gossip girl 4 英文-第30章

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Vanessa　nodded　with　an　amused　smile。　How　could　she　forget　Duke；　the　dumbest　guy　on　the　
planet？　

？You？d　have　your　own　car；　your　own　apartment；　free　equipment；　and　whatever　else　you　need；？　
Ken　added。　？Are　you　with　me？？　

Vanessa　noticed　for　the　first　time　that　Ken　Mogul　had　very　little　definition　in　the　chin　area。　In　
fact；　he　was　practically　chinless。　？I？ve　always　wanted　to　go　to　Cannes；？　she　replied；　thoughtfully　
slurping　her　cappuccino。　？And　your　new　project　sounds　really　。　。　。　awesome。　But　I　got　accepted　
early　to　NYU。　I？ve　wanted　to　go　there　since　I　was　eleven　years　old。　There？s　no　way　I？m　
deferring。？　

？But　what　about　my　film？　Child　prostitution！　Animals　abandoning　their　young！　This　is　
groundbreaking　stuff！？　Ken　Mogul　spluttered；　spitting　all　over　the　counter。　Vanessa　thought　that　if　
he？d　had　more　of　a　chin；　the　spit　might　not　have　gone　so　far。　

Over　Ken？s　shoulder　Vanessa　noticed　a　light　blue　flyer　pinned　to　a　bulletin　board。　

Rivington　Rover　Poetry　Club　Open　Mike　
featuring　readings　by　
Daniel　Humphrey　and　Mystery　Craze　
Thursday；　8P。M。　

No　wonder　Dan　had　been　blowing　her　off　all　week。　He　was　busy　being　famous。　

？Vanessa？　Are　you　still　with　me？？　Ken　demanded。　？First　lesson　you　learn　in　this　business　is　the　
clock　never　stops　ticking。？　


Vanessa　smiled　her　half…amused；　half…pissed…off　Mona　Lisa　smile。　As　flattered　as　she　was　that　
Ken　had　asked　her　to　work　with　him；　she　had　no　intention　of　being　a　mini…Mogul。　She　wanted　
to　develop　herown　voice　and　herown　career；　not　put　all　her　energy　into　someone　else？s　work；　
however　brilliant。　She　shook　her　closely　shaved　dark　head。　？I？m　sorry。？　

Ken　Mogul？s　barely　there　chin　disappeared　altogether　as　he　lost　his　cool　pletely。　？I？ve　never　
offered　to　partner　with　anyone；？　he　said　grimly。　？This　is　the　opportunity　of　a　lifetime。　I？m　giving　
you　the　chance　to　make　a　feature　film　before　you　turn　twenty。　It？s　unheard　of！？　

That　old　guy　at　the　Culture　of　Humanity　show　had　advised　her　not　to　take　her　talent　too　seriously。　
Ken　obviously　took　his　way；way　too　seriously。　She　stood　up　and　yanked　the　light　blue　flyer　off　the　
bulletin　board　behind　Ken？s　head。　She　and　Dan　were　supposed　to　be　working　on　a　filmtogether　；　
but　if　she　could　slip　into　the　club　and　film　him　reading　without　him　even　knowing　she　was　there；　
that　would　be　even　better。　Dan　was　always　better　when　he　didn？t　know　she　was　watching。　

？Thank　you；？　she　told　Ken。　？I？m　honored；　I　really　am。　

But　I？m　working　on　something　new；　of　my　own。　I　think　I？d　like　to　finish　it。？　

Ken　Mogul　pushed　his　sunglasses　down　on　his　nose　and　glared　out　the　window。　？It？s　your　loss。？　

？Thanks　for　the　coffee；？　Vanessa　said；　even　though　he　was　no　longer　looking　at　her。　She　folded　
up　the　blue　flyer　and　tucked　it　into　her　pocket。　？Good　luck　at　Cannes。？　

Ken　Mogul　zipped　up　his　fur…trimmed　Prada　parka　and　pulled　the　hood　up　over　his　head　as　if　to　
block　her　out　pletely。　？？Bye。？　

