"I praise myself and sing about myself,
What I bear you will bear,
Because every atom that belongs to me also belongs to you.
I loiter and invite my soul,
I leaned over and looked leisurely at a summer blade of grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, formed in this soil, in this air,
It was born to the parents here, the parents of the parents were born here, and so were their parents,
I, now thirty-seven years old, born in perfect health,
Hope it will always be like this until death.
Creeds and schools are for the time being,
And take a step back, it is enough to understand their current situation, but it is by no means forgotten,
Whether I am good or evil, I am allowed to express my opinion at will,
Go with nature and keep the original vitality. "
Leaning on the park bench, the brown-haired girl followed her fingertips, reciting Whitman's poems in a low voice, her white and tender calves swaying back and forth gently with the caressing breeze, wearing light blue sandals hanging in the air. From time to time, the little feet lightly tap the ground, keeping the calf at a constant speed, and the book on the thigh fluctuates slightly with the rhythm, making the writing on the paper dance.
The westward sun exudes a golden afterglow and falls on her body, pulling out a long figure. The girl reads slowly with a smile, looking peaceful and beautiful.
All of a sudden, it was dark, and a pair of hands covered her eyes from behind, followed by a high-pitched voice that gave people goosebumps: "Hey, little girl, let's play a game, shall we? It's great to play. Sugar reward!"
The maliciousness in the tone was very obvious, so this made the girl panic at first, but she soon heard the gloating in the tone-shifting voice, so she immediately calmed down again, keeping her posture without moving. not talking.
"If you don't speak, it's your default. I guarantee you will have a good time." The sharp voice continued to talk, but the girl kept her composure and let the other party say what she didn't say. Who is joking with her.
Finally, the man behind said a lot of words and saw that the girl still didn't respond, so he couldn't help but said with aggravated tone: "Okay, let's start our game!" Next to his face, it seems that he is about to start.
And the girl who had been silent for a while finally spoke up at this time: "An~ji~la~"
The word seemed to have magical power, and the man behind him froze, and after a while he asked, "Nat, how did you recognize it."
Natalie took the time to push aside the hand that was still covering her eyes, turned her head and looked at Angela who was leaning forward on the back of the bench in surprise, and said with a half-smile, "You are talking about the last thing. When you speak, your accent is exposed, and I am very good at distinguishing accents."
"Well, it seems that my acting skills are not at home." Angela curled her lips, walked around and sat down with Natalie, but she didn't know that Natalie didn't tell the truth just now, except that she heard her Besides her voice, she could smell her scent!
Natalie didn't know what was going on, but when Angela put her head close, she did smell a faint and comfortable fragrance, and this smell was intimate contact in the bathroom. She has smelled it since then. Although everyone has their own smell, Natalie is not a puppy after all, so she was surprised that she could judge that it was Angela's smell at the first time.
"Why did you come here? Also, did my father betray me or my mother betrayed me?" Natalie asked, holding her hands together.
"Why can't I come here? Is this place already occupied by Martians?" Angela shrugged with open arms.
Natalie could only roll her eyes and explain, "I'm asking, why are you here, New York, Long Island, Winnet Park!"
"I'm in New York because I have summer vacation, I'm in Long Island because my grandpa lives here, and I'm in Winnet Park because you're here, Nat, I miss you." Angela's eyes blinked, Jeanne Tully couldn't help but think about the intimate encounter that day.
What the hell is wrong with me? She asked herself in her heart that she had forgotten about that day with great difficulty in the past few months, but Angela made her think again and clearly. This is not to say that she hates Angela, but she always feels that that kind of behavior makes her a little uneasy, and she feels like she is a thief and everyone is watching her.
"What are you looking at?" Angela leaned over again, reaching out and flipping through the book in Natalie's hand.
"Ah, yes, in summer I often come to this small park to find a place to read by myself. Anyway, it's not far from home." Natalie nodded, and then sighed with emotion. : "A lot of books have been read here, "Charlotte's Web," "The Prince and the Pauper," and "The Adventures of Huckle Berriffin," and oh, and "Uncle Tom's Cabin," too. I've finished reading here." She didn't notice that Angela tilted her head, and muttered softly: Sure enough, she is a top student.
"By the way, Angie, have you read "Leaves of Grass"?" Natalie suddenly raised the book in her hand, "I read it for the first time today, although I don't fully understand what Mr. Whitman wants to express. Something, but very resonant.”
