Alexandra's words made Emma fall into silence and memories. `The beauty of the past seems to be like this, it is extremely simple. Just a smile is enough to light up the whole world, just a white shirt is enough to warm the time, and just a look is enough to turn the world upside down.

Laughing, joy, sorrow, pain... Everything is so simple that even a midsummer afternoon sun rain can make the mood fly.

That summer afternoon, that torrential rain, the charming red umbrella.

"Same, hate is simple. Maybe because this man's beard is not shaved, or a nose hair is exposed..." Alexandra laughed while awakening her memories, and Emma burst out laughing, "Or it was because this man's font is ugly, or he burped while walking, or his nails are a little longer, and then we don't like it, or even hate it."

A detail, a tiny detail that is almost boring, can make the whole world either bright or dark, happy or sad. This is... "Youth." Alexandra's voice came over, making Emma stunned. Suddenly, she seemed to understand something, but she seemed to be even more confused, drooping her shoulders and falling into her own thoughts.

Fifteen years old, the same age as a flower bud.

Alexandra couldn't help but smile. She once thought that youth was nothing special and no different, but only those who had really experienced it knew that when she was fifteen, she first realized the complexity of this world. When she was fifteen, she understood the ignorant love for the first time. When she was fifteen, she first looked forward to the future but feared the future...

Of course, she is only seventeen years old this year and still has not been able to get out of the journey of youth. She doesn't know when she will reach the end, but looking at Emma in front of her, Alexandra's mood gently rose, "This is called youth. `This is not real love, nor real love."

Emma raised her head, and her face, which was like a rose bud, was filled with confusion. Alexandra couldn't help but close her eyes. Thinking back on her experience in the past two years, "This is just a moment of thrilling or touching. We will have a good impression of someone because of a certain moment, and this feeling will gradually disappear because of a certain moment."

"Is this... a bad thing?" Emma asked hesitantly.

Alexandra was stunned. Obviously, she didn't expect such a question, but she found that she could not answer it, so she shook her head, "I don't know either. But I think this is not a good thing, but it is not a bad thing." Alexandra also fell into her own thoughts, "Maybe, we will gradually understand that love can be very simple. It can be very complicated; life is the same, it can be very simple or complicated."

Alexandra seemed to clarify her ideas, but it was not an easy task. She was only seventeen years old. She was also exploring and moving forward on the road of youth. "I think everyone is an individual. He will not be simple white or black. He may still be red, orange, green, gray or rainbow." At this point, Alexandra laughed loudly, while Emma rolled her eyes helplessly.

Seeing Emma's expression, Alexandra gently pinched her nose. This made Emma's whole face wrinkle, like a bun, "It's like you, all we see is your side, but you will show different sides at home, at school, and during auditions. Everyone is so complicated. But as long as we meet the right person, everyone will become simple."

"So...is things become simpler or more complicated?" Emma said with a lot of thought at Alessandra.

Alessandra laughed, "I can't answer, because I'm still on this road, and there's no way far than you, I just know, this is growth. Maybe the process is not beautiful, or even painful, but we all have to go through this road." Alessandra curled her smile and said softly, "Do you remember? When I was a child, a smile was a smile, tears were tears, black was black, white was white, everything was so simple, but only when we truly felt the emotion of tears in laughter could we grow up."

Emma fell silent. Emotions were never that simple. Everything in childhood was so simple, joy, sadness, disgust, anger, fear... Every emotion was so simple. However, with growth, they gradually understood that emotions were mixed, joy and sorrow were two sides of the same body, disgust and fear were often accompanied and depended on each other, and the power of anger and sorrow was surprising.

Just like she is now, she cannot tell her exact emotions, disgust, anger, fear, joy, sadness, etc. It seems that every emotion is mixed together, and finally turns into bitterness on the tip of her tongue, making people at a loss. So, is this called growth?

Not far away, the girls' discussions had shifted from scandals to makeup, and the "Los Angeles Times" was thrown aside. Emma looked at the blurry picture on the entertainment page from afar, and then felt a pain in her temples and closed her eyes in annoyance.

