Hollywood Secret Garden

Chapter 290 Books

After the catwalk in Milan, Angela and the others also ended their trip in Italy and diverted to Paris. This time they chose cars and trains instead of flying. Instead of going directly to France, they went to Switzerland first, because the girls wanted to go to Paris. Go to Tolochenac to lay a bouquet of flowers at the old lady's grave.

As for Liv, she came to Italy to shoot a movie, and participating in Armani's fashion show is a temporary guest appearance. Although old man George really wanted to sign her, she has long been "famous" and can be arranged in New York announcements. It's the end of July, and the plane ticket has been booked early, so I can only decline Angela's invitation to travel.

In fact, the girl's invitation was just out of politeness, so after Liv refused, she didn't insist, although with her confused character, some words can be ignored at all!In fact, after attending a small gathering with Giorgio Armani and the models, Liv never brought up the idea that left the girls somewhat dumbfounded—perhaps she didn't even realize that her soliloquies had been overwhelmed by them. I heard.

But the problem is that Angela is a little unclear about Natalie's intentions. Is she jealous?Not like it!But her intuition always tells her that there is always something more in Natalie's heart. Angela doesn't know what it is, and she doesn't seem to have any intention to make it clear. The girl is always careful, not only trying not to Ti Lifu's nonsense even dispelled the idea of ​​visiting Sophie Marceau who was still in Italy through old man George.

However, after arriving in Switzerland and going to Tolochenac, this inexplicable atmosphere gradually faded away as Angela told the story between her and his wife.

"Nat, has anyone ever told you that you look like a lady?!" Walking on the streets of Zurich, Angela suddenly asked.

"Is there?" Natalie was a little surprised, and turned her head to look at the translucent window of the store. "I don't think there is any similarity between me and the old lady."

"However, I think you are similar in some places." The girl said with a smile, she turned her shoulders, and pointed between her nose and eyes in a serious way: "Here, here, and here are all very similar." Like, in a few years, someone's going to put the word 'little' in front of you."

"So, do you think I will become extraordinary with this 'little'?" Natalie's eyebrows twitched.

"Okay, okay, I know you are you, the old lady is the old lady, so I just made you happy." Angela laughed and shook Natalie's shoulders lightly. She just wanted to see her emotions How, obviously the result satisfied her.

"Make me happy?" Natalie narrowed her eyes. She is not an idiot. If she was really upset because of the question of "small" or "small", then when Angela said the last sentence, she immediately understood When he came over, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was about to show the half-smile expression he had a few days ago.

But Angela would not give her this chance.Immediately laughing and holding her arm.Pushing and pulling the girl into the small bookstore at the corner of the street: "Let's go. Let's go to the bookstore. Maybe we can find something good."

Just know how to change the subject!Natalie hummed softly in her heart, and walked in with her half-pushed. She suddenly wanted to knock her head in annoyance. Why did she always feel that she was accommodating Angela?

Although the bookstore is not big, it is neatly arranged and very regular. Books are not only put together by type, but also divided into corresponding language areas - this is also a major feature of Switzerland. The official languages ​​​​are German, There are three kinds of French and Italian, and there is no distinction between first and second!

There's an interesting saying about Switzerland that Switzerland is made up of French people who don't want to be French, Germans who don't want to be Germans, and Italians who don't want to be Italians!It is conceivable that if it is the first time to come here, how much effort will be spent on communication.

However, this did not cause much trouble to Angela and Natalie. Both girls can speak French well. Even in a northern region close to Germany like Zurich, ordinary people can still speak a few words of French even if they don’t know English. of.

"So, you rarely read other books? Don't you read those theoretical books?"

"It depends on what it is. If it is related to the theory of directors, maybe I will like some, but I won't read too much. There are many theories that you will understand their true meaning only when you practice them."

"Of course, but I think there is no harm in knowing more about theories. The more you know, the sooner you will understand what is suitable for you in practice. It is better to have experience for reference than to grope yourself! But... I think you should Reading theoretical books related to acting, how could you think of watching directors?"

"Come on, Nat, tell me how many theoretical books you've read since you started acting—I mean when you were acting in front of adults or in school? More of it is accumulated by yourself, isn't it?"

The two girls chatted in a low voice while flipping through the bookshelves in the French area. Soon, the bookshelves in the French area came to an end, and the German area was further ahead. The two were about to turn around and leave. The bookstore was a bit small. , nothing interested them.At this moment, Angela glanced over to the German-speaking area.

