In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 244: Hollywood black and white movie (middle)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

"Can you imagine? I'm sitting here, surrounded by those well-known makeup artists and agents, oh..." Sitting in front of the dressing table, Selena let out an exclamation, she narrowed her eyes, like Fascinated by a life of fantasy.

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

"What?" Selena turned around, looked at him suspiciously, and then saw a large group of people pouring in from the door of the dressing room, some of them were holding hangers with various dresses hanging on them, Some people carried jewelry racks full of precious stones, and they flocked to surround Selina.

Bruce sat on the sofa at the 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?" Selena hadn't reacted when she was lifted from the chair, but soon, she was pushed into the changing room by the stylist.

Bruce leaned on the sofa and looked up at the dressing room. This is a witness to the rise of Hollywood. There were countless international movie stars and celebrities sitting here, and their radiant faces were reflected in the mirror.

Exquisite costumes are drawn across the soft carpet, and glittering gemstones are woven into a gorgeous star river. The smell of perfume remains in the wood here, mixed with the burnt aroma of cigars, which makes people drowsy.

In that most prosperous and gorgeous era, anyone would unknowingly immerse themselves in it, chasing those extravagant, complicated and beautiful dreams.

Bruce slowly opened his eyes wide, and he saw Selena coming out of the changing room.

It was the first time he saw Selena wearing such a gorgeous dress. It was a one-piece fishtail dress covered with fine diamonds. The light above her head made a river of radiance surge on her body. This kind of light made Bruce, who is used to the dark, squint his eyes. Selena stroked her earrings, looked at Bruce and said, "Does it look good?"

When Bruce's blue eyes narrowed, it always made people feel uneasy. In the cat's intuition, this feeling was even stronger. Selina clearly felt the aggressiveness in Bruce's eyes. Make him look not like a **** at all, but like a beast.

Bruce stood up and took her hand, and Selena put one hand on his waist and said, "...is this a dream?"

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

The life in the slums makes people lose all their innocence. The days of struggling with food and hardship are engraved on the corners of her eyebrows, and the strength and wildness that supported her in the difficult days are washed away by this trace of childishness. The feeling of vulnerability made Bruce's heart, which hadn't beat for many years, beat hard.

When Selena looked up, her eyes were brighter than the jewels on her body, and she said, "Have you seen that movie?"

"Which one?"

"...I forgot." Selena turned her head and said, "But there is always one, I remember, the hero and heroine are dancing on the stage, the heroine is wearing the same skirt as me, she is very beautiful ..."

"You too."

"Will you dance with me then?" Selena asked him.

Bruce hugged her waist and said, "I should ask you this question, Miss Selina, can you dance with me?"

The floating dim shadow of the light is like a dream that will never wake up. The dust under the light jumps up, like a band playing dance music in the microcosm. When the light falls, nothing changes here. But it was dawn.

"Look at this! This is so cool!" Peter said excitedly, picking up a lasso, "I guess this must be a prop for a western! The last time I went to the western... 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 probed inside curiously. The narrator saw their expressions and walked over to them and introduced them: "Oh, here is the makeup of the restoration of the original set. Most of the exhibits are moved from there.”

"Recovery? What happened to the 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 father talk about the fire." Gwen crossed himself and said, "It seems that another firefighter died."

"Yes, there are not many items left, but this exhibition hall tried its best to restore the style at that time, you can go in and have a look."

Peter and Gwen walked into the dressing room hand in hand. As soon as they walked in, Gwen let out a "wow" exclamation. Peter stroked the wooden dressing room table and said, "This should be the real thing, right? The pattern is really beautiful."

"That's right." The narrator stood at the door and said: "The sofa next to it was also rescued from the original site. You can visit it, and I won't bother you."

The narrator smiled and then left. Peter looked up and looked around, completely immersed in the novel experience brought by the sense of the old age.

This is a completely different feeling from the science and technology exhibition, full of the cultural customs of that prosperous era.

Peter walked to the sofa, looked around, and then sat on it. Gwen exclaimed and said, "Why did you sit on it? This is a cultural relic, what if it breaks?"

"It's okay, it's quite strong, would you like to try it?"

When Peter looked up, his eyes were always bright, filled with joy and anticipation almost overflowing, Gwen walked up to him and took Peter's outstretched hand, she rarely did this from top to bottom Looking down at Peter's face.

Peter smiled and said, "Do you know how red your face is?"

