Seattle was lit up at night, but the sky revealed a deep dampness, a royal blue glow that rippled and spread outward, and the air was filled with a faint vapor of earth, trees, and the sea, lingering under the nose, a smell very different from other cities. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Miss, it's windy tonight, so let's close the windows, I'm worried about catching a cold. ”

The taxi driver's voice came from the front seat, and you could hear the warm worry in his voice, which made the corners of Rooney-Mara's mouth slightly outline a light smile, and she replied kindly, "It's okay." I need a little fresh air right now. Without explaining too much, she turned her head again to look out the window, and watched as the buildings began to retreat like a boat riding the wind and waves on the sea in the middle of the night.

Rooney felt that she must be crazy, if not completely insane, but not far away.

Tonight is the Oscars, the annual event, and all eyes from all over the world are focused on the Kodak Theater, and how many actors have squeezed their heads to be able to attend this extravaganza, even if it's just to appear on the red carpet, that's good.

Everyone who walks on the red carpet will be subjected to a laser scan of tens of millions of eyes, and every detail of the body will be severely tested, especially for actresses, who do their best to keep themselves in the best condition, desperate to cover up every subtle flaw on their body, just hoping to be able to show themselves in the most perfect posture.

As a little red in the green bushes of the "social network", Rooney easily qualified to attend the award ceremony. In fact, David Fincher personally carried her on the red carpet, and it can be seen that David values her. Even if in fact, this is a complete men's movie, and the presence of women is almost zero, and it is more just a symbol of value.

Her agent has repeatedly stressed how important tonight is, how rare the opportunity is, which will be decisive for her future career as an actor, and her agent has been tirelessly nagging about manners, social interactions, politeness, and especially which producers, directors, and actors to deal with tonight.

She always had a sense of nihilistic absurdity. Not just because she didn't get any nominations, not just because her role in the film wasn't heavy, not just because she wasn't even an award presenter, but because she never felt involved, as if she were nothing more than a flower pot on the red carpet doorway, or a statue — or, in more plain words: a vase.

The moment the flash light descended, Rooney felt like a commodity waiting to be sold, and the gaze and gaze hidden behind the spotlight were a judgment of the merits. Every part and every detail of her body can be measured in money.

The earrings are worth $80,000, the necklace is worth $300,000, the pouch is worth $250,000, the evening dress is worth $170,000, and the heels are worth $55,000......

Also, her hair, her nose, her eyes, her breasts, her waist, her hands and feet......

Every part was clearly priced, and the burning gaze made her almost breathless. He has an elegant and bright smile on his face, but deep down in his soul he is always a bystander, coldly and indifferently watching the madness of this world.

She's crazy. Rooney thinks so, perhaps, she is the muttering waiter in "Waiting for Godot", living in her own world, becoming an alien in her eyes, out of place with society, and then the oxygen is withdrawn little by little, and finally embraces death alone.

After the awards ceremony, the next step is Oscar Night, the celebration party held by "Vanity Fair" is even more lively than the Oscars itself, and it is rumored that one ticket to the Oscar Night has been sold for $40,000.

$40,000, just to enter the tomb of the living dead who eats people and doesn't spit out bones.

Rooney got into a cab and prepared to go back to the hotel, change into a second evening dress, and attend Oscar night, where she was saddled with an extremely important task, and her agent stuffed her with a long list of names she had to meet and socialize with. Only then will she be able to take the role of "girl with a dragon tattoo".

Yes, it's all for the sake of the "girl with a dragon tattoo".

After the announcement of the project of this work, almost half of Hollywood's school-age actresses flocked to it, and everyone was desperate to get the role, even by any means. With the cooperation of "social networks" and the personal relationship with David, Rooney has a slight head start, but this is still not enough.

Tonight is the decisive moment.

However, looking out the window at the spacious and bustling streets of Los Angeles, a wave of irritability hit my heart. She felt like she was cheap. She knew it was her pride and youthfulness, but she just couldn't control it, and before she knew it, she blurted out, "Sir, go to the airport." ”

And then, here she is. After a three-hour flight, it was already one o'clock in the morning when the plane landed smoothly.

