V2.C20

Wutong trees gently blowing in the best of spirits across the Seine River, the leaves of green trees are gently flickering in the gentle sunshine. Pedestrians on the shore are rushing to and fro, and the small boats in the river are sliding. The waves are sailing towards their destinations. The tourists on the ship are watching the beauty of the surrounding scene with interest, and everything is so harmonious and beautiful.

The beautiful girl took her sight back from the glass. She stirred the spoon in her hand absently, and then looked at the door of the coffee shop. There was nothing like before. Her eyebrows frowned and seemed dissatisfied.

"I'll call them again, Sophie." The middle-aged man sitting next to her saw this and immediately said.

"No, no, wait a little longer. Maybe they were delayed by something." The girl said faintly. After looking at the agent who was trying to say nothing, she immediately added: "if it's the appointed time and they haven't arrived yet, we'll leave, so they can't say anything."

"All right." The middle-aged man shrugged, then jokingly said: "from now on, I will continue to pray, pray that you do not be recognized, or half of the men in Paris may come."

The girl can't help smiling, and the one who can be praised like this is Sophie Marceau, who is known as "the eternal love of French men". Although time has added more mature charm to the original pure face, the brown eyes, which seem to be full of melancholy all the time, are still bright as before.

The reason why she and her agent, Dominic beshard, are in a low-key cafe at this time is because she received an invitation from the United States a few weeks ago, specifically from Hollywood. A well-known director called in person, hoping that she would play the leading role in his new film, and had the script sent to bethhard early.

Think of that director, Sophie's mouth can not help but emerge a smile, really interesting person. There were many Hollywood directors looking for her to make films before. At that time, she never looked at it. As for the reason quite a lot. I'm afraid that in addition to winning the Golden Palm Award this time, it would be very difficult for her to surpass the Golden Palm Award in Cannes for two years.

Adrian Cowell, that's his name. If that's all, Sophie won't have any idea, but what's interesting is that the script sent by the other party is also mixed with a poem, "freedom" by Paul Alicia, a contemporary French poet.

"Although the times are not in line with the times, I believe that this poem of elujah is the most suitable one for this story." The other side wrote in French at the bottom of the poem. Not only that, the whole poem is transcribed in French, the handwriting is very elegant, the other side should be a well bred, serious, lively and romantic person.

Especially after reading the script, she was more sure of this impression. The first time I saw it, Sophie was attracted by Wallace's heroism and heroism, or her romantic relationship with his wife and princess. However, when she looked up the historical materials, she was immediately shocked. Isabella, known as the French wolf, could not be connected with the weak princess. Moreover, when she married to England, Wallace had been executed long ago. How could she have feelings with him, or even be pregnant with each other's blood?

"It's just a story, Sophie, telling a whole new story through history, and its theme is the blue on the tricolor flag." The other party explained a little later on the phone, and the hearty laughter was easy to make people feel good.

Therefore, when the other party offered to make an appointment for a talk, she agreed without hesitation. After returning from Poland, she hardly accepted the film appointment. At the thought of Poland, Sophie's eyebrows could not help but flash a little haze.

Another ten minutes later, a young man took people into the cafe, glanced around and walked towards them.

"Sorry, we're late." The young man leaned over and looked at Sophie, and his eyes brightened. "It's a little offensive, but I have to say, you're beautiful, Ms. Sophie."

"Thank you, Mr. Adrian." Sophie stood up with a smile and shook hands with him. Although she had seen each other's pictures before, she looked at each other carefully. The facial features are clear, just like carved out of marble, not particularly handsome, mouth with a faint smile full of confidence, there is a very special attraction. Especially the dark eyes, Sophie had never seen so dark eyes, like the deep lake bottom.

"There was an accident on the way, and we finally changed a car to catch up. I'm really sorry to have kept you waiting." After sitting down, he explained why he was late with sincerity in his voice.

"It doesn't matter. Dominic and I didn't wait too long," Sophie said with a faint smile. "Just let me relax."

