别了好莱坞先生解析.docx

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别了好莱坞先生解析

1、Mysterygirl

ItallbeganonabeautifulspringmorninginavillagecalledWhistler,inCanada--aprettylittlevillageinthemountainsofBritishColumbia.

Therewasacafeinthevillage,withtablesoutside,andatoneofthesetablessatayoungman.Hefinishedhisbreakfast,drankhiscoffee,lookedupintothebluesky,andfeltthewarmsunonhisface.NickLortzwasahappyman.

Thewaitercameuptohistable.'Morecoffee?

'heasked.

'Yeah.Great,'saidNick.Hegavethewaiterhiscoffeecup.

Thewaiterlookedatthecameraonthetable.'Onvacation?

'hesaid.'Whereareyoufrom?

'

'SanFrancisco,'Nicksaid.Helaughed.'ButI'mnotonvacation--I'mworking.I'matravelwriter,andI'mdoingabookonmountainsinNorthAmerica.I'vegotsomegreatpicturesofyourmountain.'

ThetwomenlookedupatWhistlerMountainbehindthevillage.Itlookedverybeautifulinthemorningsun.

'Doyoutravelalot,then?

'askedthewaiter.

'Allthetime,'Nicksaid.'Iwritebooks,andIwritefortravelmagazines.Iwriteabouteverything-differentcountries,towns,villages,rivers,mountains,people...'

ThewaiterlookedoverNick'shead.'There'sagirlacrossthestreet,'hesaid.'Doyouknowher?

'

Nickturnedhisheadandlooked.'No,Idon't.'

'Well,sheknowsyou,Ithink,'thewaitersaid.'She'swatchingyouverycarefully.'HegaveNickasmile.'Haveaniceday!

'Hewentaway,backintothecafé

Nicklookedatthegirlacrossthestreet.Shewasabouttwenty-five,andshewasverypretty.'Sheiswatchingme,'Nickthought.Thenthegirlturnedandlookedinoneoftheshopwindows.Afterasecondortwo,shelookedbackatNickagain.

Nickwatchedher.'Shelooksworried,'hethought.'What'sshedoing?

Isshewaitingforsomebody?

'

Suddenly,thegirlsmiled.Thenshewalkedacrossthestreet,cameuptoNick'stable,andsatdown.Sheputherbagdownonthetable.Thebagwashalf-open.

'Hi,I'mJan,'shesaid.'Doyourememberme?

WemetatapartyinToronto.'

'Hi,Jan,'saidNick.Hesmiled.I'mNick.Butwedidn'tmeetatapartyinToronto.Idon'tgotopartiesveryoften,andneverinToronto.'

'Oh,'thegirlsaid.Butshedidn'tgetupormoveaway.

'Havesomecoffee,'saidNick.ThestoryaboutthepartyinTorontowasn'ttrue,butitwasabeautifulmorning,andshewasaprettygirl.'MaybeitwasapartyinMontréal.OrNewYork.'

Thegirllaughed.'OK.Maybeitwas.Andyes,I'dlovesomecoffee.'

Whenshehadhercoffee,Nickasked,'WhatareyoudoinginWhistler?

Ordoyoulivehere?

'

'Ohno,'shesaid.'I'mjust,er,justtravellingthrough.Andwhatareyoudoinghere?

'

"I'matravelwriter,'Nicksaid,'andI'mwritingabookaboutfamousmountains.'

'That'sinteresting,'shesaid.Butherfacewasworried,notinterested,andshelookedacrosstheroadagain.

Amanwithveryshort,whitehairwalkedacrosstheroad.Hewasaboutsixtyyearsold,andhewastallandthin.Thegirlwatchedhim.

'Areyouwaitingforsomeone?

'askedNick.

'No,'shesaidquickly.Thensheasked,'Whereareyougoingnext,Nick?

'

'ToVancouver,forthreeorfourdays,'hesaid.

'Whenareyougoing?

'sheasked.

