If Affectionate Unequal [Hollywood]

I first cut a large piece and handed it to her, then cut a smaller one myself, "I can't eat more, I will start filming my scenes tomorrow."

She only glanced at the cake, and then her eyes came back to me.After a while, he said: "You have lost a lot of weight..."

I stopped the hand holding the fork, and my nose was sore as if I had been slammed.

Don't talk to me in such a gentle tone...

I concealed a big mouthful of cake in my mouth.

Sweet.

And a little bitter.

Sweet and bitter heart knows.

I lowered my eyebrows and said softly, "It's because the character I played this time is relatively thin."

Angie didn't take my word for it.

I took two mouthfuls in a muffled voice before glancing in her direction.

She didn't know what she was thinking. After a while, she picked up the fork with her slender fingers, scraped some cream, and put the fork up, and put it in her mouth.

I lowered my eyes and dared not look at it, "This role is pretty good, I want to play a 17-year-old girl... um... I don't know if I can play it well."

Her magnetic voice sounded, "Don't worry, you played the role of Otti very well this year..."

I had difficulty breathing for a moment.

The first thing that came to mind was - she had seen my movie.

The next thing that followed immediately was what she said to me after the Oscars, the nonchalant look she had when she spoke.

And this more than a month of torment, on the night of my birthday, I finally mustered up the courage to make a phone call...

Time after time, every sentence exploded in my mind instantly.

Is the indifferent her the same person as the gentle her now?

Greedy for her tenderness, even more unable to bear the slightest bit of her indifference.

In that instant, my heart was gripped fiercely by a wave of sadness and resentment, and my mouth was blocked.

Didn't you say we're not in the same position?Don't you know my birthday?Why did you come here to make up for me again?

Why are you talking to me in such a gentle tone?Why do you keep looking at me?

Why, why...won't you love me...

But what qualifications do I have?I know that she liked women before, and I even went to find out about that person. I don't have the slightest resemblance to her, let alone those important men in her life.

I'm not her type at all, how can I ask her to love me...

If she can do this, I should be content.

There was liquid boiling in my eye sockets, and I mixed all my emotions into the cake and swallowed it.

She also kept silent, eating the cake in silence.

The silence lasted until we all ate the cake before we knew it.

I asked her, "Are you going back to France tonight?"

She looked at me, smiled, and didn't answer.

I grabbed the corner of my clothes, "Then I'll go back first..."

She still looked at me and nodded, "...rest early."

For the first time, she walked me to the door.Walking around, the line of the long legs under the gray satin suit pants was faintly visible, and the bust line of the white T-shirt was also faintly visible, and the makeup was a bit melted, which gave her a kind of smoky and gentle feeling.

Just like a big sister who is usually cool, but now is gentle and considerate, at this moment, she is very close, close enough to hug her.I put my hands behind my back and clenched my fists, trying to resist the urge to hug her.

"...I'm leaving." I hurriedly turned around, just as I put my hand on the doorknob.

"Ele..." she called me from behind.

I didn't dare to look back, I just stopped in my tracks.

"I'll remember it later," she said.

With my back to her, a tear slid down my cheek.

"...Thank you." I whispered.

I gritted my teeth, opened the door, and walked out quickly.

Chapter 57 Chapter 57

After a few days, I recovered and called Nancy, "Did she send those presents?"

Nancy talked about him at first, but later she had to admit it under my questioning, "It's her."

My nose was instantly sour, and I murmured: "...Why is she doing this?"

Nancy was silent, and then said: "It should be to make you happy."

"Too many..." Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, I heard from my mother that it was really a lot, and she took it apart to see that it was too precious.In terms of Angelia's ability, she has more than enough to buy these things, but I remember that she herself is not used to buying such a large amount of luxury goods, and she does not approve of such behavior.

Maybe it's because I don't know what I like, and I don't know what to give me...

"Then your opinion is to go back?" Nancy asked over there.