Adrian picked her eyebrows, as if to hear something, but then turned to her agent and started talking to him. Sophie didn't speak any more. She just sipped coffee and listened to them quietly. Dominic knew what questions to ask. From the perspective of story, she was still willing to take the role. Going to Hollywood is not a big deal. People always have to try something new. But before that, she wants to know more about the miracle director.They talked for about ten minutes. Adrian didn't talk much. Basically, Dominic and Hank Harris, the assistant he brought with him, were talking. He just added a few words from time to time. But all along Adrian's attention was focused on Dominic, completely ignoring Sophie sitting in front of him.

Yes, it was totally ignored. Sophie could feel it. He was not pretending to be absorbed. This makes her more curious, but also can't help but feel a little unhappy.

"I have no more questions, Sophie." Dominic stood up and nodded to Sophie Marceau. Hank Harris got up and nodded to Adrian, and they sat down to one side.

"So, what else do you think, beautiful Ms. Sophie?" Adrian finally looked at her again, with a smile, without concealing his appreciation. "Please let me say again, you are really beautiful."

"I won't say thank you again this time," Sophie teased him a little. "Call me Sophie, Mr. Adrian. Besides, you speak French very well."

"Now I'd like to say thank you. Please call me ed," Adrian joked. "As one of the most beautiful languages in the world, French has a real name. The same sonnet, read in English and in French, are two different flavors. Sometimes the language is so strange."

"Sounds like you know a lot about linguistics?" Sophie smiles and doesn't turn to the subject of the movie for the first time.

"No, it's just that they can speak the two most mysterious languages in the world," Adrian shrugged. "Although the French speak French very elegantly and are suspected of boasting, it is undeniable that French is much more precise than English in terms of wording, so many international legal documents should have a French version for comparison. The cadence of British English is also learned from French, isn't it? "

After a pause, he added, "as for the other door, it's Chinese."

"Chinese? Do you speak Chinese? " Sophie looked surprised.

"Yes, I dabbled in one of the most difficult languages in the world, probably because my grandmother was half Chinese." Adrian crossed his hands on the table, which made him look very elegant. "Chinese is a Hieroglyphic Character, which expresses meaning by combining images with pronunciation - well, that's just my opinion. I'm not an expert. If you're wrong, please don't laugh at me."

Looking at his serious appearance, Sophie couldn't help chuckling. It was like a hundred flowers in full bloom. Her attention was more focused on Adrian, and she didn't realize that the rhythm of the conversation had been mastered by the other party.

"It's hard to learn Chinese, but if you learn it, you can feel something special. For example, if you use Chinese to explain the world, you can use hundreds of thousands of words, but if you want to change it to alphabetic language, millions of words are not enough. Another simple example is that their poems are very short and have a fixed arrangement. Many things have to be expressed in a few short phrases. It sounds abnormal, but if you know Chinese, you will find the beauty of ancient Chinese poetry Adrian's speaking speed is not urgent, serious appearance is very infectious.

"Listen to you say that, I want to learn Chinese." Sophie's voice was filled with a trace of emotion. She seemed to notice something, and immediately brought the topic back to the top of the movie: "OK, let's talk about the business, ed. what's the first question? I think you should know, right?"

"Oh, of course," Adrian chuckled. "I remember saying on the phone that it was just a new story that followed history. Some things like freedom and equality will never fade. As for what kind of history is, it doesn't matter. Pessimists often say that history is a girl who can be dressed up. Although I don't agree, there is no need to investigate what history looks like. Think of it as unofficial history. Anyway, there are many unofficial histories in the world. All I have to do is make the audience satisfied with this story. "

"It's just that?" Sophie asked quietly, as if thinking of something.

"I know what you mean, but Sophie, no matter what you want to express in a movie, a good story is always the most important thing." Adrian put up his smile and said seriously, "if you can't attract the audience to the cinema, if you can't make the audience understand what the movie is talking about, no matter how deep the connotation is."

"Well, the next question." Sophie shrugged and didn't go on with this.

"Why are you invited, right?" Adrian preempted to ask out, the dark eyes did not blink at her.

Sophie was slightly surprised, but did not deny: "yes, the second question is indeed this."

"There are a lot of great French actresses, such as Isabella ajani, who nearly won the best actress in Cannes last month with queen Margo?"

