marvelous rosaline

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Roseline took off her wig, changed her costume, and removed her exaggerated stage makeup.After she came out of the dressing room, the corridor was full of actors, stage managers and theater staff, even Thiago, who had sneaked in.

Everyone applauded warmly when they saw Rosalind.

"The show was a success, great!"

"Your performance is even more shocking than in rehearsal."

"Our theater finally has another star!"

"My dear Rosalind!"

Sam's voice echoed down the corridor.

He is like the Moses who divides the sea, everyone makes way for him, and the play director walks in front of Rosalind.His clear childlike eyes looked at the girl in front of him, with crystal tears in them: "How, how I wish you were my child with Miranda."

Excited, Sam opened his hands.

Rosalin knew that when Sam was happy, he liked to be in contact with people. It was common for him to pat his shoulders, hold his palms, and even hold up the other person's cheeks for a kiss when he was so excited. male.

There was even a misunderstanding.

Likewise, Sam also knew that Rosalind disliked casual physical contact.

So the director raised his hand, and then hesitated in embarrassment, neither letting it go nor hugging it.

Until Rosalin pursed her lips and took the initiative to take a step forward.

She gave Sam a gentle hug.

Not to steal, not to divert attention, but simply and politely fulfilling the function that the ritual should have: to express gratitude in the way of relatives and friends.

"Thank you, Sam." Rosalind said.

Thank you for leading me to get to know my mom for a few months.

Sam: "Oh..."

The director looked like he was about to cry.

"Are you reluctant?" Sam asked emotionally, "For your and my feelings, can you restrain your disgust?"

Rosalin was very honest: "It's okay, I can bear it."

It's just that Miss Marple said that in this case, it's better for her to be patient and obey the feelings of ordinary people.

Her concession made Sam laugh and cry.

After a simple hug, Sam turned to look at the crowd, and raised his hand very chicly: "Go to the Big Times Nightclub, I treat you!"

Cheers erupted from the theater corridors.

A few young and cheerful youths took the lead, and everyone lifted Sam like a hero.For a while, the backstage of the theater was even more lively than the performance.

Amid the din, a hand suddenly patted Rosalind's shoulder gently.

She turned around abruptly.

"Miranda?" Rosalind was surprised.

"follow me."

Her husband made a fuss in front of her, but Miranda Williams just waved her hand at Rosalind with a happy smile.

Rosalind: "Don't you want to go to the nightclub?"

Miranda: "I have something for you."

Rosalind:? ?

She followed in bewilderment.

They didn't join the crowd heading to the Big Times nightclub.

Miranda led Rosalin around to the back exit of the theater, and the middle-aged lady, who was nearly fifty years old, walked to her car with slim steps: "Please, Rosalind."

Rosalin's eyes turned between Miranda and the vehicle.

"where are we going?"

"What do you think?" Miranda said with a smile, "You will know when you get in the car."

She brought Rosalind to the apartment of Williams and his wife.

Rosalin maintained her usual calm expression the whole time, her eyes rolled around unscrupulously, trying her best to show the illusion that she was here for the first time.

But Miranda didn't care at all.

"do you know."

When she opened the door, Miranda chatted casually, "Although everyone thinks you look a lot like Edith, they can't figure out which part of you looks the most like you."

"where?"

"When you put away all the expressions you put on for others to see."

"..."

Rosalin immediately put away the deliberately curious expression.

As soon as she closed her expression, her delicate face became blank like emptying the table.

When Rosalin was a child, she had few friends.Her peers didn't like to approach her, and were even afraid of her. It took Rosalind a long time to understand the reason because she had no expression in most cases.

Does not respond to things and topics, which can make ordinary people feel intimidated.

This was the first thing Rosalind learned when she was exposed to people.

Until she grew up, she would occasionally scare others by putting away her emoji.

But Miranda laughed out loud, "Yes, it's like this."

She unlocked the door and stepped in first.Miranda said in a nostalgic tone: "It's just that Edith is better than you, my dear. She is better at disguising than you, and she makes herself less like an outlier among ordinary beings, maybe because she has A good mentor."

"Good mentor?"

Miranda took Roseline into the bedroom.

In front of Rosalin, she walked to the head of the bed and pressed the picture frame on the wall. With a sound of "click", the safe that Rosalin opened and locked before was revealed.

Rosalin slightly widened her eyes.

She watched Miranda put on the gloves, turn the combination lock, and then take out the manuscript inside.

"20 years ago, Edith personally handed me this Da Vinci manuscript."

