Superstar

The night wind was raging, leaving Mr. Perfect far behind, Charlize's figure disappeared into the night with strides, and the stiff shoulder line loosened little by little.

Charlize felt that she was really stupid. Why would she want to escape? Why did her first reaction after seeing Mr. Perfect turn around and run away? Why did she pick up her tail in embarrassment and choose to leave? Shouldn't the person leaving be Mr. Perfect-as he did before?

She originally thought that when she met again, she would have countless angers to vent to him, she could talk for hours, she would want to tear him to pieces... But unexpectedly, it ended like this Nothingness ended simply. She didn't even want to listen to his explanation, because he was just talking, talking, talking, repeating those nonsense that didn't sound any nutritious, and it sounded like a complete bastard.

Mr. Perfect? Maybe, it really is Mr. Perfect-really a complete irony.

The choice is made by him. He chose to leave without saying goodbye, and to escape. He chose to sever contact after arriving in London. He chose to escape the lives of two people in such a way. He chose to be the most stupid but the most direct, the simplest but the simplest. The cruel way ended everything.

Is she wrong? Maybe there is, because the beginning and end of any relationship is not just a matter of one party, it is a matter of two people, and problems that occur between two people can never be unilateral. But she will no longer condemn herself stupidly and take all the faults on herself, because she knows that when the mistakes have been made, both he and she have made their own choices, and now, the results have been made.

Thinking of this, the burden on Charlize's shoulders was completely relieved. Perhaps, in the past year or so, she has never really been relieved. Until the second, everything was truly put on a rest. At the moment when the burden was relieved, she did not feel sadness and Pain, on the contrary, the whole person became light, and the corners of his mouth could not be restrained and even began to rise slightly.

After stopping, Charlize looked down at the style of his clothes, still in a bad mood. Such an appearance is really not suitable for appearing in front of strangers, and it is easy to frighten others. But... thinking of Mr. Perfect's shocked expression just now, Charlize felt a little joy inexplicably, and then she didn't hold back, and laughed.

This smile couldn’t stop. Charlize stood there with a trembling smile, feeling that Mr. Perfect looks like a lamb to be slaughtered, and she is the butcher who raises the blade; and Mr. Perfect is asking her for something. People, but she dropped the butcher knife in her hand cold-bloodedly and cruelly. This is so similar to the story of Irene Enos, as if everything is a mirror image of the movie projected into reality. What an irony.

But after laughing, Charlize suddenly realized that what Hugo had just said was correct. If she didn't want to get back together, then she wouldn't care about her embarrassment at all, let alone Mr. Perfect's opinion.

Indeed, she still cares. She refuses to let Mr. Perfect see any of her ugliness. This is a matter of dignity. This is a matter of dignity of any woman. If possible, she doesn't even want everyone to see her embarrassment. Don’t talk about Mr. Perfect, if she can, she still hopes to appear in front of Mr. Perfect with a perfect posture, let him know that in the past year, she not only lived well, but also became a better person... But, After the initial anger and entanglement passed, her care quickly disappeared, because she knew that the man who stood in the night and smiled at her had nothing to do with her, so why should she care about a stranger? What's your opinion?

It's as if an artist can accept criticism, but he doesn't need to pay attention to everyone's criticism. Otherwise, living under the spotlight, the pressure of these comments alone would be enough to crush a person.

Thinking of this, Charlize looked down at the phone in his palm, remembering the conversation with Hugo just now.

She had quarreled with Hugo, it was natural, and not only once, she and Hugo had quarreled on many things, and even refused to talk to each other for several days. But this time it was different. Hugo’s anger and disappointment on the phone just now were so real that her heart trembled slightly. She knew that Hugo was doing it for her own good, and after witnessing the cause and effect of the whole thing with her own eyes, Yu Guo's worry is definitely not without reason, but...but she is still obsessed with it, like a complete fool.

So, she should apologize to Hugo, right?

But what should she tell him? How should she explain it? She only felt that her brain was blank, even if she was just looking at the mobile phone in her hand, she felt a cloud of mud in her mind, without any thoughts at all. This in the end is why? Hugo is just her friend. All that was just now was her private life. She can share with her friends, but there is no need to give her friends an explanation, right? But what is going on with the turbulent emotions in my heart now?