'Laterthismorning,'hesaid.Therewasaletterinthetopofthegirl'shalf-openbag.Nickcouldseesomeofthewriting,andhereaditbecausehesawtheword'Vancouver'-...andwecanmeetattheEmpressHotel,Victoria,VancouverIsland,onFridayafternoon...

'Soshe'sgoingtoVancouvertoo,'hethought.

Suddenlythegirlsaid,'Doyoulikemovies?

'

'Movies?

Yes,Ilovemovies,'hesaid.'Why?

'

'Iknowaman,andhe--helovesmovies,andgoingtothecinema,'shesaidslowly.'Peoplecallhim"Mr.Hollywood".'ShesmiledatNick.'CanIcallyou"Mr.Hollywood"too?

'

Nicklaughed.'OK',hesaid.'AndwhatcanIcallyou?

'

Shesmiledagain.'CallmeMysteryGirl,'shesaid.

''That'sagoodnameforyou,'saidNick.

Justthen,themanwithwhitehaircameintothecafe?

HedidnotlookatNickorthegirl,buthesatatatablenearthem.Heaskedthewaiterforsomebreakfast,thenhebegantoreadamagazine.

Thegirllookedattheman,thenquicklylookedawayagain.

'Doyouknowhim?

'Nickaskedher.

'No,'shesaid.Shefinishedhercoffeequicklyandgotup.'Imustgonow,'shesaid.

Nickstoodup,too.'Niceto-'hebegan.

Butthegirlsuddenlytookhisfacebetweenherhands,andkissedhimonthemouth.'Drivecarefully,Mr.Hollywood.Goodbye'shesaid,withabig,beautifulsmile.Thensheturnedandwalkedquicklyaway.

Nicksatdownagainandwatchedher.Shewalkeddowntheroadandintoabighotel.

'Nowwhat,'thoughtNick,'wasthatallabout?

'

ThemanwithwhitehairwatchedNickandwaited.Afterfouroffiveminutes,Nickfinishedhiscoffee,tookhisbooksandhiscamera,andleftthecafeHiscarwasjustoutsidethegirl'shotel,andhewalkedslowlyalongthestreettoit.

Themanwithwhitehairwaitedasecond,thenquicklyfollowedNick.

Fromawindowhighupinthehotel,thegirllookeddownintotheroad.ShesawNick,andthemanwithwhitehairaboutfiftyyardsbehindhim.Nickgotintohiscar,andthemanwithwhitehairwalkedquicklytoaredcaracrossthestreet.FivesecondslaterNickdroveawayinhisbluecar,andtheredcarbegantofollowhim.

Whenthegirlsawthis,shesmiled,thenwenttoputsomethingsinhertravelbag.

2、Ahandintheback

Thatevening,inhishotelroominVancouver,NickcouldnotstopthinkingaboutthegirlintheWhistlercafewhydidshecomeandsitwithhim?

Shedidn'tknowhim,andthatstoryaboutapartyinTorontowasn'ttrue.Andshewasworriedaboutsomething.Butwhat?

Andthatkiss!

Itwasnice,ofcourse,butwhydidshedoit?

'Maybeshelikedmyface,'Nickthought.'Ormybrowneyes.ButI'mnotgoingtoseeheragain,soitdoesn'tmatter.Forgetit.'

Heputsomemoneyinhispocketandwentdownstairstothehotelrestaurant.Buttherewerenofreetables,sohewalkeddowntoGastownandfoundarestaurantthere.

Afterdinner,hewentforawalk.Vancouverwasafriendlycity,andNicklikedwalkingthroughGastownandChinatown,lookingintheshopsandwatchingthepeople.Itwasnearlydarknow,anditwasabusytimeoftheevening.Therewerealotofcars,andalotofpeople.

Afteratime,Nickbegantowalkbacktohishotel.Hecametoabusystreet,andwaited,withasmallcrowdofpeople,togoacross.Atallwomaninabluedressstoodnexttohimsheturnedandsmiledathim.

