After the show in Milan, Angela and the others also ended their trip in Italy and switched to Paris. This time, instead of taking a plane, they chose a car and a train. Instead of going directly to France, they went to Switzerland first, because the girl wanted Go to Tolochenac and lay a bouquet of flowers at the tomb of the old lady.
As for Liv, she came to Italy to make a movie. Participating in Armani's fashion show is a temporary cameo. Although old man George really wanted to sign her, she has long been "famous", and the announcements in New York can be arranged. It was the end of July, and the plane tickets were booked early, so I could only decline Angela's travel invitation.
In fact, the girl's invitation was just out of politeness, so after Liv refused, she did not insist, although with her confused personality, some words can be completely ignored! In fact, after attending a small party with Giorgio Armani and the models, Liv never mentioned the idea that made the two girls laugh and cry—perhaps she didn't even realize she was being heard by them. .
But the problem is that Angela is a little unclear about Natalie's mind. Is she jealous? Not like ah! But her intuition always told her that Natalie always had something in her heart, and Angela didn't know what it was. Tileaf's nonsense even gave up the idea of visiting Sophie Marceau who was still in Italy through old man George.
However, after arriving in Switzerland to go to Tolochenac, this inexplicable atmosphere slowly faded as Angela told the story between her and his wife.
"Nat, has anyone ever said that you look a lot like Madam?!" Angela asked suddenly while walking on the streets of Zurich.
"Is there?" Natalie was a little surprised, turned her head and looked at the translucent window of the store, "I don't think I have anything similar to the old lady."
"However, I think you are very similar in some ways." The girl said with a smile, turned her shoulders, and pointedly pointed between her nose and eyes: "Here, here, and here, they are all very different. Like, in a few years, someone will definitely put the word 'small' in front of you."
"So, do you think I'll become unusual with this 'little'?" Natalie's eyebrows twitched.
"Okay, okay, I know you are you, the old lady is the old lady, so I'm just making you happy." Angela laughed and shook Natalie's shoulders, she just wanted to see the other party's emotions How, obviously the result makes her very satisfied.
"Make me happy?" Natalie narrowed her eyes. She is not a fool. If she was really displeased by the question of "small" or "small" just now, then when Angela said the last sentence, she immediately understood When he came over, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he was about to show the half-smile look that he had a few days ago.
But Angela would not give her this chance. Immediately laughed and took 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'll find something good."
Just know to change the subject! Natalie snorted softly in her heart, and walked in with her half-push, 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 arranged neatly and regularly. 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 and French. And Italian three, and there is no distinction between first and second!
There is an interesting saying about Switzerland that Switzerland is made up of a group of French who don't want to be French, a group of Germans who don't want to be German, and a group of Italians who don't want to be Italian! One can imagine how much effort it would take to communicate if it was the first time here.
However, this did not cause much trouble to Angela and Natalie. Both girls can speak French well. Even in a northern region such as Zurich, close to Germany, ordinary people can speak a few French even if they do not know English. of.
"So, you rarely read other books? Don't you also read those theoretical books?"
"It depends on what kind of theory it is. If it is about the director's theory, maybe I will read some, but I won't read too much. There are many theories that you will only understand their true meaning when you practice."
"Of course, but I don't think it's harmful to know more about theories. The more you know, the sooner you will understand which ones are applicable to you in practice. Experienced reference is better than your own exploration! But... I think you should read For theoretical books related to performance, why would you think of watching a director?"
"Come on, Nat, you're talking about how many theoretical books you've read since you started acting—I mean, when you're acting in front of adults or at school? More are accumulated, aren't they?"
The two girls were chatting in a low voice while turning over the bookshelves in the French section. Soon, the bookshelves in the French section came to an end, and the German section was ahead. The two were about to turn around and leave. The bookstore was a little smaller. , nothing interested them. At this moment, Angela cast a strange glance towards the German-speaking area.
