Hollywood Director 1992

By the time I returned to the Golden Oak apartment, the sky had already darkened, and the moon was bright with few stars.

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Link ran more than ten laps on the park's running track, working up a sweat before returning home.

Monica was filming a new movie outside, and Link had been home alone for the past few days. Sometimes he would spend the night at Jennifer Connelly's place, sometimes Renée Zellweger would come over to give him a massage, and occasionally he would get a good meal at Liu Xiao Li's or Michelle Pfeiffer's place. His body rarely had a moment of rest.

But today, he planned to sleep alone.

After showering and changing into soft pajamas, he made a plate of seafood fried noodles and ate dinner at the table while reading a book.

He had been too busy with work for the past few weeks and hadn't had much time to read. Now that he was free, he would take the time to read some film directing guidebooks to recharge his knowledge.

Although he had been making movies for decades, was experienced, and had the help of a golden finger, without continuing to learn, it would be difficult for him to make further progress in his career as a director.

Knock knock knock! Knock knock!

While he was reading, a knock sounded on the door.

Link took a sip of red wine, got up, and went to the door to check. He looked through the peephole but didn't see anyone there.

People who knock on doors at night are mostly up to no good.

For safety, he picked up a baseball bat and opened the door to take a look. There was no one in the hallway, only the lingering scent of many familiar fragrances, lavender mixed with a faint fruity aroma.

He glanced down the hallway to the left, closed the door, and continued eating and reading.

After finishing his meal, he took a dessert from the refrigerator and went to Jodie Foster's apartment door, knocking on it.

Soon, Jodie Foster opened the door, wearing a T-shirt, casual pants, and slippers, her hair draped over her shoulders, and looked at him with a glint in her eyes. "What do you want?"

"Dessert from the Stone Table restaurant, would you like to try some?"

"Eating dessert at night makes you gain weight easily."

Jodie Foster stepped aside, opening the doorway.

"I'm not an actor, it doesn't matter if I'm a little fat."

Link smiled and walked into the apartment.

Jodie Foster watched his slender and straight back. This guy exercises regularly, so he doesn't have to worry about gaining weight, but she's an actress and needs to worry. This guy came to deliver dessert at night, as expected, he has ulterior motives.

"Your living room... is quite messy."

Link looked around Jodie Foster's apartment. The layout was similar to his, with three bedrooms connected to three large and small living rooms, and the kitchen, study, and storage room in various corners. The walls were white, the floors were marble, a large wool carpet in the middle of the living room, and the crystal chandelier on the ceiling shone brightly.

There were several magazines on the sofa, and a black vinyl record player on the counter was playing Edith Piaf's 'La Vie en Rose,' mumbling and indistinct.

The interior decoration and furnishings were very elegant, and the furniture was all luxury brands.

However, some clothes and food packaging bags were randomly thrown on the sofa and carpet, the wine glasses and tableware on the counter were messy, and the lilies in the vase had withered long ago and had not been replaced. The air was filled with the smell of snacks.

Link originally thought that two women living together would keep the house clean and tidy, but it turned out that she couldn't even tidy up the room as well as he, a single man.

Jodie Foster glanced at him awkwardly, casually rolled up the clothes and skirts on the sofa and threw them aside. "Do you want to sit down? If not, you can leave."

Link sat down on the sofa, put down the plate, and picked up a magazine on the table to read, but Jodie Foster grabbed it and threw it into the basket behind the sofa.

"Is Sidney not home?"

"Why are you asking about her?"

"Just asking, I'm home alone too."

"I didn't ask you."

Jodie Foster hastily tidied up, took a bottle of red wine from the counter, and picked up two wine glasses.

"Have the wine glasses been washed?"

Jodie Foster looked at him, took the wine glasses to the kitchen to wash, and came out with two wet wine glasses after a while, with impatience on her face.

Link smiled, took out two paper towels and wiped them carefully, opened the red wine and poured two glasses. It was 8 au Latour red wine, also a type of Bordeaux red wine, with a rich aroma.

"Cheers!"

"Hmph!"

