Her birthday is 20 years old. After today, Girls' Generation has passed completely. It happened to be the weekend, and I was walking around the street alone, feeling like a stray cat.
Wandering on Broadway in the morning, I passed by a small theater and looked at the advertisement at the entrance. The La Traviata was rehearsed by students from a drama school in New York, a non-professional troupe.
So I went in and watched a scene, the performance was good, and I secretly shed a few tears. It was already noon when I came out, I bought a piece of chocolate cream cheese, sat alone on a bench in Central Park, and ate small bites.
Since she lost weight successfully, in order to maintain her figure, she has basically insulated from these high-calorie foods. But it's my birthday, let's indulge for a while, hum!
After eating lunch carefully, he threw the packing box into the trash can next to him, and carefully checked that the baby windbreaker was not stained with food residue, so he was relieved. He took out a tissue and wiped his hands, picked up his bag, and continued wandering.
Passing by Hell's Kitchen, turning into the Flatiron District, taking a long look at the Empire State Building, turning back, and unknowingly walking onto Fifth Avenue. I went to several luxury stores with my chin up, picking and choosing. In the end, although I didn’t buy anything, I noticed her Chanel trench coat. The shop assistants were still very enthusiastic about her and welcomed her to come again next time.
Why don't you come, it's so expensive!
The Chanel trench coat was given to her by him last time. It was white. She also took a beautiful street photo. She later found out that this trench coat was expensive, and the price was worth her salary for several episodes. If she had known the price in advance, she would not have charged it.
After shopping around, after being persuaded by an eloquent female clerk, I still couldn't resist spending more than two thousand dollars on a bottle of Dior perfume. It seemed that he liked the smell.
Hey, I couldn't help but think of that... bastard in the end.
After all, it was her 20th birthday, her parents and a few close friends all called and mailed birthday presents. That fellow Matthew Perry even gave her an expensive diamond bracelet and solemnly declared on the phone that she was right. She didn't have any extravagant thoughts, she just wished her a happy birthday, and at the same time returned her favor, and accepted it decisively, this guy who got lucky with shit.
Only he hadn't called for four and a half days.
In the past, on birthdays, even if she was not accompanied by her parents, she would call a few friends to have a meal or something, and search around for gifts lively.
It's a pity that she hasn't made any new friends in the crew. "Mary on the Move" is a women's romantic comedy in the workplace, with a total of four heroines. According to the number of roles, she is the second female lead.
When she first joined the group, the other three heroines were very warm to her. They went shopping together, watched dramas, had dinner, and got along with each other for a few days. Then they casually asked if they could introduce their boyfriends to them. Finally understood the cause of the matter, how could she be so popular from the beginning as an outsider
She had already unilaterally broken up with Eric, and the guy hadn't flown to New York to redeem herself, so she just 'tell the truth', and that was it.
The girls in the production team all wanted to become famous with this new series that NBC valued, stealing the show, intrigue, bribing the screenwriter, and sleeping with the producer. happened.
Among the few girls, she is considered the most beautiful, even surpassing the number one heroine. Therefore, she was inevitably harassed, and a diversity director even blatantly suggested that she could add some drama to her, as long as she had dinner with him at night. She flatly refused.
Until one day, the new handsome actor Brad Pitt was kicked out of the crew, and many things spread quickly in this circle. After that, no one dared to harass her anymore, even the producers of the TV series were very polite to her, praising her for finding a good boyfriend.
And she was even more isolated in the crew. Several other actresses called her a scheming bitch in private. When they said they broke up, they deliberately hid it and covered it. She didn't bother to defend it. .
I don't know if it didn't satisfy the audience's appetite. Anyway, the high expectations of "Mary in Action" have very low ratings. The average number of viewers per episode is less than 6 million. This season will be cut off after the broadcast. She didn't get as much fame from it as being that guy's girlfriend.
There will always be scattered news about her in the tabloids, and they will always be Eric Williams' current girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, rumored girlfriend, etc. According to the group of people, she will be killed every two days. Shake it once, and then she wouldn't dare to read the papers again, anyway, they would never call her the heroine of "Mary in Action" first, so sad, hateful fellow.
Before I knew it, night fell, and I still didn’t want to go back. I was used to making breakfast alone, watching TV alone, doing laundry alone, cheating on the street alone, and sleeping alone...
On my 20th birthday, a special day, I suddenly discovered that I am not lonely when I am alone, but I am lonely when I want to be alone.
On the opposite side of the street, there was a regular queue at the entrance of the movie theater, and they walked over curiously. The poster of "Pretty Woman" was hung high at the door, and the two leading actors were smiling and standing back to back. hateful. It's not a chance to sleep with that bastard, what's so great about it.
Click—
Click—
The familiar shutter sound came to mind, and when I turned my head to look, a paparazzi turned around as if nothing had happened. Obviously, she was photographed just now pouting and frowning at the poster, do you want to leave immediately
How would the other party write, "Ex-Girlfriend Sneers at Eric Williams' New Work"
Damn it, before she knew it, she still stood in the line to buy tickets, just as a way to praise you, bastard, look how much I miss you.
A few minutes later, he walked into the screening hall holding a movie ticket.
For two whole hours, she involuntarily brought herself into the position of the heroine, thinking to herself what would happen if she acted by herself.
The plot continued, oops, there was a revealing scene, and she subconsciously covered her bulging chest in the dark.
If he acted by himself, with that guy's hateful character, he would definitely delete this paragraph. Well, all right. It seemed that he didn't particularly care about the woman named Julia Roberts.
Thinking of this, she seemed to have successfully grabbed a play, or won a game of chess, or won the first place in the chicken wing eating competition when she was a child, anyway, it was these feelings.
Then she saw that the heroine got her own fairy tale, where is her fairy tale
With an empty heart, I walked out of the movie theater in frustration.
It was past nine o'clock and he couldn't go shopping anymore. He reminded himself more than once not to wander around alone at night, she has always been obedient.
After walking for a day, I didn't feel much. After sitting in the movie theater for two hours, my calf started to ache. I didn't want to move any more, so I waved for a taxi.
Climbing the stairs with difficulty, he finally reached the door of his apartment.
There was light in the cat's eyes, and inexplicable anticipation welled up in my heart.
Trembling, he took out the key and opened the door, and finally saw the busy figure in the living room.
All the strength was drained in an instant, who said that women are born to go shopping? It's just nonsense, so tired to say.
Leaning slantingly against the wall of the entrance, staring at that figure bewilderedly.
The busy man raised his head and smiled when he saw her.
"Well, Jenny, I'm really sorry. I didn't arrive until this afternoon. I stayed up until two o'clock in the morning to wait for the box office data last night. I didn't buy a ticket. I borrowed Mr. Diller's private jet, and it was already three in the afternoon when I arrived here It’s too late and you’re not at home, so I have to arrange it myself. I’m not familiar with New York, and I almost got lost when I was shopping, so I may not be fully prepared.”
She listened to his chatter and felt warm in her heart.
The man said to himself, struck a match, lit the candles on the cake one by one, and said, "Happy birthday!"
Throwing off the satchel, she still leaned against the wall, raised her hands in a very disfigured manner, and made a gesture of hugging him, with grievance in her voice: "Eric, my leg hurts..."