Years later, when the girl looks back on it, she thinks it was God's will, although she knows that even if she doesn't have that look, she will still take the time to find it in the days to come, but compared to a chance encounter like this, I have to say Something was guiding her in the dark.
It was a 32-open paperback book of moderate thickness. The printing was not exquisite. The whole cover was yellow like an old photo. Although the German letters on it were very conspicuous, Angela, who did not understand German, did not know what it meant. , but her eyes fell on the figure on the cover, which took up one-third of the entire cover was a middle-aged head figure, bald, with only some thinning hair on the back of the head, wearing these round glasses, Calmly staring ahead.
This image is so familiar, it immediately hooked up Angela's memories, and the appearance that had faded in the past ten years of life became clear again, but it wasn't so coincidental, right
"Angie, what's the matter?" Natalie, who was walking in front, looked back at her strangely.
The girl didn't answer, she walked quickly to the German area and took the book off the shelf, and then 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 and more. Clear, Angela immediately walked to the exit, wanting to verify her own thoughts is very simple.
"Hello, sir, what's the name of this book?" The girl walked to the cashier and handed the book to the shopkeeper.
The shop owner was a middle-aged man in his forties with a big rosacea. After he took the book, he gave Angela a strange look. himself, but he didn't ask. After he took it over and took a closer look, he answered plainly: "This is "Rabe's Diary", miss."
Angela's heart skipped a beat, and after taking a deep breath, she asked again, "Then 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 again, and finally found a book about the same size as the one just now. The cover and printing were very similar, but the edges were a little frizzy, apparently there was a lot of it. Time, but the French on the cover clearly told Angela that the order of the letters was indeed "Rabe's Diary"!
"It was published in more than ten countries in Europe at the beginning of this year, and it sold well in German-speaking regions. French is very general, but there is no English." The owner explained.
But Angela was not listening. After quickly flipping through the book to make sure, she raised her voice: "I bought it!"
"Angie, what book did you buy?" Natalie started asking 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 shush, then took out her phone and started Dial.
"Jack? It's me, is it 5 o'clock on your side? Well, I'm sorry to wake you up from your dream, but I'm in a hurry. I want to buy the rights to adapt and produce a book." Angela He turned over the book in his hand and told him the book number and the name of the publisher, "If possible, please do this as soon as possible, and you haven't found another book I want since the end of 1992. , I really doubt that you have taken it to heart, okay, don't disturb your sleep, that's all!"
After the short call, the girl sighed softly, and her spirit suddenly became a little dazed, until Natalie waved her hand in front of her: "Hey, you are in a trance again!"
"What? Oh, sorry, I just thought of something." The girl smiled apologetically.
"So, shouldn't you explain?" Natalie spread her hands.
Angela thought for a while, glanced at the two nearby bodyguards, took her to sit on the bench under the tree by the street, and then handed her the book in her hand: "Let's take a look first."
Natalie took the book with some doubts and began to read it. She didn't read fast. Although there was no problem in oral communication in French, her text reading was still a little weak. Fortunately, Angela was always by her side to explain it to her.
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 in Winnet Park sat side by side, side by side, slowly reading the books in their hands, exchanging from time to time. The next comment, but this time the reading is no longer easy.
Finally, Natalie finished reading the book in her hand, silently closed it and looked at the ground in a trance. After a while, she asked, "Is the content here true?"
"Since it is a diary with a real name and surname, there should be very little fraud." Angela said lightly.
"But why have I never heard of it?"
"It's not surprising," a mocking smile appeared on the corner of the girl's mouth. "If it wasn't for my grandma's half-Chinese descent, and if it weren't for her having many Chinese friends, maybe I wouldn't know."
"So you want to buy the adaptation rights and write it into a script?" Natalie stroked the cover of the book. "Like 'Annie Diaries' or 'Schindler's List'?"
"Actually, I plan to produce and direct it myself!" Angela turned her head abruptly, her emerald green eyes flashing like fire!