Vanessa　headed　home　to　sort　through　her　camera　gear　and　figure　out　what　she　needed　to　bring　to　
the　reading　at　the　Rivington　Rover　Poetry　Club　tomorrow　night。　When　Dan　was　finished　reading　
she？d　pop　up　out　of　the　crowd　and　surprise　him　with　an　enormous　mug　of　Irish　coffee；　his　favorite　
drink。　Then　they？d　trade　stories　about　all　the　feebleminded　famous　people　they？d　met　in　the　past　
week。　And　then　she？d　bring　him　home　and　remind　him　of　what　he？d　been　missing。　She？d　show　
him　how　to　lose　his　virginity　again　the　way　he？d　written　in　that　crazy　poem。　

As　if　he　needed　showing。　

　sreinvents　the　tear　

？Want　to　take　Mook　out　for　a　walk　with　me？？　Aaron　asked　Blair　through　her　closed　bedroom　
door。　It　was　Wednesday　afternoon　and　she？d　been　holed　up　in　her　room　since　Monday；　only　


opening　the　door　to　receive　the　brie…and…tomato　baguettes　and　mugs　of　hot　chocolate　Myrtle　
brought　her　at　ten　and　five　o？clock。　She？d　even　conned　the　family　doctor　into　writing　her　a　note　
excusing　her　from　school　for　the　week。　She　wasn？t　sick　exactly；　the　doctor　assured　her　mother。　
Schools　like　Constance　just　worked　their　girls　too　hard；　especially　the　seniors；　and　then　there　was　
all　that　additional　pressure　to　get　into　one　of　the　best　colleges。　Blair　simply　needed　a　few　days　of　
rest　and　she？d　be　herself　again。　

Well；　not　exactly。　Blair　was　using　her　few　days　of　rest　to　reinvent　herself　all　over　again。　Like　
Madonna。　

Aaron　pushed　open　the　door　and　poked　his　head　inside　her　room。　The　air　was　pungent　with　the　
chemical　odor　of　cigarette　smoke　mixed　with　minty　mouthwash。　Blair？s　head　was　wrapped　in　a　
black…and…pink　Pucci　scarf；　and　she　was　lounging　on　the　bed　with　her　bare　ankles　crossed；　
wearing　a　white　terrycloth　robe　and　smoking　a　Merit　Ultra　Light　through　a　long　black　cigarette　
holder。　The　look　was　very　Greta…Garbo…in…hiding；　which　was　exactly　the　effect　she　was　going　for。　

Across　the　room；The　Great　Gatsby　starring　Robert　Redford　and　Mia　Farrow　played　silently　on　
TV。　Blair　puffed　on　her　cigarette；　staring　dramatically　into　the　near　distance。　She　couldn？t　bear　to　
look　at　Aaron　because　he　was　wearing　his　Harvard　sweatshirt　again；　as　if　he？d　specifically　dressed　
to　piss　her　off。　She？d　already　ripped　her　Yale　pendant　off　the　canopy　over　her　bed　and　thrown　it　
out　her　bedroom　window　along　with　her　father？s　old　Yale　sweatshirt。　？If　you　don？t　mind；　I？d　like　
you　to　please　get　the　fuck　out　of　my　room。？　

？I　was　just　leaving；？　Aaron　replied。　？Hey；　have　you　talked　to　Serena　lately？？　

Blair　shook　her　head。　？Why？？　

？No　reason；？　Aaron　shrugged　unfortably。　He？d　been　hanging　out　with　his　buddies　in　
Scarsdale　since　Friday　night　and　hadn？t　seen　or　talked　to　Serena　since　the　Les　Best　show。　He　
pulled　a　tin　of　herbal　cigarettes　out　of　his　back　pocket　and　tossed　them　onto　Blair？s　bed。　？Try　
those；？　he　advised。　？They？re　100　percent　natural　and　they　smell　way　better　than　that　
mass…produced　shit。？　

Blair　kicked　the　tin　onto　the　floor。　？Have　a　nice　walk。？　

Aaron　pulled　her　bedroom　door　closed　behind　him　and　headed　outside　with　Mookie。　He　entered　
the　park　at　Seventy…second　Street；　taking　the　path　that　led　to　a　little　wooden　footbridge　over　a　
stream　that　fed　into　the　lake。　Every　now　and　then　Mookie　stopped　to　dig　furiously　in　the　snow　
with　his　brown…and…white　paws；　as　if　he　were　looking　for　a　doggie　toy　he？d　dropped　there　last　
summer。　Then　eventually　he？d　give　up　and　trot　on　again。　

