American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

"Can you imagine? I'm sitting here, those well-known makeup artists and agents surrounding me, oh..." Selena sat in front of the dresser and sighed, her eyes narrowed, like a fantasy life obsessed with.

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

"What?" Selena turned around and looked at him suspiciously, and then saw a large number of people pouring in from the door of the dressing room, some of them holding hangers with various colored dresses hanging on them, some of them Carrying jewelry racks full of gems, they swarmed and surrounded Selena.

Bruce was sitting on the sofa on the side of the room, squinting, a cigar in his hand, but he didn't put it in his mouth, just let the smoke drift.

"Hey, wait, what are you doing?" Selena didn't react when she was lifted from the chair, but she was soon pushed into the dressing room by the stylist.

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

Exquisite Chinese clothes are streaked across the soft carpet, shimmering gems are woven into splendid galaxies, and the wood here has the scent of perfume, mixed with the burnt aroma of cigars, making people drowsy.

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

Bruce opened his eyes slowly, and he saw Selena come out of the dressing room.

It was the first time he saw Selena wearing such a gorgeous dress. It was a long one-piece fishtail dress full of fine diamonds. The light above her head made a river of brilliance flow through her body. This kind of light Making Bruce accustomed to darkness narrow his eyes, Selena stroked her earrings, looked at Bruce and said, "Does it look good?"

When Bruce's blue eyes are squinted, it always makes people feel uneasy. In the cat's intuition, this feeling is even stronger. Selena can clearly feel the aggression in Bruce's eyes, so let him see. Not at all like a playboy, but like a beast.

Bruce stood up and held her hand, while Selena put a hand on his waist and said, "...Is this a dream?"

Bruce saw that there was a hint of confusion between her eyebrows, with a little childishness, like a little girl who was puzzled by a simple question.

The life in the slums makes people lose all innocence, the days of struggling with food and poverty are engraved on the corners of her brows, and the strength and wildness that supported her in the hard days were washed away by this trace of childishness, revealing a sense of vulnerability , made Bruce's heart, which hasn't beaten for many years, beat fiercely.

When Selena looked up, her eyes were brighter than the gems 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 danced on the stage, the heroine wore the same dress as me, she was very beautiful..."

"You too."

"Then are you going to dance with me?" Selena asked him.

Bruce wrapped his arms around her waist and said, "I should ask you this question, Miss Selena, can you please dance with me?"

The shadows of the lights float and dim, like a dream that will never wake up, the dust under the light jumps up, like a band playing dance music in a microscopic world, a little bit of light falls, nothing has changed here, but the day is 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! Last time I went to the western... oh Gwen, come and see, What's in there? Like a dressing room?"

Peter pulled Gwen and pointed to a room inside. The two of them probed inside curiously. The narrator saw their expressions and came over and introduced them to them: "Oh, this is the showroom that restored the dressing room of the original set. , most of the exhibits here are moved from there.”

"Recovery? What happened to that dressing room?"

The narrator showed a pity face, shrugged, and said, "Unfortunately, it was destroyed in a fire at the turn of the century."

"God, I think I heard my dad talk about that fire." Gwen crossed his chest and said, "It seems like a firefighter died."

"Yes, there are not many items left, but this exhibition hall tries its best to restore the style of the 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 exclaimed with a "wow". Peter stroked the wooden dressing room table and said, "This should be the real thing, right? The wood grain is real. Pretty."

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

The narrator smiled and left. Peter looked up and looked around, completely immersed in the novelty of the old-fashioned experience.

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

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

"It's okay, it's pretty solid. Would you like to try it?"

When Peter looked up, his eyes were always bright, filled with joy and anticipation, and Gwen walked up to him and took Peter's outstretched hand. She seldom looked down at Peter like this from top to bottom. Face.

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

Gwen fanned his hand beside his face, as if to change the subject, and said, "I have a great idea, and I'm coming out of there... that changing room, and you have to imagine me wearing a nice dress. , can you imagine it?"

"Sure, my imagination is great." Peter moved on the chair, seemingly not knowing how to make a relaxed state, then leaned his back on the backrest, raised his head, and Gwen released him hands, turned and walked to the dressing room.