The overheated brain gradually cooled down, and after the impulsive emotions dissipated, it finally calmed down. She finally understood what she had done, she bought the nearest ticket at the airport counter, regardless of destination, and then got on the plane, turned off her mobile phone, and fell asleep on the plane.

Wearing her evening gown.

But why? Why did she do this? What should she do next? And, where is this?

When she learned that she had come to Seattle, Rooney couldn't help but laugh dumbly, was this luck? Or was it a coincidence? A random plane ticket led her to the Emerald City, where she had no friends living in Seattle, but a friend who was working in Seattle.

Blue Rite Hall.

Without any hesitation, she reported the address of the crew of "Me Against Cancer" to the taxi driver. The address had been thunderous for the past few days, with half of Hollywood's reporters gathering there to corral Lan Li in his apartment as if he had besieged Michael Jackson in the first place.

"Ranley Hall. Rooney whispered the name, unfamiliar syllables jumping between her lips and teeth.

It's a good thing to be able to meet a friend and pass the time in an unfamiliar city. It's just that it's already the middle of the night, and I don't know if Lan Li is still awake, let alone if the crew of "Fighting Cancer" is still there to continue filming.

Tonight, Lan Li did not attend the award ceremony.

Inexplicably, Rooney was a little envious and a little admired. With such a blue salute, she couldn't help but raise her head and look up. How much courage does it take to refuse the Oscar and choose to stay in the crew to continue working, how much perseverance does it take to persuade the agent to give up his obsession with the academy, and how much tenacity does it take to devote himself to the performance in the midst of the bustle and noise.

Those moments of Telluride are replayed vividly in my mind again, like an old movie.

"Miss, here we are. ”

The taxi driver's voice interrupted Rooney's thoughts, and she looked up and handed over her credit card. She had a palm-sized handbag and a lipstick, a powder, a credit card, and a cell phone. "Thank you. ”

"Miss, are you sure you're okay?" asked the taxi driver with concern.

Rooney followed his gaze and looked down at his outfit and smiled, "I'm fine." "Yes, she wasn't good before, but now, she's good. "It couldn't be better. ”

Stepping out of the taxi, Rooney raised his head to look for the famous peacock blue apartment door, and then saw a white and chubby young man sitting on the steps of the door, his hands on his knees, leaning on his chin, his eyes drifting in one direction from time to time, Rooney looked over reflexively.

Then she saw a bald head.

"Poof. Rooney's first reaction was to laugh out loud, and under the lazy milky light, the slippery head looked too funny, but it didn't look like another light bulb, more like ...... Cactus, and a pruned cactus.

Rooney pursed the corners of her lips and the laughter disappeared in the humid air like smoke, and then she noticed the curve of the side of her face that connected the lines of her bare head. The handsome and elegant facial features are less elegant and bookish, but they add a little poet's quietness, and the eyebrows and eyes outlined like ink add a touch of tenacity in the cold moonlight.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but be slightly closed, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and his delicate eyes stared roundly, almost unable to believe what he saw, and couldn't help but take half a step forward, trying to see more clearly, but because of fear and strangeness, he couldn't help but stop, and watched from a distance.

That's Ranley Hall.

Rooney knew that although it was a little strange, although it was a little rusty, although it was a little strange, it was indeed Lan Li. What the hell happened? It was just the time difference at the Oscars that the blue ceremony became ...... Bareheaded?

It's a little ridiculous, it's a little funny, Rooney can't help but raise the corners of her mouth, and when she thinks about it seriously, the sense of absurd joy becomes more and more surging.

Those actors did everything they could to get on the red carpet of the Oscars, and the red carpet with their fragrant sideburns, clever smiles, and elegance and calmness were bathed in the spotlight, wearing masks one after another, pretending to be a strange image, and accepting the cheers of the world.

Lan Li, on the other hand, stayed quietly in Seattle...... With a bald head and sitting quietly on a bench, the long street was deserted. The lonely street lamps stretched the projection to the old elder.

"Huh. Rooney couldn't hold back any longer, clapping her hands and laughing.