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Because Josie can't drink, Edward only ordered two glasses of freshly squeezed juice, and ordered the signature burger, today's salad, recommended snacks and some oysters. These oysters are said to have been served in this restaurant since 1844. The close coordinates make these oysters very fresh and delicious.

When she was very young, Josie read de Maupassant's short stories, and she was deeply impressed by the scene of the lady eating oysters, so she suffered from a secondary illness, and begged the etiquette teacher at the time to spend several lessons to teach her how to cook various seafood Eat elegantly and respectably.

But when she grew up, her behavior was judged to be contrived to death—it is contrived, but she thinks it is beautiful, so it has always been like this.

Holding up the bottom of the oyster, with a slight movement of her lips, the fresh oyster meat slides into her mouth docilely. There is no unnecessary sound during the whole process, and the movement is fast.

These etiquettes have already been deeply rooted in her bone marrow, and years of edification have made it a trivial matter, so her manager Archie said that no matter what she does, she has an air of old money.

Just like now, she eats quite beautifully. At first glance, she seems to be indistinguishable from the diners in the restaurant, but her every move can make ordinary street restaurants look like high-end French food.

Edward smiled and asked, "Eating seafood is also a compulsory course on the Upper East Side?"

Josie pressed the corner of her mouth with a tissue and replied, "No. It's just my elective course."

To put it modestly, the Norton family is an ordinary middle-class family, but in fact they are rich. They only started to make a fortune in the generation of Edward's grandfather. He called him "a great American entrepreneurial legend".

But Josie was not like him.

"Josie"'s mother, Edna's family, is an ordinary rich man who just happened to make a fortune, and her father, Frank, is an "nobleman" in the Upper East Side who can trace his blood, but he was not born in the power center of the Horton family , but the son of a prodigal son of a side branch and an Italian whore.

As for the other "Qiao Xi", her ancestors have been a family of servants and servants for the first three generations. The marriages and alliances of generations have made it a towering tree with luxuriant branches and leaves. It's filth, and there is not much to cherish in her past life.

After the two finished eating, Edward began to say: "You know what? Woody filmed the last scene of "Annie Hall" here. The hero and heroine reunited after breaking up. The camera advances from our position, right here, Through the glass window of the restaurant, they came to the Lincoln Center not far away, they looked at each other silently, the scenery was vague, as if it was a world away."

Edward's speech speed was a little fast at the beginning, and he talked about Woody Allen's movies in a clear way, and his tone became soothing and soft at the end, as if he was sharing a short story that he thought was very interesting, with a high-spirited look on his face smile.

Josie remembers the first time she watched Woody Allen's "Annie Hall" in college. She still remembered the names of the two main characters, Ivy Singer and Annie Hall, and the names of Woody Allen's "Annie Hall". The typical literary youth and his contradictory love.

It is worth mentioning that Woody Allen, who played off-screen, fell in love with Diane Keaton, who played the heroine, and the latter was also awarded the Oscar for this movie.

""Annie Hall" took a lot of scenes around here. What's interesting is that Manhattan doesn't seem to have changed much over the years." Josie sipped the little lemon soda left, "I still remember Diane Keaton's outfit, white shirt vest and beige trousers, is very cute."

Edward interjected without thinking: "Yes, I also remember, she was wearing that outfit, and then the actor sent her home, which is on 68th Street, between Madison Avenue and Park Avenue."

"Why do you remember so clearly?" Josie asked in surprise.

"You know, it's a very classic movie, Woody Allen is also a very interesting director, he created a new way of filming, you can see him sometimes looking directly at the camera in the movie , like speaking to the audience off-camera, like 'Hey, I know you're there', but the next second he's back in the plot—thanks, no more change." Edward put the money in the On the bill, I got up and left the restaurant, "In fact, this is the charm of movies. Every movie is like a brand new world, waiting for people to explore."

He stepped forward and opened the door of the restaurant, turning sideways to let Josie go out first.

There are people coming and going on the street, under the bustling Manhattan night scene, almost everyone’s face is so hurried, just like the crowd waiting in front of the subway, most of them only care about their next day Stand, not where others will go.

