Chapter 211 Isolation from the World
Scarlett: What’s wrong with Angelina Jolie? Why does she appear in this conversation?
The problem is that her mind is now filled with the scene in the next room. Would it be better if she changed her question and asked about the whereabouts of Billy Bob Thornton?
The corners of Anson's mouth raised slightly, "I think she may be a little busy now."
Scarlett was slightly stunned, her thoughts briefly circulated in her brain. Could it be that Anson also ... He couldn't help but open his mouth and looked at Anson with astonishment.
Anson did not open his mouth to explain, but put his index finger on his lips:
Shh.
Scarlett's idea was confirmed, and the corners of her mouth turned upward involuntarily, as if the two of them had a common secret.
Scarlett herself didn’t realize it. She carefully squeezed forward half a step, entered the room, and looked around like a vigilant cat. Although she didn’t speak, her movements were obvious. but.
Anson chuckled, "Actually, there is another person hiding under the sofa."
After saying that, Anson gestured in the direction of the sofa. Scarlett suddenly became alert and glanced at the sofa. It took her a moment to realize that Anson was joking.
Scarlett was a little embarrassed and showed her cat paws, "He, or she?"
I don't want to, Anson's face was calm, and he still had a slow and unhurried expression, sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai The look on her face made Scarlett even more panicked. She bit her lower lip gently and glared at Anson in protest.
Then Scarlett squeezed forward half a step again and closed the door to the room again. The noise and noise outside were blocked outside the door panel.
Scarlett curiously looked at the books scattered on the floor in front of her, "What are you looking for?"
Anson was flipping through books one by one and opening small wooden boxes. It looked like the box where the wand was placed in Harry Potter. But unfortunately, it was not a wand inside, but scrolls. Scarlett He couldn't help but cast his gaze curiously.
Anson said "Oh" without panic at all, "I am trying to steal the original score of the 'Pathétique Symphony' collected by Jeff Robinoff."
"I was originally I thought these were the scripts of a legendary Hollywood screenwriter, but I didn’t expect that a film producer had a whole room full of music scores and books.”
Stealing?
Of course not.
Jeff showed this room to Anson, along with four other guests. Unfortunately, the other guests did not know how to appreciate music scores and old books. Only Anson felt like he had entered a treasure.
So, after getting permission, Jeff took the guests to continue the tour, while Anson stayed, curiously inspecting Jeff's collection.
The same goes for Scarlett, "'Pathétique Symphony'?"
Anson smiled, "Tchaikovsky. I read an article about him not long ago, I have a strong interest in the 'Pathétique Symphony', but I didn't expect to see the original score here."
"But it's a pity that I can't find the third movement."
This explained the chaos before them, with all the books and music sheets laid out.
"If it's here. But I'm not 100% sure now. Maybe I should re-read that Tchaikovsky article."
Scarlett hesitated , but she still frankly admitted what she was thinking at the moment, "Read it a second time? To be honest, I'm afraid I won't be able to read it the first time."
Her steps stayed in place with some hesitation.
Anson raised his head, "Look, in this way, my goal has been achieved."
Scarlett:?
Anson, "I throw out a few names randomly. Ordinary people know them but don't understand them. A layman dare not comment but an insider disdains to comment. Then I create a high-ranking image to cover up that I actually like Britney Spears." Pierce's facts."
Pfft.
Scarlett laughed immediately, "But, why cover it up?" Anson shrugged lightly, but the movement of his hands did not stop, "Image. Nowadays, people tend to fall into stereotypes easily In the stereotype, it is defined based on appearance characteristics and is not willing to think seriously. ”
"When I see Matthew McConaughey, I shout idol, and when I see Jack Nicholson, I praise the actor. Obviously they have not considered Matthew and Jack's mood."
Smile, crawl asked Scarlett's lips, "So, which faction do you belong to?"
Anson raised his head and glanced at Scarlett, "You have already made a judgment, haven't you?"
No sight. He paused and lowered his head again. His handsome face was filled with a halo of light, and his movements exuded a gentle and jade-like charm.
Scarlett herself did not realize, "If Angelina is not here, then I should leave." However, her steps went against the meaning of her words, and she took two steps closer inside, and couldn't help but stand on tiptoe. He looked around on his toes, scanning the books scattered between Anson's legs.
Anson raised his head, the light in the room shimmering in the depths of his eyes, "I didn't know you knew Angelina. She is a dangerous woman."
It means a lot.
“There is a small part of her that is rebellious, very, very outrageous.”
Scarlett caught Anson’s look, and it was hard to tell for a moment, it was the flow of expression, It was still the reflection of the light, thrilling in an instant, with an ambiguous and dangerous atmosphere, which made Scarlett's mouth dry.
The scene that had just flashed through her mind could not help but reappear.
Shaking her head quickly to get rid of the thoughts in her mind, Scarlett hinted that she needed to leave, but she took two more steps inside.
Finally, Scarlett squatted down in front of the pile of scattered books.
"It seems that you really like these music and books."
What I just said about using elegant art to disguise yourself is not true; maybe the opposite is true, people often do it because Anson is stereotyped based on his appearance, but ignores the fact that there is a rich and old soul underneath this skin.
Anson smiled and said, "It's a pity, this is true."
Scarlett chuckled.
Anson, "'Ocean springs out of a well,' as people say. Even if you stand with your feet in the mud, you can still look up at the stars."
Vulgar people can also yearn for poetry. and far away.
Scarlett immediately heard the self-mockery in this sentence, and she sat down cross-legged in the same way. Although the reason in her mind kept telling her that she should leave, her eyes fell on Anson, and her smile crept up. Upper corner of mouth.
“The waltz suits me better.”
Although the waltz has a long history, in fact, the waltz was first born in the countryside, originating from farmers in Germany and Austria. Later, it became widely spread due to various reasons such as social changes and artistic taste.
For a long, long time, the waltz has been accused of being a vulgar, evil, and ugly dance, symbolizing contempt and provocation against tradition.
Thus, Scarlett said this sentence just now.
Anson was slightly surprised -
Not everyone knows this history, and not everyone knows that "Waltz" is not the elegant and noble court dance in legend.
Apparently, Scarlett wasn't as "clueless" as she claimed.
Anson gently raised his chin and looked into Scarlett's eyes, "Me too. Who can refuse a waltz?"
Second update.
(End of this chapter)