When Peter heard the "squeak", he knew that the door to the locker room was open, his eyes staring at the ceiling looked down, and then he saw that Gwen came out of the locker room and stood in front of the window against the The light, the afternoon sun gilded her with a silver veil, and Peter was really drawn.

He widened his eyes, his pupils contracted a little, as if he was stunned, Gwen took two steps forward with her hands behind her back, her hair shining in the light.

Seeing Peter's dull expression, Gwen suddenly lowered his head and laughed, then stretched out a hand. Peter involuntarily stood up and held her hand. When Gwen looked up at him, his voice was light and thin.

"You said, will it be like in the movie, someone once did this in this dressing room?"

"I think... so," Peter stammered.

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

"...what would it do?" Peter felt his mind go blank, Gwen turned his head, looked at the window, and said, "I won't be standing like you anyway."

After she finished speaking, she let go of Peter's hand and turned to walk to the other side. Peter was suddenly woken up, he grabbed Gwen, Gwen looked back at him, and a beam of bright sunlight between the two brought countless tiny dusts.

"Gwen..." Peter could only call her name blankly, feeling the temperature on her hand. Gwen saw a complicated look suddenly appear on Peter's face, but in the end, he saw that Peter Zhang He opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Gwen showed a sad expression, but she quickly calmed down. She said, "Let's go to another exhibition."

When the two walked out of the exhibition hall, it was close to dusk. Gwen and Peter walked hand in hand on the steps in front of the exhibition hall. They went down layer by layer, watching the light of dusk flowing down the steps. .

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

"How is this exhibition?"

"Fine, I mean...well, it's a little different, but it's really good, I never knew movie history was so interesting."

"I thought you wouldn't like it." Gwen put one hand behind his back and said, "You seem to like those industrial products better after all."

"Don't say anything like 'I like you as much as you like', I don't want to hear that." Gwen looked at Peter from above his eyes, Peter showed a somewhat embarrassed expression, Gwenlu said with a smile: " You are the worst person I've ever met."

Peter scratched his temples, the corners of his mouth turned down, and he said, "You must think I'm a very boring person? I really don't know how to say good things. My aunt often said that it was easy for me to find a girlfriend. It's a rare miracle in this world."

Gwen was suddenly amused by him, and she burst out laughing and said, "It's not funny what you say...but it always makes me laugh."

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

"Maybe I'm cranky, but I always have this intuition, Peter, it's the soul beneath your surface that attracts me. You're different from them, but I can't tell the difference..."

Seeing Peter's expression, Gwen asked, "Am I embarrassing you?"

She shook her head slightly, her hair fluttering with the movement.

"Don't be embarrassed, Peter."

She walked down a flight of steps before Peter, looked up at him, and said, "Just as you would like to accompany me on a trip to Hollywood and fulfill your childish fantasies, like you would like to accept a different me, I Of course you can also accept a different you."

She reached out, touched Peter's face lightly with her fingers, and said, "Don't worry, don't doubt, don't be embarrassed... Peter, don't be embarrassed for me in the past, now, or in the future."

Peter's eyes flashed across the dreams he had had one after another. His eyes contained the childishness of a teenager, but with a different kind of perseverance. He looked at Gwen's eyes, where there was tenderness. Sea of ​​Lovers, he heard Gwen say: "...I like every you, different you."

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

"Why do you say that?" Bruce looked at Selena. The two steps made the gap between their heights even bigger. Selena's effort to raise her head looked funny and cute.

"You can think of it 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?"

"Which one do you like best?" Under the twilight, Bruce's eyes suddenly ignited orange flames in the icy blue. Selena felt that her eyes were being melted by this flame until it burned her. heart.

"Of course I like the rich one." Selena waved her arm and said, "Can take me to Los Angeles to play, and 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 smug, she said, "You just got sad, right?"

"I remember you said that bats won't be sad." Selena stretched out a hand and wanted to touch Bruce's face, but the difference in height made her move like a believer who stretched out her arms to pray for the coming of the gods .

"But you can be sad, you're not just a bat, at least not for me... my Mr. Yarnball."