A few years later, when the girl recalled it, she felt that it was God's will. Although she knew that even if she didn't have that look, she would still spend time finding it in the future, but compared to such a chance encounter, she had to say Something in the dark is guiding her.

It was a medium-thick 32-carat paperback book. The printing was not exquisite. The entire cover was yellow like an old photo. Although the German letters on it were very conspicuous, Angela, who didn't know German, didn't know what it meant. , but her eyes landed on the character on the cover. The head image of a middle-aged man took up one-third of the entire cover, bald, with only some sparse hair at the back of the head. Wearing these round glasses, Calmly staring ahead.

This image is so familiar, it immediately brought back Angela's memories, and the appearance that had faded in the past ten years of life became clear again, but, it's not that coincidental, right?

"Angie, what's the matter?" Natalie, who was walking in front, turned her head and looked at her strangely.

The girl didn't answer, she walked quickly to the German-speaking area, took the book off the shelf, and flipped through it. Although she still couldn't read German, the black-and-white photo of the author made the image in her mind more vivid. Clearly, Angela immediately walked towards the exit, and it was easy to verify her own thoughts.

"Hello, sir, what's the name of this book?" The girl went to the cash register and handed the book to the owner.

The owner of the store is a middle-aged man in his 40s with a big rosacea nose. After he took the book, he gave Angela a strange look. He didn't understand why this girl asked herself a book written in a language he didn't know. , but he didn't ask. After taking it over and looking at it carefully, he replied flatly: "This is "Rabe's Diary", miss."

Angela's heart skipped a beat, and after taking a deep breath, she asked again: "So sir, is there a French or English version of "Rabe's Diary"?"

The middle-aged man thought for a while, then searched behind the counter, and finally found a book that was about the same size as the one just now. The cover and printing were very similar, but the edges were a little rough, obviously a lot of it had been put in. time, but the French on the cover clearly told Angela that the order of the letters was indeed "Rabe's Diary"!

"It was published simultaneously in more than ten countries in Europe at the beginning of this year. It sells well in German-speaking regions, but the French ones are very average, and there are no English ones." The owner explained.

But Angela wasn't listening, and after quickly flipping through the book to make sure, she raised her eyebrows: "I bought it!"

"Angie, what book did you buy?" Natalie started to ask as soon as she came out of the bookstore. The girl didn't answer, she just put her index finger to her mouth and made a shh gesture, then took out her phone and started dial.

"Jack? It's me. Is it 5 o'clock on your side? Well, I'm sorry for waking you up from your dream, but I have something urgent. I want to buy the rights to adapt and produce a book." Angela Flipping through the book in his hand, he told him the ISBN number and the name of the publishing house, "If possible, please finish this matter as soon as possible. Also, you haven't found the other book I want since the end of 92. , I really doubt if you take it to heart, well, I won’t disturb your sleep, so be it!”

After finishing the short call, the girl sighed softly, and suddenly she was in a trance, until Natalie waved her hand in front of her: "Hey, you're in a trance again!"

"What? Oh, sorry, I just thought of something." The girl smiled apologetically.

"So, should you explain?" Natalie spread her hands.

Angela thought for a while, glanced at the two bodyguards nearby, pulled her to sit on a bench under a tree by the street, and then handed her the book in her hand: "You should read it first."

Natalie took the book with some doubts and began to read it. She didn't read it fast. Although French is not a problem for oral communication, the reading of the text is still a little weak. Fortunately, Angela often explains it to her when she is by her side.

The shade of the trees on the ground swayed in the breeze, and time seemed to return to New York a few years ago. Two little girls sat side by side in Winnett Park, slowly reading the books in their hands, and exchanging words from time to time. Comments, but this time the reading is no longer easy.

Finally, Natalie finished reading the book in her hand, closed it silently and stared at the ground in a daze, and asked after a while, "Is everything in it true?"

"Since it's a diary with real names and surnames, the possibility of fraud should be very small." Angela said lightly.

"But why haven't I heard about it?"

"It's not surprising," the girl said with a sneering smile, "If it wasn't for my grandma's half Chinese descent, and if she didn't have many Chinese friends, maybe I wouldn't know about it."

"So you want to buy the right to adapt it and write it into a script?" Natalie stroked the cover of the book, "Like "Anne's Diary" or "Schindler's List"?"

"Actually, I plan to produce and direct it myself!" Angela suddenly turned her head, her emerald green eyes sparkling like fire!