Josie was wearing a New York Yankees baseball cap, which covered most of her small face, and was not recognized under the cover of night.

She put her hands in her coat pockets and said as she walked: "But not everyone can appreciate movies from this perspective. Generally speaking, movies are a way for people to entertain, not a way to explore the world and discover themselves." process."

"That's why we are actors, and they are just spectators." Edward smiled, "Actors are mysterious others, absurd, unpredictable, exploring, observing, listening, and creating, which belong to actors giving vitality to their characters. Creative ability, many people misunderstand that actors are just commodities placed in the movie, but in fact we are the creators, and it is the soul that builds the vivid flesh and blood of the characters."

Josie nodded from time to time, thought for a while after Edward finished speaking, and then said honestly: "This is too complicated for me. I'm just a beginner, I'm just purely performing, enjoying in his own role."

Edward also nodded, and told Josie, "I've seen your first short film. Do you know that the talent of experiential actors is not as common as people think, and your debut performance is amazing-but you seem Some prefer dramatic characters with contrasts."

"You don't love?" Josie asked back.

"Yes, I love it too." Edward shrugged, "The more dramatic the more fascinating."

"Like someone smiling and saying 'I hate you'?"

"You can say that, but can you make the scenario a little bit crazier, like 'I hate I love you'?"

Josie laughed at this time and said, "There is a sense of picture. The greater the psychological contrast, the more dramatic it can be. The collision between lines and heart will make the characters more real, because people in reality are always so duplicity."

"Haha, you are so right, this is human nature, complex human nature." Edward laughed, and then quoted a sentence impromptu, "'Human nature is not black and white, it has many gray areas.', and this It's the beauty and unpredictability of human nature."

Josie felt that this sentence sounded familiar, she slightly raised her eyebrows and said, "Oh, so you also read Maugham."

Hearing this, Edward turned to look at Josie, with a restrained smile on his face, turning his smile into a softer one.

He didn't answer but instead asked, "Yeah?"

"'If a man is incapable of winning a woman's love, it will be his fault, not hers.'." For one of the works of the king of poisonous words, Josie can be said to be at her fingertips, especially this book " veil".

Edward asked, "So, do you agree with this sentence, Josie?"

"No one is obliged to respond to the love of others, is it?" Josie asked him a rhetorical question, but she said to herself: "No one is wrong, the fault is only in the real world and there is no fairness. People who are addicted to love It is a painfully sweet truth that one must obey, although there are occasional parity, and they either last forever, or they love to hate."

When she said this, she turned her eyes away, a trace of sarcasm overflowed from her graceful red lips, as if she was thinking of something not so pleasant.

But when Edward took a closer look, the strangeness at that moment disappeared again, and Josie had returned to her usual appearance.

Edward suppressed the urge to explore, and only talked about the problem: "Love breeds hatred. In the final analysis, it is self-esteem that causes trouble, because no one is willing to compromise, everyone is unwilling, and everyone has their own reasons for helplessness."

Josie said, "It sounds like you're emotional, you believe that love conquers all?"

Edward replied: "Maybe, I guess? I haven't encountered this situation, but rather than hating each other, people should face their hearts squarely instead of choosing to avoid problems."

Josie was noncommittal.

They walked all the way to the intersection of 70th Street, and the round building with a white exterior wall next to it has a great sense of design and is standing there quietly.

Josie suddenly suggested, "Let's do a test."

"what?"

"do not speak."

Edward shook his head with a smile, but followed Josie's instruction to remain silent, asking with his eyes: "And then?"

Josie continued, "I'm going to close my eyes, so guess what I'm doing."

They were sitting outside the Park Avenue Asian Art Museum, which was closed at this time, and the white exterior walls were dimly warm yellow by the streetlights.

The sound of heavy traffic outside the road.

The real estate agent talking on the phone, the artist preparing for the exhibition, the editor of the publishing house urging the manuscript, the young people who are going to the boutique not far away, and the Christmas-like music coming from the boutique.