Jodie Foster took the wine glass and took a sip.

"What are you doing at home?" Link asked.

"Reading a book, I've been reading here, from five o'clock in the afternoon until you came to knock on the door, I haven't moved."

Jodie Foster pointed to the sofa.

Explaining is covering up, Link asked with a smile,

"What book are you reading?"

"'Satantango,' a Hungarian novel."

"That novel is too realistic, the story is quite depressing, it's not suitable to read alone at home."

"Have you read it too?"

Jodie Foster asked in surprise.

Link shrugged, took out a videotape, "I recently found a good film, would you like to enjoy it together?"

Jodie Foster looked at the videotape, then looked at him, and sneered, "What do you want? You should know that I'm not interested in men, your tricks to pick up girls are useless on me."

Link put the videotape on the table, whether to watch it or not was up to Jodie Foster to decide.

Jodie Foster looked at him, snorted softly, picked up the videotape and inserted it into the player.

The movie started playing, with Japanese subtitles and Japanese songs appearing.

"Japanese erotic movie?"

Jodie Foster said, pursing her lips, "I've seen no less than you."

"Then you're pretty amazing."

One mistake, one song, one release, one content, one in, one look, one look!

Link smiled, eating dessert and sipping red wine.

Jodie Foster glared at him, picked up a piece of dessert and tasted it, feeling that it tasted very good, and then ate a few more pieces.

The movie started playing.

A Japanese man walked off the train with a briefcase, and met a small, clumsy Akita dog at the snowy station.

The male protagonist saw that the puppy was homeless and worried that the puppy would suffer in the animal shelter, so he took it home and named it 'Hachiko'. Hachiko gradually grew up under the care of the male protagonist, and waited at the train station every day for the male protagonist to get off work and go home.

Two years later, the male protagonist died of a heart attack, and the puppy still went to the train station every day to wait for its owner to return, waiting for nine years, until Hachiko passed away.

This movie is adapted from the story of Japanese professor Hidesaburo Ueno, and was released in 1987. Later, it was remade by many countries, and the box office results were good.

Because the puppy in the movie was very cute and the story was very touching, Jodie Foster wiped away tears while watching, crying profusely.

Link handed her a tissue, "How is this Japanese erotic movie?"

Jodie Foster glared at him with red eyes, "Why are you so annoying?"

"I'm planning to buy the copyright for a remake, would you like to cooperate once?" Link said with a smile.

"I play the professor's wife? Is it suitable?"

"Not suitable, you're too young, you can try directing."

Jodie Foster is also a director, having directed two movies and one TV series. The movies "Money Monster" and "Black Mirror: Arkangel," as well as the TV series "House of Cards" and "Orange Is the New Black" that she will direct in the future are all of good quality.

"I direct?"

Jodie Foster wiped the corner of her eyes and thought seriously, "I need to think about it."

"No hurry, there's time."

Link looked at his watch, it was past ten o'clock, he got up to say goodbye.

"Wait!"

"Do you have anything else?"

Link stopped and asked.

"Sorry!"

"What?"

"I shouldn't have misunderstood you as a man with ulterior motives."

"If it's about this, then you don't need to apologize, I do have ulterior motives towards you."

Link reached out and wiped her face, where there was a tear.

Jodie Foster immediately changed her face, waving her fist to hit him.

Link grabbed her arm, took a step forward and pressed her against the wall, lowered his head and smelled her hair and neck. It was the scent of the lingering fragrance in the corridor just now, but with more warmth.

"You can come to me when you're lonely. When men and women are alone together, the only thing they can do is not just go to bed, they can also chat. Don't worry, as long as you don't want to, I will never take off your clothes on my own initiative."

Link smiled lightly, released the stunned woman, and left.

After he left, Jodie Foster was stunned for a few seconds before she reacted, covering her pounding chest and angrily kicked the spot where Link was standing before.

Back in his apartment, Link received two messages on his phone. The first one was sent by Brooke Shields at eight-thirty, asking if he wanted to have a drink. Half an hour later, she sent another one, wishing him good night.