"Well... yes, I've read some, not too much, but I remember British novelist D.H. Lawrence commenting that he was the first to shoot at the cliché of 'the human soul is above the body'!" Angela With a dry cough, he puffed out his chest and said, "I'm very lucky, I can still remember some stories about Whitman, and I occasionally glanced at him when I was flipping through the books in my father's study. Embarrassed.
So in order to prevent Natalie from asking related questions, the ignorant guy started to change the subject: "By the way, Nat, how does it feel to make a movie? I'm sure you must have done a good job!"
"I also think I'm doing a good job, but... As for the feeling..." Natalie thought for a while, showing an expression of both love and disgust, "Mr. Jean Reno is a gentleman, while Mr. Gary Oldman is a private It's also funny underneath, but Luc Besson…”
She bit her lip and said after a long while, "He actually asked me to wear nothing under the bath towel when I was shooting in the bathroom!"
"What?" Angela's eyes widened, "This is too much! But... you agreed?"
"Of course not! Mom didn't agree. After repeated negotiations, Mr. Renault didn't recommend this, so he let him withdraw his decision." Natalie shook her head, obviously disliking Luc Besson.
"Well, this was my mistake, I shouldn't have given the script to that Frenchman." Angela raised her head, she was really speechless about Luc Besson, although she had already crossed out the bathroom scene in the script, But the guy didn't give up and wanted to add it. Wouldn't the French feel uncomfortable if they didn't add a few nude scenes to the movie
If it wasn't for the fear that "Killer Leon" was inferior to the original, and if the script hadn't been sent out by accident... Forget it, the filming is over, and if there is more, it will be useless unless you are reborn again. But this shows that the director and producer are the greatest talents. Maybe I should go to a film school to be a director, and then... Unspoken rules...
Angela squinted her eyes and looked at Natalie, but then she came to her senses and stopped her own dirty thoughts, damn unspoken rules, with her own physical fitness, who might be caught by unspoken rules, this is really annoying. topic.
"Well, Nat, if that guy Luc Besson invites me to compose the soundtrack for the movie, I will definitely reprimand him for you!" Angela said with a small fist.
"You're going to score the movie?" Natalie asked suspiciously.
"Of course... Well, that's what I told him, I can arrange the soundtrack for the movie, but he doesn't seem to believe that much, at least he hasn't given me any news yet." Angela shrugged.
"Okay, the soundtrack master, if you want to help me reprimand him, you can take the initiative to fly to Paris to his office, and point his nose to his face to preach, instead of waiting for him to invite you. , that's what you did." Natalie grimaced eccentrically, very cute.
"Hey, I'm serious, I sent the theme song in April." Angela said hurriedly, as if she was afraid that Natalie wouldn't believe it, and then said conspicuously: "You know, I have already released a song. Zhang EP is a popular song, and a pure music piano EP is in preparation, and it is based on my three popular songs..."
Before she finished speaking, Natalie interrupted with her eyes wide open: "Wait, Angie, don't you mean to say, you are Miss AM, right?"
Angela was stunned, and suddenly remembered that the pure music EP had already been released in early July, right? Hell, because of her body, she actually forgot about this, she hurriedly asked, "Have you heard of "Recall"?"
Natalie shrugged, then took out an EP that was still poorly packaged from her backpack and raised it: "I don't often listen to pop music, but Ellie from the neighbor recommended this pure music EP to me, so I just I bought it back, it's very good, I like it very much, and then I went to find the first EP of Miss AM, which is also very good. She can write those beautiful songs and compose them into piano music, but it's not true. not simple."
After she finished speaking, she raised her eyebrows and looked at Angela, looking like she didn't want to lie to me, Angela pouted for a moment, then got closer and said, "Can you come to my grandpa's house after dinner? Or just go to my grandpa's house for dinner?"
"What are you going to do?" Natalie asked, shrinking back.
"I have a friend who came from England, she was a student at Cambridge University, and during the summer she chose a topic about the establishment and development of New York in the 17th century, and we needed a guide to show us around New York, you know, although I I often come to New York, so you probably don't know much about it here, so let's talk about it, of course, more importantly—" Angie stretched out her hands, raised them in front of Natalie, and squeezed them into fists with a sneer : "I'll teach you how to play those two pieces from "Recall" on the piano!"