Oh, there are also two models who went to the plastic surgery hospital diagonally opposite to have their noses done together. One has a nose cut and the other has a padded nose bridge. They come from different small countries in Eastern Europe and speak too heavily accented English.

But no one paid attention to the two quiet people under the white exterior wall.

Passers-by are in a hurry, and occasionally leave a few words, which can be pieced together into insignificant stories.

The name of the story is "New York".

Under the warm yellow streetlights, Qiao Qian's snow-white side face became more eye-catching.

Her eyebrows and eyes were covered by the shadow of the brim of the hat, so she couldn't see clearly, but three quarters of her side profile was very smooth, and every part was as warm and graceful as a white marble sculpture.

One can imagine why the camera favors this girl so much.

As if sensing Edward's gaze, Josie suddenly opened her eyes and met his gaze. Her pupils were bright and clear. When she looked at others unsuspectingly, she would be a bit childish and innocent.

Edward couldn't help smiling slightly, he forced his wandering thoughts back into place, and returned to this whimsical test.

"Are you listening to their stories?" he asked instead.

"To be precise—" said Josie, "it's a New York story. It's eccentric, and it's a feast."

Edward stared ahead, interface: "Full of hope but lonely. You can't influence anyone, but no one can influence you."

This bustling city is actually very indifferent.

He smiled slightly and continued: "But I like it here. No one makes me uncomfortable, and everyone can be 'anonymous' forever."

"Then I don't think you will like Los Angeles." Josie smiled, "Every day I wake up to find that the trash can in front of my house has been searched, and this is one of the biggest troubles of fame. peeking into my life, and having so much fun doing it.”

Edward shook his head, "You should move back to New York, or stop anything you don't want to see."

"I'm planning to move." Josie said casually, "Go back to our test, I just heard something interesting."

"what?"

"The real estate agent who just passed by was messing with his wife behind his back and was busy going to the hotel with his client to open a room."

"...What else?" Edward paused slightly.

"That artist is a woman-hating bastard, and he thinks no one sponsors his exhibition because of the damn unspoken rules." Josie thought it was interesting, "The little model from Ukraine thinks New York is the city of dreams, but she My partner just wants to earn some extra money and treats her casually, and she thinks she is too fat to be on the runway, but to be honest, a size 4 is not fat at all—why are you looking at me like that?"

"I suddenly remembered something."

"what?"

"I saw that the real estate agent's client is a man."

"EWWW—"

Josie wrinkled her face.

They turned and walked down Madison Avenue.

It was difficult for Edward to specifically describe how he felt at the moment.

Falling in love at first sight begins with the addition of a character filter, which is actually very easy, because men are such straightforward visual animals, and he is no exception.

Then there is the subtle sense of tacit understanding during the performance, with sparks flying and full of tension.

The nerve endings in his arms danced from his heart to his fingertips, and she was completely immersed in the character, looking at him so mesmerizingly, so unforgettable.

Then again, what's going on tonight is another dimension of attraction.

As Maugham wrote, there is a gap in everyone's heart, but Edward never thought that he needed a heart of the right shape to fill it like everyone else, because he had too many things that interested him, Like acting.

But at this moment, an unprecedented storm swept his heart, causing a strong desire in his blood, longing for the road in front of him to be longer and slower.

He looked up and saw the moonlight.

Under the moonlight, Josie stopped and turned to face Edward.

"I'm here," she said.

"Oh, you're here." Edward was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses. Suddenly, a trace of unbearable astringency rose in his heart, and he couldn't help opening his mouth, "Josie, tomorrow..."

"Yes." As if guessing what he was thinking, Josie tilted her head playfully and smiled at him: "I belong to you for three days and 72 hours."

The meaning of this expression is too ambiguous.

Maybe she didn't pay attention all of a sudden, or maybe she did it on purpose. Anyway, for Edward, this is undoubtedly an astonishing lethality.

The slight sourness was completely defeated, replaced by countless light and dreamy soap bubbles, rising up in front of his eyes one by one, reflecting colorful and wonderful light.

Edward couldn't help smiling, and said slowly: "Okay. See you tomorrow!"

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