I thought of the look on her face when she made up my birthday that night, and said after a while: "Forget it, discount these and donate them in her name."

Nancy said with emotion: "That's really a lot of money... All right, you can do it like this."

I wanted to call or text her again to thank her, but after a few hesitation, I gave up.

The time of the last text message in her dialogue box on the phone was still on the night of Oss.

"Anji Anji~"

"I saw you~~"

"I'll go find you, okay?"

Every word seems to be bouncing.This feeling may not exist again.

From mid-April to June, I was shooting in London and Dublin.

I have never acted in such a dark role. The 17-year-old girl was not fed and clothed, and was raped and insulted by her father, and finally killed her father.Everyone's role in the play is very heavy, and the crew even invited a psychologist to guide the actors' emotions. Sometimes I got too deep into the play, and I was still crying silently after the play, which was really torture.Sometimes when I have insomnia late at night, I watch happy videos on YouTube with my mobile phone, and I always turn to that phone number intentionally or unconsciously.

I want to dial it, confide the pressure to her on the other side of the phone, act like a baby, and want to hear her comfort and encouragement.

Even just to hear her voice, to hear her call my name.

But in the end, I fell asleep with my mobile phone and didn't dial the number.

I know that June is Angelia's birthday. I don't know how she spent the previous years. I just thought about it for a long time and I don't know what gift to give her, because she has accepted even the most expensive gifts.

The most important people in her life are her children.I was thinking that as long as her kids are happy, she will be happy too.I also learned about her children's preferences very early. Some started collecting very early, and some started in April. On the days when there is no filming, my assistant and I are carefully choosing gifts. They are not very expensive, but they are relatively rare. of.Like some limited books, music CDs, comic peripherals, and signatures of their favorite singers and writers, etc.

As for what to give to her, after much deliberation, I finally decided.After getting everything ready, I hesitated for a long time before deciding to send it to her in person.

Her birthday is on June [-]th. Before that, I asked the director to rehearse several scenes.

I took a ten-hour flight from London to Los Angeles. I didn’t get off the plane until five o’clock in the morning on the [-]th. After a four-hour rest, the assistant drove with a carload of gifts in the trunk. I wore a big mask and a peaked cap. It took three It took more than an hour to drive to her villa.

At about one o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was shining, and my cheeks were hot from the heat. When I arrived at the back door of her villa, the assistant helped me put down the gift and left first.

Before I came, I was on the phone with Angelia's assistant and friend Helen, and I knew that today she will have a small birthday party at home, and she and the children, Helen's family, and some friends of the two children will attend, And I didn't get an invite.

I didn't know how long I stood under the white sunlight before calling Helen.

After a while, Helen came out, I took off the mask, and told her to trouble her to take the gift in.

Helen is about the same height as me. I have met her a few times, but I am not familiar with her. She is not very talkative, but she looks kind and kind. I heard from Nancy that she is considerate and considerate. She has been friends with Angie for many years.

Helen looked at the stack of gift boxes and the names on the gift boxes.She raised her eyebrows, didn't ask any questions, and went back and forth several times before moving the gift in.

"Thank you, and this..." I took out the small gift bag I carried with me, "Please help me hand it over to her."

Helen looked at me with a smile, "Give it to her yourself." After speaking, she pointed behind me.

I realized something and turned around immediately, and Angelia was standing behind me.

I didn't expect her to appear, so I stared at her blankly.

It might be her birthday, so she dressed up, wearing a black waist-pinch dress, diamond earrings, and full makeup.

The brilliance is everywhere.

But me, with no makeup and inconspicuous clothes.

I just finished filming an important scene, in which I had to cut off my own hair, and the character was a well-known character, the filming required real shots, after a few scenes, my body was a little bruised, and even my skin was bruised. I didn't take good care of it, and I was a little sunburned when I encountered such a bright sun just after getting off the plane.