Great Artist

Chapter 1992: at least today

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Evan Bell is sitting on the window sill and is composing a score. Anne Hathaway has been watching "One Day" for the past two days. He also got some inspiration, so he took out a word written for "One Day" some time ago. , and start composing for it. However, the process of composing the tune was not smooth. I don't know if it was because of the moonlight. Evan Bell wrote the tune too sadly. He didn't even need to hum the melody. occupied.

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Evan Bell thought about whether he should make some changes, but suddenly there was movement behind him. When he turned around subconsciously, he saw Anne Hathaway standing at the door.

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It was already past twelve o’clock in the middle of the night, and the surroundings were dark. Although a bedside lamp was turned on in the room, and the moonlight filled half of the room, the shadow at the door was still very thick, and it could only be dimmed. Outlining a figure of Anne Hathaway, the tall and slender figure even seemed a little thin at this time, as if the darkness on her shoulders was about to crush her.

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The cold moonlight weaved a carpet on the ground, reflecting the glittering light, making her figure illusory and fragile, as if it would turn into a fragment of the ground with a light touch. The sad whimper was particularly fragile in the moonlight, and the grief in my heart rolled like this.

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Evan Bell put the sketchbook on his knees on the window sill, walked down, walked up to him quickly, grabbed Anne Hathaway's curled shoulders, and hugged it tightly. Hold it in your chest. Evan Bell didn't speak either, just hugged Anne Hathaway and calmed her down with the warmth of his shoulders.

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Anne Hathaway breathed greedily on the smell of Evan Bell's pajamas. It was a dry licorice fragrance. Evan Bell's shower gel has always used this scent, and it hasn't changed since she was a child. This smell made Anne Hathaway feel very stable, her beating heart gradually slowed down, and the sadness that seemed to explode in her chest also flowed into Evan Bell's pajamas with tears. Leaning on Evan Bell's chest, you can feel Evan Bell's hot body temperature through the pajamas, which makes Anne Hathaway feel a burst of warmth, and the tight muscles and emotions seem to be invisible. softened in.

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"Can't Emma continue to live?" Anne Hathaway's muffled voice came from Evan Bell's chest, with a hint of crying. This question made Evan Bell suddenly realize that it was all caused by "one day", and he couldn't help showing an embarrassed smile, "Why can't Emma and Dexter live happily together in the end? Why are they Can't you have a lasting love?"

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Listening to Anne Hathaway's questions one after another, Evan Bell did not answer in a hurry, just gently wrapped around Anne Hathaway's waist and lifted it up, leaving Anne Hathaway's pair naked Putting his feet on his own in cotton slippers, he hugged Anne Hathaway, as if he was jumping four steps slower, moving little by little in the room. The gently rocking rhythm, like the cradle of a mother coaxing her child to sleep, calmed Anne Hathaway's mood gradually.

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Evan Bell knew that these two days were Anne Hathaway's period, which was a sensitive moment for a woman, which made her emotionally unstable, and the story of "One Day" was too turbulent, so Anne- Hathaway had a rare break down and cried. The last time Anne Hathaway had such a big emotional meltdown was very vague in Evan Bell's memory, so he knew he had to be careful and patient.

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"Because I want to tell Dexter, please cherish everyone around you, please cherish every day you live." Evan Bell whispered, Anne Hathaway resting her left ear against Evan Bell's chest On, listening to the magnetic resonance vibrating his eardrums, the rhythm of his heartbeat involuntarily began to match the rate of Evan Bell. "In this world, not everyone can find their own happiness. More people spend their whole lives looking for happiness, but they are always lost on the way, can't find the direction, and can't find the end. In the end, only Can say goodbye to this world in a hurry."

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Anne Hathaway didn't continue to speak, she just listened to Evan Bell's narration quietly, the low resonance was like a cello, warm and beautiful, as if the noise of the whole world had disappeared.

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"Dexter is lucky, he has Emma guarding him all his life, but he never knows how to cherish it. He is wasting his youth, his years, and his life, and at the same time, he is also wasting Emma's life. ." Evan Bell said here, his nasal voice was also a little heavy.