"Agani is not suitable for this role," Adrian said quickly. "Her characteristics make her more suitable for the more neurotic characters, such as paranoid, rather than weak, refined and strong like the princess in this story. I've watched your movie one after another. Whether it's the innocence and purity in the first kiss, the bold and unrestrained in wild love, or the cheerful and soft beauty in Fangfang last year, they are so special, so I think you are the only oneHe sat up straight and looked at her with a proud look: "my eyes have never been missed, Sophie. I'm sure you can grasp the characteristics of this character and we'll make a great film together!"

"You're so confident, ed Sophie blinked, lowered her head to sip the coffee, which was not hot enough, and then gave the answer: "well, since the director of miracle said that, I have no reason to refuse."

“yes！” When Adrian settled down, he squeezed his fist into a fist and burst out a sentence of English. This action startled Sophie, but then she covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Sorry, I'm just a little excited." Seeing her like this, Adrian quickly explained.

"It doesn't matter. I just had an accident." Sophie laughed and shook her head. "I didn't expect you to be like that."

"There is a side to everyone that is not known." Adrian shrugged, then joked, "it's good you're OK. If you're scared, I don't know how to compensate."

"When it comes to compensation," Sophie joked, "how do you compensate for what happened before, ed? It's not a gentleman's behavior to keep a lady waiting, no matter what reason he has. "

"So..." Adrian grabs her head, which is more childish in Sophie's eyes. The arc of her mouth suddenly becomes larger, but the other party's reply makes her expression become surprised.

"So, beautiful Sophie Marceau, would you like to have dinner with me today or tomorrow?" Adrian said so, and stood up and bowed formally.

"Dinner together?" Sophie looked at him with a smile. "Don't you think it's a little abrupt, ed?"

"Maybe a little, but if I don't, I'll tell myself later: you're such a fool that when that beautiful woman sits in front of you, you don't even have the courage to invite her to dinner! So it doesn't matter if you refuse. " Adrian said very seriously, "so will you refuse, Sophie?"

"Well..." Sophie wanted to decline, but it turned out to be, "well, tonight."

"It's the most wonderful answer in the world." Adrian exclaimed. He waved his hands exaggeratively. "It's like a dream. I'm not really dreaming."

Sophie couldn't help but giggle.

"Well, don't be late for the evening, ed After the appointment, Sophie left the cafe and joked before getting on the bus, with a smile on her face.

"Absolutely not." Adrian's answer was very positive.

It took about 20 minutes for Sophie to return to her unknown luxury apartment in wajihah. When she got out of the car, Dominic seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Sophie knew what the agent wanted to say. In fact, even she was wondering. Why did Sophie agree with her agent when she wanted to refuse? Do you want to see his childish exaggeration? Or is it because he's honest and direct?

"I'm crazy. I'm not joking. I'm still fighting with him." Back home, she fell on the sofa and sighed, murmured to herself. The previous pictures reappeared in her mind. After the scenes flashed, the smile appeared again in Sophie's mouth. He is really a very interesting person, sometimes talkative, sometimes serious and proud, mature and steady, only in the last few minutes can people realize that he is still a young man.

Her brow frowned slightly at the thought, and the things that had been forgotten and upset her immediately came out. By the end of the year, I should be 28 years old. How many 28 years old is a woman? It's not much less than ten years, and in these ten years Sophie shook her head and stopped her thoughts. In Poland, there was no less dispute, so she would go back to Paris, not to think about it.

Nevertheless, these sudden upset feelings still affected her good mood. Sophie poured a glass of red wine for herself. She sat on the sofa alone and tasted it slowly. Her eyes looked at the front but there was no focus. Her delicate face seemed to lose its vitality. Her melancholy eyes made her look more melancholy. After a while, she put down her glass and lay down on the sofa to have a rest. Curled up, hands in front of the chest, closed eyes, as if immersed in amniotic fluid of the fetus, but relative to this open room, but only she appears more and more weak and pitiful.

When Sophie woke up, the sun was about to set, and she immediately began to simply wash and change clothes, probably because the previous nap had put the upset things aside for a while, so she was still in a good mood, singing while wiping her face. After trying on the mirror several times, she chose a beige high V-neck dress, a black belt, and white stiletto sandals. Then she coiled her hair up to look beautiful and elegant.

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