanliness and a poisonous tongue.

A true love story.

It was also Ernest's first love story.

At the same time, it is also a well-known love letter.

However, on the night when the production team wrapped up, when Ernest confessed his love to Josie through half-truths and half-truths, she also rejected him with the same strength of alcohol.

"Love me?" The gorgeous blonde shook her head, "Ernie, you'll be saying this to a lot of women in the future, but I'm glad I'm the first."

"No, I'm sure you're the only one," said Ernest.

But Josie didn't believe it, she just smiled at him and said, "Even if there is only one, love will fade. Instead of this, I would rather have a longer friendship."

Ernest didn't give up.

Perhaps men with obsessive-compulsive disorder are a bit paranoid in their bones, and he began to try to pursue her in a slightly clumsy way that did not disturb Josie's normal life.

A rose every morning, airlifted from his country garden and planted by himself;

A handwritten letter attached to the rose, sometimes an excerpt from a short poem, sometimes something he suddenly wanted to say to her;

Of course, he would also fly to New York or Los Angeles, but after seeing her, he was busy with his work again, and he didn't regard her as the center of the world.

The relationship between them seems to have changed a little, and it seems that it has not changed at all.

After about half a year like this, Josie finally invited Ernest to visit her cliff villa and stayed for coffee.

Three years later, they got engaged.

Very low-key, only Josie and Ernest put on an antique ring handed down from the family, and they got engaged.

It wasn't until the gossip paparazzi took photos of Josie wearing the ring that the public relations spokesperson confirmed the news of the engagement, and hoped that everyone would give the unmarried couple enough privacy and space, so that many people didn't even know the famous Hollywood superstar Joe Sissy Horton is already in a fairly official relationship.

"Why did you fall in love with me?" Josie asked while lying on her side on the bed the night she returned from Capitol Hill.

"I remember that we have already discussed this issue." Ernest looked back in the same posture, "and twice."

"But I want to hear it." Josie blinked.

"Okay——" Ernest slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and said slowly, "I don't know, Josie, but my camera tells me: I love you."

His always indifferent voice was imbued with infinite tenderness, as if using words to describe a meaningful landscape, full of beautiful and poetic images.

It also gave Josie a moment of peace in her heart.

After Ernest finished speaking, he lowered his ice blue eyes and asked, "What about you, why did you accept me?"

Josie paused, and replied, "Maybe it's because I like your country garden full of flowers that is rarely seen, and I also like you who can cut spices for me in the garden and turn around and go into the kitchen."