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In fact, a large part of the story of "One Day" is inspired by himself, but it is somewhat different. Compared with his own and Anne Hathaway's story, Evan Bell added more destiny colors when he created Emma and Dexter, because he reminded himself that rebirth is already given by God His greatest gift, if he doesn't know how to cherish it, then there will be no chance to redeem it. Dexter had no chance of redemption, and his happiness with Emma lasted only three years. "If Dexter and Emma live happily ever after, maybe in five years, after ten years, Dexter will still destroy everything by himself, because he's a **** who doesn't know how to cherish and consumes Emma's In ten years, will it still consume Emma's life? He is not worth Emma's doing." Evan Bell whispered, "So in the happiest and most beautiful moments of his and Emma's life, time is forever. It stopped at that moment. Emma left. She spent twenty years looking for her own happiness, and she found it. She will forever imprison this happiness in her memory and never fade. Dex Te stayed, he spent twenty years squandering his life and Emma's life, and then he found happiness. Although it was only a short three years, he would spend his life remembering this period of happiness. Emma is him The deepest imprint in my memory."

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"Does it have to be so cruel?" Anne Hathaway murmured after not speaking for a long time. But because I cried so hard, my voice was hoarse. At this time, Anne Hathaway also realized that her emotions would fluctuate so much, mainly because of her period, but fortunately Evan Bell understood all this.

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"Yes." Evan Bell replied in a low voice, "This is the connotation and awakening of Dexter's correction, isn't it?"

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Anne-Hathaway didn't answer right away, but after a long time, she sighed a long time, as a sign of approval.

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Indeed, more often than not, tragedy is always more powerful than comedy. It does not refer to those tragedies made for gimmicks. The real tragedy makes it easier for people to clear the fog in front of them and see clearly the true meaning behind sweetness and happiness. . It would be great if human beings could be smarter and detect mistakes before tragedy strikes.

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"Do you think Dexter loves Emma?" Anne Hathaway changed the subject, wondering if it was a hormonal relationship. At this time, Anne Hathaway, like most women, was entangled in the novel The details are entangled in the question of whether this love is real or not.

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"Do you think I love you?" Evan Bell said with a smile, drawing a faint arc on the corner of his mouth. As a result, Anne Hathaway raised her head and pressed her chin against Evan Bell's chest. "You need to answer this question." Evan Bell carried Anne Hathaway's weight on her feet. I couldn't help but stop for a while, now it's alright, dig a hole and jump by myself.

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"I love you." Evan Bell looked at Anne Hathaway's eyes rippling in the moonlight, and said seriously, "Dexter loves Emma, ​​maybe from the beginning. In love, he just never knew it, he was a fool and a jerk."

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Hearing Evan Bell's answer, Anne Hathaway's eyes finally showed a little smile, she stood on tiptoe and placed a kiss on Evan Bell's lips, and then released the force, the weight of her body Immediately pressed on the instep of Evan-Bell, Evan-Bell suddenly screamed in pain, grinning very funny, and the smile at the corner of Anne Hathaway's mouth couldn't help but bloom.

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But even so, Anne Hathaway still didn't let go of Evan Bell. She wrapped her arms around Evan Bell's waist, hugged tightly, and buried her head in Evan Bell's chest again. , whispered, "But a lot of times, women fall in love with assholes."

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Hearing this sentence in Evan Bell's ears, he couldn't help showing a bit of bitterness, but he was a real bastard.

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Evan Bell originally wanted to pick up Anne Hathaway~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and put it on the bed, after all, this kind of sweetness really didn't want to be something the two of them would do. But think about it, today is Anne Hathaway's period, and her mood is obviously in a low period, so Evan Bell still put his hand down and hugged Anne Hathaway's waist.

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"No matter what happens tomorrow, at least we still have today." Anne Hathaway said softly, her soft tone seemed to be able to turn into a puddle of water at any time in the moonlight, but with an irrefutable firmness.

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Evan Bell walked slowly in the room holding Anne Hathaway like this, after a while, Anne Hathaway remembered an important thing at this time, "If this script is going to be put into filming, If so, who are you looking for as an actor?"

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Evan Bell put his chin on Anne Hathaway's head, "How about the two of us?"

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"Really?" Anne Hathaway raised her head when she was excited. Fortunately, Evan Bell raised her head early, otherwise her chin would hit her tongue. The pain was not easy.

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Evan Bell angrily tapped Anne Hathaway's head with her chin, "Fake. Unless you practice your bad English pronunciation." When it comes to British pronunciation, Anne Hathaway is embarrassed Hey laughter, no more refutation.

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