Is he a good person? Or is he a bad person?

Suddenly Emma remembered this year's Oscar Night, "You are obviously a good person, but why do you always act like a bastard?" She roared at him angrily, venting her bad emotions without any concealment. How did he answer at that time? The memory had become blurred.

She thought she could clearly remember every detail of the two people's relationship, but the fact was not the case. All the details that night had become glimpsed, leaving only a halo, just like a dream that could not wake up for a long time - everything in the dream was so real that it was impossible to distinguish between reality and dreams. But after waking up, the real dream quickly began to fade away and blur, and in the end there was only a halo that seemed familiar, hidden in the deepest part of my mind.

"Maybe I was."

Emma finally remembered that he was standing next to the taxi door, his proud and upright backbone was unmoved in the night wind. The raging wind swept into a large area of ​​darkness, surrounding him. The hazy street lights could not dispel the rich night color. He stood there like this, as if he only needed to support the whole world. Then he replied indifferently and calmly, "Maybe I was."

There was not much emotion in the cold voice, but a fact was just a calm and calm narrated. There was no self-pity, no compassion, no arrogance, no self-pity, no evil spirit, just... it was just calm, like a calm lake.

Maybe he has never been a good person, just her wishful thinking; maybe he was a bad person, but her momentary illusion caused a misunderstanding; maybe the dangerous and cold-blooded image the night before yesterday was his true face, but she herself didn't want to believe it.

Therefore, she should stay away from him, she should completely stay away from such a dangerous person, and she should keep a distance rationally. This is a good thing, at least she recognized his true face in time, right? Just like Little Red Riding Hood, recognizing the true face of the wolf in time not only avoids her own danger, but also avoids her grandmother's bad luck.

But... is this really a good thing? Or a bad thing? Why can't life continue to be simple? Why can't things continue to be simple? Why do they have to grow up? Why are the worlds of adults so complicated? Why must emotions be so mixed? Why can't you like it, and disgust cannot be disgusting?

She remembered their first meeting. She thought that the memory was very far away. All the pictures were blurred, and only some fragmented fragments were left. But the fact was just the opposite. Every detail of that heavy rain afternoon was so vivid and vividly as if it was just happening in front of her.

"Hey, handsome guy."

She shouted like an idiot, then his footsteps stopped, holding the bright red umbrella in his hand, the smile between his eyebrows slowly penetrated, lit up the blue eyes lightly and deeply, and burst out with a thrilling light. In an instant, the tenderness turned into eternity, as if the whole world had stopped working.

So, is he a good person or a bad person? Or is he a good person and a bad person?

"Emma." Alessandra looked at the tossing and turning worries and anxiety of the little girl in front of her, and couldn't help but widen her eyes curiously, "So, is the dialogue we just discussed Lancelot-Stralo?"

In a state of distraction, Emma had no way to react at all. She was stunned and her brain was in a state of crash, and she couldn't even think. Should she admit it, or do you agree? No, her worry just now was really because...

"Students!" The shouting accompanied by a few crisp applauses attracted Emma and Alessandra's attention. The chaos in the whole room calmed down in an instant. Everyone looked at the door together. The acting teacher walked into the classroom again. His eyes immediately turned towards Emma, ​​with a hint of inquiry and warning, "The rest time is over, and we should start the second class."

Emma let out a long breath, and even she didn't see her. She stood up eagerly, pulled Alexandra's arm, and then returned to her position to enter the acting class. Alexandra also knew that Emma was in a bad state, so the teacher must have stared at her, so she could only temporarily put the topic aside and return to the class.

Emma adjusted her breathing, forcing herself to kick the messy ball of thread in her mind into the corner, and temporarily focused on the performance class.

At the same time, with a "poof", Cole sat in the office but was stunned by the fear, and even the coffee that had just been drunk into his mouth was sprayed out.

ps: Today’s first update, there is still the last day left for double monthly tickets. I beg everyone for support!
Chapter completed!