Miranda turned around, carefully took the manuscript, and sent it to Rosalind.

"She told me that someone stole this manuscript at the price of betraying their loved ones, just to prevent the world from going into disaster." Miranda said slowly: "Edith hopes that Sam and I can keep this manuscript." manuscript until the arrival of her daughter."

Under the shocked gaze of Rosalind's green eyes, she raised the corners of her mouth.

"Someone broke into my house before for this manuscript."

Miranda put the manuscript into Rosalind's hands.

"Now, I think it should be handed over to you." Miranda blinked slyly: "Miss Rosalind Poirot."

"I--"

Rosalin came back to her senses and held the manuscript.

She was very confused and said: "Where did I reveal my secrets?"

Miranda: "Aside from your looks, you're a perfect fool."

Rosalind: "Then you..."

Miranda: "How do I know you're Edith's daughter?"

Rosalin tilted her head.

Miranda was just overjoyed.

"Silly girl."

Her smile made Rosalin think of those ordinary people who would have aunts or aunts—girlfriends who would always appear by the "mother" to accompany and take care of them, acting as mentors and friends for young girls.

A silly girl made Miranda seem to have never been absent from Rosalinn's growth.

"Only men are so dull, and so is Sam."

Miranda touched Rosalind's face affectionately, which, to her surprise, was not offensive.Miranda smiled and said, "Your intelligence, your habits, your accent, and your incompatibility... Rosalind, you are more like Edith than you think, especially those eyes."

"Is it similar?"

"It's very similar."

Miranda sighed: "It's just that Edith is not happy. Maybe pretending to be an ordinary person is a very painful thing for a genius."

Rosalin lowered her head and looked at the manuscript in her hand.

The relics she had stolen and put back felt heavy in her hands.

"Did you know my name was Poirot from the beginning?" asked Rosalind.

"Not at the beginning." Miranda replied, "But it didn't take long."

Rosalin was lost in thought.

Until then, she didn't realize it.

The manuscript was a gift from her mother.

And not just da Vinci's manuscripts, which are said to change the world when decoded.And Sam and Miranda, even Jay Gatsby—they all made promises to their mothers to keep gifts, or to take care of them.

Edith Poirot had planned everything in New York long before Rosalind made her move.

But what does mother plan to do with this?

Rosalin was a little confused.

After she came to New York, the more she investigated, the more unfamiliar Rosalin felt her mother was.

Who stole the manuscript and gave it to Mom?

Mom wanted her to get the manuscript, and why?

These two question marks lasted until Rosalin got off the car and stopped in front of Gatsby's mansion.

She had hoped to have a good talk with Miranda and ask some questions about her mother, but it was getting late and Miranda had to go to the nightclub to make an appointment, Rosalin could only suppress all the confusion in her heart.

The door of the mansion opened, and it was Gatsby's butler who went out to greet him.

"Miss Rosalind."

The butler said happily: "Congratulations on your successful performance."

Rosalind: "How do you know it's a big success? You're not there."

Butler: "But Master Gatsby was beaming when he came back."

Gatsby gone?

Also, as the biggest investor of "Angel Voice", he must be there.

It's just that Gatsby never showed his face from beginning to end.In fact, the two hadn't seen each other since the last time he stopped him and framed Moran to ask what happened.

Obviously they are under the same roof, but Gatsby kept his promise: if Rosalind didn't want to, he would never bother her.

"Where is he?" Rosalind asked.

"The master is taking a walk by the river." The butler kindly reminded: "Do you need me to take you there, Miss?"

"I'll just go by myself."

The manuscript has arrived.

As a "partner", Rosalin should also share the copy with him.

Gatsby's mansion is extravagant, with a large residential area and a large private territory enclosed.It was so big that Rosalin turned around the river bank and finally found him in the direction facing East Egg.

There was no light on the shore away from the house, and the moonlight was bright, pouring on the black water, and the light was broken into countless sparkling fragments.On the other side of the river, someone's pier has been flashing green lights, and this light flashes, goes out, and flashes again.

Gatsby's tall and straight back also appears, disappears, and reappears with the green light.She remained motionless, as if it was just a ghost by the river that Rosalin caught by chance.

The green light seemed to turn loneliness into substance, wrapping Gatsby firmly in it.

With his back turned to Rosalind, he stared directly at the light.

Rosalin stood still, she looked at Gatsby for a while, and suddenly came back to her senses: Gatsby was looking directly at the place where his sweetheart Daisy should be.