A　petite　blond　in　dark　sunglasses　and　a　blue　Yankees　cap　jogged　by　wearing　an　I　
LOVEAARONT…shirt　over　her　red　


velour　tracksuit；　the　same　I　LOVEAARONT…shirt　that　Serena　had　worn　at　the　Les　Best　show。　
Aaron　was　pretty　sure　the　blond　was　the　actress　Renee　Zwingdinger；　or　whatever　her　name　was；　
but　he　couldn？t　be　sure。　It　was　pretty　funny　to　think　that　famous　actresses　and　models　might　be　
wearing　shirts　with　his　name　on　them　when　he　was　just　some　dude　who　went　out　with　a　beautiful　
girl　who　he　guessed　he　wasn？t　really　going　out　with　anymore。　

When　the　wooden　footbridge　came　into　view；　Aaron　noticed　that　it　was　filled　with　people　and　
equipment；　a　crew　of　some　sort。　As　he　came　closer　he　saw　that　in　the　icy　water　opposite　the　
footbridge　a　cameraman　was　standing　up　in　a　small　inflatable　raft；　adjusting　his　tripod。　

Aaron　let　Mookie　hunt　for　squirrels　under　a　tree　as　he　watched　the　proceedings。　The　huddle　of　
people　on　the　bridge　parted　to　reveal　a　girl　dressed　in　a　skimpy　sunflower　yellow　sundress　and　
blue　sandals；　her　golden　hair　blowing　in　the　icy　wind。　It　was　Serena；　of　course。　She　was　
unmistakable。　

All　of　a　sudden　Mookie　hurtled　across　the　snow　in　Serena？s　direction；　howling　with　delight　and　
wagging　his　stubby　little　boxer　tail。　

？Mookie；　no！？　Aaron　shouted。　Everyone　on　the　bridge；　including　Serena；　turned　to　look。　

？Mookie！？　Serena　squealed；　crouching　down　to　kiss　the　dog　on　his　wet　nose　as　he　wriggled　
excitedly　between　her　legs。　？How？s　it　going；　handsome？？　

Aaron　ambled　over　to　the　footbridge；　his　hands　shoved　deep　into　his　green　army　pants　
pockets。　？Sorry；？　he　mumbled　to　the　crew　of　makeup　artists　and　stylists。　

？That？s　okay；？　Serena　said；　standing　up。　She　broke　away　from　her　entourage　and　kissed　Aaron　
lightly　on　the　cheek。　Her　yellow　dress　was　stenciled　with　iridescent　blue　birds　and　her　lip　gloss　
smelled　like　watermelon。　？We？re　just　shooting　a　perfume　ad。　You　can　watch　if　you　want　to。？　

Aaron　kept　his　hands　in　his　pockets。　There　were　a　million　things　she　could　have　said　to　make　
him　feel　guilty　for　hiding　out　in　Scarsdale　and　never　calling　her；　but　Serena　was　too　cool　for　that。　
She　was　truly　magnificent；　which　was　part　of　the　reason　he　had　to　let　her　go。　It　was　too　much　
effort　to　match　someone　who　shone　as　brightly　as　she　did。　

？Don？t　let　me　keep　you；？　Aaron　said。　He　opened　his　tin　of　herbal　cigarettes　and　offered　her　one。　
She　took　it　and　held　it　between　her　coral…glossed　lips　as　he　lit　it　for　her。　？Oh；　and　thanks　for　the　
roses。？　

Serena　exhaled；　blowing　sweet　smoke　into　the　chilly　air。　？We　never　got　our　tattoos。？　

Aaron　smiled　tenderly。　？That？s　probably　a　good　thing。？　

A　perfect　tear　began　to　form　in　the　corner　of　Serena？s　right　eye　and　trembled　on　the　edge　of　her　


lower　lid。　

？Let？s　get　this　done！？　the　photographer　shoute