"I know you're surprised now, but you don't have to keep looking like this all the time, right?" Natalie, who was sitting on the stool, closed the book in her hand, and looked at the woman in front of her with one hand on her cheek and said calmly.
Angela, who finally closed her mouth, squeezed out a smile and shrugged, then sat down in front of Natalie and looked at the man next to her: "This classmate, we have something to discuss, please leave?"
Although she was smiling, the irresistible tone in her tone was very obvious. In addition, her sharp eyes pierced her body with coldness. The man who wanted to make fun of him shrank his neck, forced a smile and got up and left. .
"Look, she's such a careful woman." Natalie sighed, her eyes full of mischievous smiles.
"Careful eyes are not aimed at him, Nat," Angela raised her eyebrows and placed her arms on the table in the library, leaning forward and squinting her eyes, this is a typical expression of inquiring, "You should know that it is who and why."
"I have to regret to tell you, Angie, I went back to Harvard last night, so I was still in New York when you called." Natalie looked at her with interest. So, deception, this charge is not established."
"Ah?" Angela, who didn't expect it to be like this, couldn't help but hesitated, and asked weakly after a while: "At least... At least you can call me today or come to the villa to see me... "
"In the afternoon," Natalie spread her hands, "I plan to call you later in the afternoon, but I didn't expect that the guy who appeared out of school this whole semester would suddenly run into the library with books."
"That... um... " Angela scratched her face embarrassedly, and suddenly changed the subject with a smile: "By the way, why are you back? I remember you said that you were going to Montana with some friends for the summer vacation. ."
This face-changing speed is second to none. Natalie rolled her eyes: "Do you want to listen to official or private?"
"Let's listen to the official first." Angela said after thinking about it.
"The official explanation is that I want to use this summer vacation to read more books, because I will officially go to medical school in two months, and I have changed my mind in order to be prepared." Natalie said and raised the book in her hand. .
"And what about private?" Angela blinked her eyes with a look of hilarity, obviously she had guessed part of it.
The corners of Natalie's mouth were slightly raised, and her hands were crossed on the table: "The private explanation is that a bastard who has been away for a few months has finally returned. And I suddenly missed her so much, I ran back on impulse. ."
"Just on a whim?" Angela showed a disappointed look after the hilarity.
"Sure enough," Natalie snorted softly. "Whether you're acting or not, I've got the answer I want. In addition, the answer is the same as before."
Angela looked away to hide the embarrassment in her eyes, she knew what Natalie was talking about. But at the same time, I feel somewhat uncomfortable. When will the other party get rid of this bad habit
"Then it's your turn now," Natalie said. "Why did you come to school after returning to Boston?"
"Official or private?" Angela followed suit, but unfortunately Natalie didn't buy her account at all. She smiled and opened the book to read for herself.
Angela, who was uninterested in the discussion, pouted her lips dejectedly, and complained, "My reason is very simple. I want to graduate formally but I don't want to retake credits, so I have to use my time as much as possible." Here she glanced at Natalie unwillingly: "Of course, at the same time, it can also relieve the annoyance that someone is not around."
"That's a good rhetoric, so..." Natalie looked at the time, "Let's go to lunch, I'll treat you."
"Very well, I'm going to have a French meal outside Cambridge." Angela Lion said loudly.
"No problem, I can still afford a French dinner." Natalie shook her head with a smile, and got up to pack her books.
After all, lunch was still settled at school, and Angela was reluctant to let Natalie spend the money. After coming out of the library and walking all the way to the restaurant, they didn't speak again, they just walked side by side, each eating their own meal, but their eyes always stayed on each other.
After that, the two kept a silent tacit understanding and wandered around the campus before returning to the dormitory together. The moment the door was closed, they hugged each other, and they hugged each other quietly without any extra movement to feel each other's heartbeats.
"I missed you, Angie." Natalie whispered in Angela's ear, these simple words she would say every time they meet again after a long time apart.
"...Me too." When Angela said these words, her sad expression flashed across her face, and her body trembled slightly.
"Don't worry about it anymore, I just got used to it." Natalie, who had misunderstood her meaning, said comfortingly.
"I'm almost used to it." Angela, who had recovered, replied sarcastically.
After sitting down on the sofa with Natalie in her arms, Angela remembered what she was going to say before: "By the way, I'm going to Princeton to visit Mr. John Nash in two days. Would you like to accompany me?"