Gwen fanned her face with her hands, as if to change the subject, and said, "I have a good idea. I walked out of there...that is, the changing room. You have to imagine me in my clothes." A beautiful dress, can you imagine it?"

"Of course, my imagination is great." Peter moved around on the chair, as if he didn't know how to make a relaxed state, then he leaned his back on the backrest, raised his head, and Gwen Letting go of his hand, he turned and walked towards the changing room.

When Peter heard a "squeak", he knew that the door of the changing room was opened, and he looked down with his eyes fixed on the ceiling, and then he saw Gwen coming out of the changing room and standing by the window. The front was against the light, and the afternoon sun coated her with a layer of silver tulle. Peter was really attracted.

His eyes widened, his pupils constricted a little, as if staring blankly, Gwen took two steps forward with her hands behind her back, her hair became gleaming in the light.

Seeing Peter's dull expression, Gwen suddenly lowered her head and laughed, then stretched out a hand, Peter stood up involuntarily, holding her hand, when Gwen looked up at him, her voice was soft and soft Thin.

"Tell me, would someone do this in this dressing room like in the movie?"

"I suppose... yes," Peter stammered.

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

"...What will you do?" Peter felt his mind went blank, Gwen turned his head, looked towards the window, and said, "Anyway, I won't stand around like you."

After speaking, she let go of Peter's hand and turned to walk to the other side. Peter was awakened suddenly. Dust.

"Gwen..." Peter could only call her name in a daze, feeling the warmth from her hand, Gwen saw a complicated expression suddenly appeared on Peter's face, but in the end, he saw Seeing that, Peter opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything.

Gwen showed a sad expression, but she quickly suppressed it, and she said, "Let's go to another exhibition."

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 one floor after another, watching the evening light along the steps flow down.

"What do you think?" Gwen asked suddenly, Peter turned to look at her, and asked with some doubts, "How about what?"

"How about this exhibit?"

"It's good, I mean... well, it's a little different, but it's good, I never knew movie 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 like those industrial products more."

"Don't say something stupid like 'I like you', I don't want to hear that." Gwen looked at Peter from above his eyes, Peter showed a somewhat embarrassed expression, and Gwenlu smiled Said: "You are the worst person I have ever met."

Peter scratched his temples, the corners of his mouth turned down, and said, "You must think I'm a very boring person, right? I'm really not very good at speaking. My aunt often said that I can find A girlfriend is simply a rare miracle in this world."

Gwen was suddenly amused by him, she burst out laughing and said, "It's true that what you say is not funny enough...but you can always make me laugh."

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

"Maybe I am thinking wildly, 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 the difference... ..."

Seeing Peter's expression, Gwen asked, "Did I embarrass you?"

She shook her head lightly, her hair dancing with the movement.

"Don't be embarrassed, Peter."

She walked down a flight of steps earlier than Peter, then looked up at him, and said, "Just like you are willing to accompany me on a trip to Hollywood and realize my childhood fantasies, just like you are willing to accept a different version of me." Same, of course I can accept a different you."

She stretched out her hand, touched Peter's face lightly with her fingers, and said, "Don't worry, don't doubt, don't feel embarrassed...Peter, no matter in the past, now or in the future, don't feel embarrassed for me."

Dream after dream flashed before Peter's eyes. Gwen's eyes, where there is a sea of ​​tender lovers, he heard Gwen say: "...I like every one of you, every one of you."

"You are different from everyone I've ever seen..." Selena walked down a step, then stopped, looked at Bruce who was going up a step, and said, "It's as if there are two people living in your body. A completely different soul."

"Why do you say that?" Bruce looked at Selena. The two steps made their height gap bigger, and Selena's effort to raise her head looked a little funny, but also a little cute.

"You can be regarded as a cat's intuition, I don't even know if the you I see now is the real you, or there are many you in the first place?"

"Which one do you like best?" Bruce's eyes suddenly ignited orange flames in the icy blue under the light of dusk, and Selena felt that her eyes were being melted by this flame until Burned into her heart.

"Of course I like the rich one." Selena waved her arms and said, "You can bring me to Los Angeles to play, and you can also give me such a beautiful dress to dance with me..."

Selena was sure that she saw disappointment in Bruce's eyes, she suddenly smiled slyly, and when she looked at Bruce again, with a little pride, she said: "You were sad just now, didn't you?"

"I remember you said that bats don't get sad." Selena stretched out a hand, wanting to touch Bruce's face, but the difference in height made her act like she was stretching out her arms to pray to the gods Advent believers.

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