King of Hollywood

Chapter Twenty: The Forever Love of French Men

The breeze gently swept across the tongue trees on both sides of the Seine, the green leaves swayed slightly in the gentle sun, the pedestrians on the shore came and went in haste and walked in the idle courtyard, the small boat slip in the river opened lane waves to their destinations, the bigger boat tourists cheerfully measured the surrounding beauty from time to time pressed the shuttle, everything seemed so harmonious and beautiful.

Beautiful woman retrieved her gaze from the floor glass, some distracted the spoon in her hand, then looked at the front door of the cafe, as before nothing, her eyebrows couldn't help but snap, seemingly dissatisfied.

“I'll call them again, Sophie.” The middle-aged man sitting next to her said with such a quick glance.

“No, no, wait a little longer. Maybe they're halfway there because of something.” The woman said faintly, looking at the broker who stopped talking around her eyes, she added, “If it's time for the appointment and they haven't arrived yet, we'll leave, so they can't say anything. ”

“Okay.” The middle-aged man shrugged, joking again: "From now on, I'm going to start praying again, praying that you don't get recognized, or half the men in Paris might come. ”

A woman who can be so praised without a smile from Guan 'er is naturally Sophie with the name "French man's love forever”? Marcel's up. Though time has added more ripeness to that innocent face, those brown eyes, as if they were all melancholy, are still as bright as ever.

Why would she meet her own agent, Dominic? At this time, Bethhad appeared low profile in a notorious café because he received an invitation from the United States a few weeks ago, specifically from Hollywood. A famous director called herself, hoping that she would play the lead actress in his new film, and that the script would be delivered to Bethhad at an early date.

When I think of the director, Sophie had to smile in the corner of her mouth, which was an interesting person. A lot of Hollywood directors used to look for her to make movies, and she never cared, for many reasons... But this time, she was a little curious, because the other party won the Golden Palm Award at the Cannes Film Festival in two years for a gangster film, unlike the younger one, while also setting the age record for winning the award, which I'm afraid will be difficult for anyone to surpass if there are no accidents, in addition to Hollywood, he also has the title of miracle director.

Adrian? Kowell, that's his name. If that's all, Sophie doesn't have any ideas, but what's interesting is that the other side has a poem in the script, Paul, the contemporary French poet? Arya's Freedom.

“Although the times are inconsistent, I believe Arya's poem best fits the story.” The other party wrote this in French under the poetry note. Moreover, the entire poem was written in French, and the handwriting was elegant, and the other person should be a well-educated, serious and vibrant romantic person.

Especially after reading the script, she was more certain of that impression. When I first saw it, whether it was Wallace's pride or his valor, or his romance with his wife and the princess, attracted Sophie. But when she got interested, she looked at the historical data, and was stunned, how could Isabella, known as the French wolf, not be connected to that weak princess, and when she married England, Wallace had already been executed, how could she have had feelings with him and even become further pregnant with each other's blood?

“It's just a story, Sophie, telling a whole new story through history, and its theme is the blue one on the tri-color flag.” The other person then explains a little bit on the phone, and the sharp laughter can easily create a good feeling.

So when the other person offered an appointment to talk to her, she promised without hesitation, and when she came back from Poland, she barely answered the appointment. When I think of Poland, Sophie's eyebrows flashed through the shadows.

Another 10 minutes later, a young man took someone into the cafe, swept around and walked right over to them.

“Sorry we're late.” The young man owed himself, looking at Sophie, and his eyes lit up, "I must say, though offensive, you are beautiful, Ms. Sophie. ”

“Thank you, Mr. Adrian.” Sophie stood up smiling and shook his hand, and although she had seen the other person's picture before, she measured him carefully. The five official lines are distinct, like carved out of marble, not particularly handsome, with a faint confident smile at the corner of the mouth, there is a very special attraction. Especially those pitch-black eyes, which Sophie had never seen before, like deep lakes.

“There was an accident on the way. We had to change the car before we arrived. I'm so sorry to keep you waiting.” After sitting down, he explained why he was late and was sincere.

“It's okay, Dominic and I haven't waited long," Sophie grinned faintly, "just relaxed me. ”

Adrian picked an eyebrow and seemed to hear something, but then turned to her agent and talked to him. Sophie doesn't talk anymore, she just sips coffee and listens to them quietly. Ask which questions Dominic knows. From the perspective of the story alone, she's happy to take on the role. It's no big deal to go to Hollywood, people always try something new. But before that, she wanted a clearer understanding of the miracle director.

