Chapter 611 Narrative Ability
"Well...her friend, in a white shirt, should be in his mid-twenties, around twenty-five, sixty-seven, or so?"
Scarlett followed. Anson looked over and landed on another girl. She looked ordinary and it was difficult to tell the reason.
"Judging from the outfit, he should have graduated from the Ivy League. I guess he graduated from the French Department of Berkeley? Not because he yearned for Paris, but because he wanted to become a diplomat. Unfortunately, his grades were not good. He tried twice and three times and failed. It failed, so she chose a different career path."
"However, judging from her expression and demeanor, she should be quite satisfied with her current job."
"Office white-collar worker? Maybe in the advertising or public relations industry. She is not good at creative planning, but she has good execution skills, good logical skills and crisp judgment skills. At the same time, she is not too strong, which makes her like a fish in water."< br>
At the first sentence, Scarlett had not yet understood the reason, and Anson’s words did not seem to be special; but the second sentence was startling, and she looked at it with a strange and shocked face. She glanced at Anson, only to find that Anson didn't pay attention to her at all. He was always looking ahead and analyzing. Scarlett's head was already filled with question marks, but she still turned her head to look over again in confusion. :
What happened?
However, Anson's words did not pause at all and continued.
“If you are interested...”
"Movies. Can you believe it? She not only knows me, she should also know you. She goes to the cinema at least once a week, and she covers a wide range of movies, not only genre movies, but also all kinds of independent movies."
“I don’t delve into it deeply, but I really like it.”
“My specialty is piano, because my mother firmly believes that this is the real art. Maybe she also studied ballet when she was a child, but she couldn’t persist in it, so The piano has become the bottom line, cultivating sentiment and cultivating temperament. Even if she doesn't like it, she can still feel the classical temperament in her body. "Scarlett, "Uh" looked at Anson blankly. She picked it up effortlessly, without needing to think at all. The words came out in a series, and she couldn't keep up. The expression, eyes, and demeanor conveyed a kind of determination from the inside out, like a wave rolling her forward.
Finally, "Wait." Scarlett found her voice, "Why? I mean, why don't you like it?"
"If she's in her mid-twenties now, that means she was born in the 1980s and grew up on television and movies, which was the era of commercial cinema, and of course the heyday of rock and disco, and The wave of female awakening. "
"Children of this generation often have a rebellious spirit of challenging tradition. Compared with traditional, old and decadent classical art types, she likes movies and Rock."
"But due to family constraints and upbringing, her rebellion is not that sharp, so she prefers movies."
"As for ballet and movies. When it comes to piano, it’s not so much that she has no talent, but rather that her interest is not there at all. At the same time, she doesn’t have the tenacity to endure the hardships. After all, children have completely different values and worldviews in different generations. I guess she will occasionally play piano when she grows up. I miss those childhood days, because now the retro trend of piano and ballet is back.”
Scarlett looked at Anson quietly.
From astonishment to shock to excitement, not only the expression and mentality, but also the focus quietly changed.
In the first half, Scarlett has been observing the woman carefully, trying to find the basis for Anson's inference from her; gradually, she noticed that all Anson's words seemed to be able to find clues in the woman, A vivid image became fuller in her field of vision, which made Scarlett shift her gaze:
It fell on Anson.
Anson noticed it. He was not panicked or embarrassed. He looked at Scarlett calmly and continued.
“She has a younger brother.”
"Unlike her, her brother is tenacious and talented. He persevered in piano and went to Germany to further his studies. He is still studying now. Who knows, maybe she will be able to see her brother in Carnegie Hall soon. Performance."
"The bottom line is that it has to do with family education."
"My mother spent a lot of energy on her but failed to get a return. My younger brother always looked at it and tried to win. She received more attention from her mother, so when she gave up, her brother seized the opportunity and successfully won her mother's attention."
"But do you think she cares?"
"No. She doesn’t.”
"She is satisfied with her current job and life. She has not become a diplomat or a pianist, which does not prevent her from enjoying her life. Even in front of her friends, she is very relaxed and brisk." Understatement, but eloquent - —
Can’t stop at all.
Scarlett is just getting more and more amazing, as if she has just met Anson for the first time today. The more she thinks about it, the more incredible it becomes.
Raising her head and looking at Anson, Scarlett could see Anson's calm expression and light smile. His confident look seemed to be mocking her for being easily fooled, which made Scarlett couldn't help but sound the alarm. .
After checking the situation before and after the contact, Scarlett came up with a bold guess.
"Wait, she is your date, right?"
Anson couldn't hold it back, "Plop." The smile bloomed without reservation.
Scarlett was speechless for a while, looking up at the sky, but the corners of her mouth still raised slightly uncontrollably. The invisible haze that shrouded her head quietly dispersed, her mood became brighter, and she couldn't help but complain.
“This is the best explanation, otherwise how could you know so clearly, in detail and specifically.”
The most important thing is that there was no time for drafting, that is, in the short one or two minutes of meeting, the details Anson drew were really terrifying.
Anson looked sideways at Scarlett, "There is another explanation."
Scarlett:?
Anson, "Nonsense."
Scarlett did not expect such an answer at all, and the smile froze at the corner of her mouth.
A smile appeared in Anson's eyes, "Miss Johnson, I am not Sherlock Holmes."
Scarlett also...cannot refute.
Anson, "Imagination is the same as lies. People always think that logic is the most important. Of course, logic is very important because logic is the framework; but details are the most important. Enough rich and informative details to fill the brain There is no time and space to think about the details, so that the brain is easily convinced. "
Fooling is also an ability.
Scarlett looked at Anson's calm and contented face, the whole situation was full of joy, and for a moment she didn't know where to start complaining.
Scarlett looked at Anson's smile and shook her head helplessly, "Don't laugh. Your smile looks particularly treacherous now."
"Ha." Anson laughed out loud, "I thought I Very innocent, otherwise you wouldn’t have been fooled.”
Scarlett looked up at the sky in despair, “Ah, I was fooled, I was fooled like this.”
Even so, the smile on the corner of his mouth completely rose, and his mood brightened along with it.
(End of this chapter)