'It'sthefirstwarmeveningofspring,'shesaid.'It'snicetobeout,afterthelongcoldwinter.'

'Yeah,'saidNick.'It'sgreat.It's-'

Suddenly,therewasahandinhisback-andthehandpushedNickintotheroad.Nickfellonhisface,infrontofabiggreencar.

Peoplescreamed.

Butthegreencarstopped,onlyinchesfromNick'shead.ThewomaninthebluedressranintotheroadandpulledNicktohisfeet.

'AreyouOK?

Whathappened?

'shesaid.

ThedriverofthegreencarshoutedangrilyatNick,butNickdidnothearhim.

'Somebodypushedme,'hesaidtothewoman.'Ididn'tfall-somebodypushedme!

'

'Pushedyou?

'saidthewoman."Who?

'Ididn'tseeanybody.'

Nicklookedatthefacesofthepeoplenearhim,buthedidn'tknowthem.

Thenhesawaman'sback.Themanwastallandthin,andhadveryshortwhitehair.Hewalkedquicklyawaydownthestreet,anddidnotlookback.

'Hey,you!

'Nickshouted.'Wait!

'

Butthemandidnotstop,andhewassoonlostinthecrowds.

'Didhepushyou?

'askedthewomaninthebluedress.

'I...Idon'tknow,'Nicksaid.

'Doyouknowhim?

'sheasked.

"Idon'tknowhisname,Nicksaid.’ButIknowthatshortwhitehair.NowwheredidIseeitbefore?

'

Thewomanbegantomoveaway.'Imustgethome,'shesaid.'AreyouOKnow?

'

'Yeah,I'mOK.'Nicksaid.'Andthanks.Thanksforyourhelp.'

'That'sOK.'Thewomansmiled.'Becarefulnow!

'

Backinhishotel,Nicksatonhisbedandthought.'Itwasanaccident.Nobodypushedme,itwasanaccident.Nobodywantstokillme.AndtherearehundredsofmeninVancouverwithwhitehair.'

Itwasoneo'clockinthemorning,butNickcouldn'tsleep.Helistenedtothecarsintheroad,andhelookedatthenightskythroughhishotelroomwindow.

Thenhesatatthetableandtriedtowritesomemoreofhisbookaboutmountains,buthecouldn'tthinkabouthiswork.Hegotbackintobed.

Therewerefouroffivemagazinesinthehotelroom.Theywerenotveryinteresting,butNicksatinbedandopenedone...andsawaphotoof'MysteryGirl'!

Helookedatthepictureverycarefully.But,yes,itwasher!

Jan,thegirlfromtheWhistlercafé.

Shewasnexttoamanofaboutfiftyorfifty-five,andtheywereinthegardenofabig,expensivehouse.Theysmiledatthecamera,andtheylookedveryhappy.

Canadianmillionaire,HowardHutson,andhisdaughter,Meg,itsaidunderthepicture,attheirhomeinToronto.MegHutson!

NotJan.NotMysteryGirl.MegHutson,thedaughterofamillionaire!

Nickreaditagain.

WhydidshecomeandsitwithmeinthecafeatWhistler?

'hethought.'Millionaires'daughtersdon'tsitwithstrangersincafe,andthengivethemabigkisswhentheyleave!

Whydidshedoit?

Whatdidshewant?

'

HethoughtbacktothecafeinWhistler,andthegirlnexttohimatthetable.Thenherememberedsomething.Herememberedamanatatableneartheminthecafeatallthinman,aboutsixtyyearsold.Amanwithveryshortwhitehair.Nickdidn'tsleepmuchthatnight.

3、Awalkinthepark

ThenextdaywasThursday.Nickstayedinhishotelroomandwroteaboutmountainsallmorning.thenhedrovetoStanleyParkintheafternoon.Hesatandreadabookforanhour,thenhewentforawalkunderthetalltrees.

Therewasnobodyhere.Itwasquiet,andhecouldwalkandthink.He