They talked for about 10 minutes. Adrian didn't say much, basically Dominic and his assistant Hank? Harris was talking, and he just inserted a few additional remarks from time to time. But Adrian's attention has always been on Dominic, completely ignoring Sophie sitting right in front of him.

Yes, completely ignored, Sophie could feel it, and the way he was concentrating was definitely not faking it. It made her even more curious, and she couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.

“I'm all right, Sophie.” Dominic stood up for Sophie? Marcel nodded, Hank? Harris also stood up and nodded at Adrian, and the two of them sat aside.

“So, do you have a problem with that, beautiful Mrs. Sophie?” Adrian finally looked at her again with a smile and nothing to hide her appreciation, "let me say again, you are truly beautiful. ”

“I won't say thank you again this time," Sophie whispered to him, "call me Sophie, Mr. Adrian, and you speak good French. ”

“Now if I say thank you, please call me Ed,” Adrian is also joking, "as one of the most beautiful languages in the world, the French name comes true, the same fourteen lines of poetry, recited in English and in French, are two different flavors, the language is sometimes so strange. ”

“Sounds like you know a lot about linguistics?” Sophie smiled and didn't turn to the subject of the movie the first time.

“It doesn't count, it just speaks the two most mysterious languages in the world," Adrian shrugged. “Although French is elegant and somewhat presumptuous, it is undeniable that French is much more rigorous in terms of language than English, so many international legal documents have to have a French version to contrast. And the kind of discouraging pronunciation in English is also learned from French, isn't it? ”

After a pause, he said again: "As for the other door, it is naturally Chinese. ”

“Chinese? You speak Chinese?” Sophie showed amazement.

“Yes, I am somewhat involved in hunting for one of the most difficult languages in the world, probably because my grandmother is half Chinese.” Adrian crossed his hands onto the table, and this action made him look elegant, "Chinese is hieroglyphic, meaning by combining images with pronunciation - well, it's just my opinion, I'm not an expert, if you're wrong, please don't make fun of me. ”

Looking at his serious appearance, Sophie couldn't help but chuckle. It was like a hundred flowers blooming. She couldn't help but pay more attention to Adrian without realizing that the rhythm of the conversation had been mastered by the other party.

“It's hard to learn Chinese, but when you learn it, you can feel unusual. For example, if you explain the world in Chinese, you can have about hundreds of thousands of words, but you can replace them with alphabetical languages, and millions of them are not necessarily enough. To give a simple example, their poems are short, and they have a fixed sequence, and many things have to be embedded in a few short phrases. Sounds sick, but if you understand Chinese, you'll find the beauty of ancient Chinese poetry.” Adrian is not in a rush to speak and seriously looks very infectious.

“I want to learn Chinese from you.” Sophie's tone brought a little emotion, and she seemed to notice something pulling the subject back to the movie: "Well, let's get down to business, Ed, and the first question is what, I think you should know, right? ”

“Oh, of course,” Adrian laughed, "I remember saying on the phone," it's just a new story to tell in history. Some things never fade, like freedom and equality. As for what history looks like, it doesn't matter, and pessimists often say that history is a little girl dressed as a human being, and although I disagree, there's no need to ask what it really looks like. Just think of it as wild history. Anyway, there's a lot of wild history around the world, and there's only one thing I'm going to do to make the audience happy with this story. ”

“Just like that?” Sophie asked quietly, seemingly thinking about something.

“I know what you mean, but, Sophie, whatever you want to say in a movie, a good story is always the most important thing.” Adrian closed his smile and said seriously, "If you can't attract the audience to the cinema, if you can't show the audience what the movie is talking about, it doesn't matter anymore. ”

“Okay, next question.” Sophie shrugged her shoulders and did not continue to haunt this.

“Why invite you, right?” Adrian asked first and his dark eyes didn't blink and looked at her.