"To visit Mr. Nash? Why?" Natalie was a little surprised, but she immediately responded, "Sorry, I forgot, the new film you are directing is his biographical film."
"Yes, I had this idea when he bumped into me in Princeton. Remember? You were by my side at that time, and we chased for a while." Angela said with a smile.
"Of course, I still remember that you kept talking on the way back." Natalie shook her head and leaned back further into Angela's arms, "I can only say it depends on the situation— By the way, who did you choose to play him?"
"Russell Crowe, I remember telling you." Angela pretended to be dissatisfied.
"Okay, I just forgot, if you feel hurt, how about my apology?" Natalie made a face and asked again after knocking off the hand that the other party reached out to squeeze her cheek: " And what about his wife, Lady Alicia?"
"Well... You know it, and you are very familiar with it." Angela rolled her eyes and said mysteriously.
"I know?" Natalie thought for a few seconds. "Any hints?"
"You met in Warsaw last summer vacation." Angela said, moving her body slightly and looking at Natalie from the side, so that she could better observe the other party's reaction.
However, Natalie didn't say anything else, and called out her name at once: "You mean Kate?"
"Why not guess Julia?" Angela pretended to be surprised.
"Because someone once told me that her dear aunt has been pregnant for a few months." Natalie gave her a mocking look, and sighed after holding down the other's hand that wanted revenge: "And that is… "
She curled her lips and didn't say anything else, but Angela then continued meaningfully: "And you're eating their vinegar, right?"
Natalie glared at Angela angrily, and it didn't feel good to have her thoughts - even what the other party already knew - revealed. But she immediately asked suspiciously, "They?"
"Yes, they," Angela nodded. "About the same time I turn on the phone, Jessica will also be flying over to Harvard for a location, and the three of you will be together again."
Saying that, she blinked her eyes narrowly: "Don't..."
Although the words were not finished, Natalie knew what she meant, and immediately gave her a big white eye and got up and went to the back room. Angela stuck out her tongue and sighed softly on the sofa after the other party closed the door.
For the next two days, Angela resumed her life as a couple at Harvard with Natalie. It's just that although the ambiguity of the ear and temples is indispensable, there is no real love - even if it is sleeping in a blanket naked and hugging each other at night.
As the cast and crew arrived in Princeton, New Jersey, Angela finally went to visit John Nash as scheduled, but Natalie didn't go with her.
"I'm still not going, after all, it's your job." That's what she said. Whether it's the real reason is unknown. Angela didn't force it either, she herself had questions to think about. So when she showed up outside the Nashes' cottage in the suburbs of Princeton, she was surrounded by only star Russell Crowe besides Sparrow.
"Hello, Mrs. Alicia, it's my honor to meet you." Angela extended her hand to the hostess.
"Me too, Miss Angela." Alicia Nash smiled faintly.
Alicia in front of her is already gray-haired, but she can still vaguely see the beauty of her youth. Even if this beauty has disappeared with the passage of time, the refined and quiet temperament makes it impossible for anyone to see her. ignore. If it wasn't for her being by Nash's side all the time, the genius probably wouldn't wake up so easily.
"He's waiting for you in the study, please don't talk too long." The old woman urged.
"Yes. Madam." Angela nodded respectfully.
Led by Mrs. Alicia, they quickly came to the outside of the study, knocked on the door, and waited until there was a vague "please come in", and then Angela and the others pushed the door open.
"Hello, Professor Nash, I'm Angela Mason." Angela shook hands with the old man who stood up from behind the desk.
The real John Nash is dry and thin, with gray hair, several age spots on his face, especially large ears, and his calm appearance makes him look no different from other old people.
"Ellie told me that you are the producer who wants to put my life on the screen." Nash said after sitting down, and then looked puzzled: "Are filmmakers as young as you these days? "
"Well... I'm a special case," Angela twitched the corners of her mouth. Speaking of which, this is the first time someone has no idea of her genius name, but it's better not to pretend to be a real genius like Nash.
"I think I can explain, if you're willing to listen, Professor." Angela explained sincerely.
Nash fell into silence immediately, and Angela didn't dare to speak again, and Sparrow and Chloe just sat in the chairs and waited. Ten minutes passed quickly, but the other party didn't speak any more, Angela couldn't help but feel strange and impatient. She secretly winked at Sparrow and Chloe, hoping they would break the silence. But Chloe gave her a calm gesture.
So Angela continued to wait, and after another five minutes Nash finally spoke: "It's nothing."
nothing? what... nothing? Angela blinked and didn't understand at all: "Professor, what do you mean?"