Why does the idea of ​​"explain everything to Hugo" in her mind is lingering, why she feels upset at the thought of Hugo's anger, why she hopes that Hugo can understand her true inner thoughts... But the problem is , What is her real idea?

Could it be... Did she really feel for him?

This thought emerged once again, hitting Charlize's heart like a shooting star, almost making her unable to breathe, and the brain that had calmed down soon became chaotic again. This made Charlize no way to calm down and think, countless trivial and messy thoughts kept surging in his mind, even more turbulent than I saw Mr. Perfect just now...No, this is unprecedented turbulent, which Charlize has never experienced. Passed, felt emotions.

The surging emotion kept hitting her chest, almost suffocating her.

Breathe, breathe... Charlize kept breathing deeply, trying to calm her somewhat overheated brain. She was breathing heavily, but the cold, cold air in the middle of the night couldn’t cool her hot lungs, that kind of almost The heat that was about to burn her chest almost made her stand unsteady, and she could only squat down, hug her knees tightly, and then let herself relax slowly.

I don’t know how long it took, Charlize’s gaze fell on the phone again, her brain was still blank, she still had no clue, but the heart that kept hitting her chest was telling her-she should call Hugo , So she did.

Pressing that familiar phone number, Charlize found that her right hand was trembling. She bit her lower lip tightly, watching the phone screen faintly shining indecisively, but she didn't wait for her to put the phone on. In the ear, the light suddenly went out. This made Charlize stunned, and quickly put the phone to his ear, but there was no sound.

Charlize pressed the phone number again in a panic. This time without any hesitation, he put it directly to his ear. As a result, the voice of the human service desk came from the other end of the phone, "Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off. Please call again later." Hearing these words, Charlize just stiffened on the spot, his face full of dazedness and loss could not be concealed.

Charlize just put the phone to his ear and listened to the elegant voice of the service desk circling continuously. He was unwilling to take the phone down. The world seemed to be still at this moment.

Hugo couldn’t calm his anger, as long as he thought of Charlize’s uneasy attitude just now, it made him angry. He really wanted to grab Charlize’s shoulder and tell her, "That **** is not for you, you are worth it. A better person...like me." But, he couldn't say it, the words had come to his mouth, but he still couldn't say it. As a result, he couldn't even tell whether this anger was toward Mr. Perfect, toward Charlize... or toward himself.

Hugo walked back and forth in the room anxiously, restless, there was no way to calm down, he didn't know what he was doing, waiting for Charlize's call? Still waiting for an unknown unknown? Hugo glanced at the completely scrapped cell phone on the desk and let out a long breath. He knew that Charlize would not call tonight.

Turning his head and glanced at the fixed phone on the bedside table, it was a hotel phone.

Standing there hesitated for a while~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Hugo walked to the bedside table, picked up the receiver, put his finger on the keyboard, but stopped like this. What should he say to Charlize? He had already said everything he wanted to say, except for the most important secret hidden deep in his heart, he had already laid out almost everything, but Charlize still couldn't understand it, and even hung up the phone. , Then, what should he say on the phone now? What else can you say?

In the end, Hugo gently put the phone back again. Standing next to the bedside table, reluctant to leave for a long time, ten minutes, twenty minutes... Then Hugo turned and walked to the bathroom.

The night is getting darker and deeper, but for many people, it is a sleepless night. In order to prepare for the important part of tomorrow, Kate Beckinsale, Hugo’s handsome face appeared in his mind, and his heart was like a deer; Hailey-Joe Osment, who was reading the script and carefully preparing for tomorrow’s part, thought of the upcoming scene. I was very excited when I started shooting; Leonardo, who was thinking about Hugo’s performance recently, sat on the edge of the bed and couldn’t sleep; returning to the hotel lonely, Mr. Perfect who was at a loss...

Also, one is in Miami and the other is in Philadelphia, about a thousand or two hundred miles away, both distant and close, falling into two souls that are equally thoughtful. He raised his head and looked at the dazzling stars on the sky, and couldn't help but wonder, is that person looking at the same sky?