Sophie was slightly stunned, but did not deny: "Yes, the second question is indeed this. ”

She adjusted her posture and looked at Adrian, “There are a lot of great French actresses, like Isabella, who almost got the best actress in Cannes last month with Queen Margot? Aghani? ”

“Adrian is not fit for this role,” Adrian said quickly, "her characteristics dictate that she is better suited to more neurotic roles, such as paranoia, rather than being weak, degenerate and strong, like the princess in this story. I've watched all of your films, whether they're innocent and innocent in First Kiss, bold and bold in Wild Love, or cheerful and soft in Fang Fang last year, so I think you're the only one in the role! ”

He sat upright and looked at her with an arrogant look: “I never missed my vision, Sophie, and I'm totally confident that you can grasp the character and we'll work together on a great movie! ”

“You're so confident, Ed.” Sophie blinked her eyes, lowered her head and sipped the coffee, which was no longer warm, and gave the answer: "Well, since the miracle director said so, I have no reason to refuse. ”

“Yes!” Adrian pinched his fist and pressed it, smiling in English. The move surprised Sophie, but she smiled softly when she reacted.

“I'm sorry, I'm just a little excited.” Seeing her like this, Adrian hastily explained.

“It's okay, I'm just having an accident.” Sophie shook her head with a smile, "I had no idea you had that side. ”

“Everyone has an unknown side.” Adrian shrugged her shoulders, and then joked, “Luckily you're nothing, I don't know how to make it up to you if I scared you. ”

“Speaking of compensation,” Sophie made a joke, “how are you going to make it up to me, Ed? Making a lady wait is not a gentleman's behavior, for whatever reason. ”

“Well...” Adrian grabbed her head, which was more childish in Sophie's eyes, and the curvature at the corner of her mouth was bigger, but the other person's answer turned her expression into surprise.

“So, beautiful Sophie? Mrs. Marcel, may I have dinner with you today or tomorrow?” Adrian said, and stood up very officially in arrears.

“Dinner together?” Sophie looks at him smiling, "don't you think it's a little abrupt, Ed? ”

“Perhaps a little, but if you don't, I'll tell myself later: You're such a fool, you don't even have the courage to invite that beautiful woman to dinner while she's sitting in front of you! So it doesn't matter if you refuse.” Adrian said very seriously, "So would you refuse, Sophie? ”

“Hmm...” Sophie wanted to be euphemistic, but she turned into, “Well, let's do it tonight. ”

“It's the most wonderful answer in the world.” Adrian exclaimed with admiration that he was waving his hands exaggerated, "It's like a dream, I'm not really dreaming, am I? ”

Sophie couldn't help but laugh.

“Well, don't be late for the night, Ed.” After the appointment, Sophie said so loudly before boarding the cafe, and the smile on her face remained undiminished.

“Absolutely not.” Adrian answered very positively.

It took Sophie more than twenty minutes to return to her luxury apartment in the Wojhah district, which was not known to the public. When she got out of the car, Dominic seemed to want to say something, but eventually didn't say anything.

Sophie knows what the agent is trying to say. In fact, even she herself is wondering. Why did the ghost make the devil say no? Want to see some childish exaggeration? Or because he's honest and direct?

“I'm crazy, just kidding, I'm still with him * *.” Back home, she sighed on the couch, muttering to herself, the previous scene appeared again in her mind, and after the scene flashed, the smile appeared again in Sophie's corner of her mouth. He's really an interesting guy, talking about learning, being serious, proud, mature, and only in the last few minutes will one realize that he's still a young man.

Thinking about it, her eyebrows slightly crept up, and things that had been forgotten before that upset her came up. You should be 28 by the end of the year. How many women are 28? Looking at it, it was almost a decade, and in the course of that decade... Sophie shook her head and stopped thinking, and there was no less argument in Poland, so she would go back to Paris, let alone think about it.

Nonetheless, these sudden discomforts affected her good mood. Sophie poured herself a glass of wine and sat alone on the sofa slowly to taste it. Her eyes looked ahead without focal length. Her delicate face seemed to have lost its anger. Her melancholy eyes made her look even more melancholy. After a moment, she laid down her glass and took a nap on the sofa. Curling her hands in front of her chest, closing her eyes as if she were a fetus submerged in amniotic fluid, but relative to this empty room, she could only appear more tender and pitiful.

When Sophie woke up and the sun was about to go down, she began to simply brush and change her clothes, presumably because the distractions had been thrown aside for the time being, so she was enjoying herself quite well and humming when she wiped her face. After several attempts at dressing mirrors, she chose a beige high-v-neck dress with a black belt and white stilettos, and then placed her hair on a plate that looked both beautiful and elegant.