The old man looked up at her and showed a gentle smile: "It's nothing, just make it if you want."
Angela suddenly felt ridiculous. You came to this conclusion after thinking for a long time? Depressed and depressed, what should be said is still to say: "I think the professor should have read the script, do you think there is anything untrue?"
"I watched it for a while, and Ellie watched it. She said it was good, so it was good." Nash always maintained that gentle smile.
"Can you be specific?" Angela asked reluctantly, "Or for me, you come to ask questions."
However, for the next ten minutes, Nash seemed to be attending a game theory lecture at Princeton University - he hardly spoke at the lecture - only occasionally said a few words, but he was listening carefully.
Faced with this situation, Angela did not withdraw. To be honest, about these things, the film had already communicated with Mrs. Alicia when the film was being prepared. I would come to visit Nash mainly because I wanted to meet the master and talk about my life at the same time - definitely not to gossip. —What I didn’t expect was that this meeting was too…
"I'm really sorry, he prefers to listen to other people's speeches now, and even his speeches will be as concise as possible." Alicia said apologetically when she sent Angela away.
"It's alright, I think I can understand." The depressed Angela still maintained her proper manner, owed her respect to the old lady again, and left the villa.
"It's not a bad meeting, but it's definitely not very pleasant," Angela complained after walking to the side of the car. "I'm almost suffocated. Is this the normal state of Professor Nash?"
The last sentence is to ask Russell Crowe, who has come to visit Nash once before this.
"Mr. Nash is still talkative, although he speaks concisely. But there are also many times when he is in a daze. The last time I came to see him, he spent 15 minutes in meditation to decide whether to drink tea or coffee." Russell recalled Said, followed him to look at Angela and showed a mocking smile: "It seems that Miss Genius also has a time when she can't do anything."
"It looks like you're ready, but if it wasn't Professor Nash, but Maximus or some other image I saw after I turned it on, I wouldn't be polite." Angela raised her eyebrows.
Russell immediately shrugged and turned to his car.
To be honest, Russell Crowe is a very dedicated actor. He has been preparing since he agreed to play John Nash - such as his previous meeting with Nash - not only read the original novel and Angela's script in detail, but also A lot of relevant information has also been collected for reference. When he was notified that he needed to gain weight, he did not hesitate to make himself 8 pounds heavier. When Angela met him for the first time, he was no longer as strong as Maximus, and he was more like a sweater. A strong college student.
But dedication is one thing, but character is another.
"Oh, beautiful Miss Angela, I've seen your movies, and those magazines. I have to say, you're as beautiful in person as you look in the pictures, and you're a true princess." Russell when we first met Zeng said with bright eyes.
Although it could be heard that he came from the bottom of his heart, Angela didn't like the way he looked at her, so she pressed her back with a blank expression: "I usually think of myself as an ugly witch at work."
Russell was embarrassed, and then said embarrassingly: "No wonder you can direct such a movie."
And then the question is over, and the good thing about dealing with smart people is that they understand what it means to be okay. Russell never said anything like that again. After getting familiar with it, he would occasionally make those little jokes. As long as Angela showed dissatisfaction, he would shut up immediately.
"Have you heard the news from Harvard? Then let the crew go there right away." Angela turned over the schedule handed over by Sparrow and was a little depressed: "I should have let them go to Boston first."
The crew got permission from Princeton University more than a month ago to build a 1950s architectural set in the northwest corner for filming, and most of the scenes will be shot in Princeton, so the crew flew non-stop to New Jersey.
Angela chose to start the film at Harvard, and there are very good reasons: Harvard's scene is only so small, if it is not finished at the beginning, then it has to be at the end. It's impossible to go to Boston in the middle of the filming in Princeton, right
It's just that the crew members have to work hard. Although Massachusetts and New Jersey are not far apart, travel is inevitable.
"You can wait until the New Jersey scene is done if you want," Sparrow said. "You could even spend a little money to set up a 1950s Harvard here."
"Well... I don't think it's a hard trip at all, and everyone must be eager to see the two famous universities." Angela said immediately, and the previous depression and worry disappeared in an instant. It really changes face faster than turning over a book.
Well, after so busy preparing for so long, "A Beautiful Mind" is finally going to be officially launched... Since I chose it to learn how to adapt a biography, I must grasp it well. Angela said in her heart, looking at the scene outside the car window. Everything is for its own purpose.