goodbyemrhollywood书虫别了好莱坞先生.docx

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goodbyemrhollywood书虫别了好莱坞先生

Mysterygirl

ItallbeganonabeautifulspringmorninginavillagecalledWhistler,inCanada--aprettylittlevillageinthemountainsofBritishColumbia.

Therewasacaf?

inthevillage,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,backintothecaf?

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'tmeetatapartyin

Toronto.Idon'tgotopartiesveryoften,andneverinToronto.'

'Oh,'thegirlsaid.Butshedidn'tgetupormoveaway.

'Havesomecoffee,'saidNick.ThestoryaboutthepartyinTorontowasn'ttrue,butitwasabeautifulmorning,andshewasaprettygirl.'MaybeitwasapartyinMontr閍l.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"MrHollywood".'ShesmiledatNick.'CanIcallyou"MrHollywood"too?

'

Nicklaughed.'OK',hesaid.'AndwhatcanIcallyou?

'

Shesmiledagain.'CallmeMysteryGirl,'shesaid.

''That'sagoodnameforyou,'saidNick.

Justthen,themanwithwhitehaircameintothecaf?

HedidnotlookatNickorthegirl,buthesatatatablenearthem.Heaskedthewaiterforsomebreakfast,thenhebegantoreadamagazine.

Thegirllookedattheman,thenquicklylookedawayagain.

'Doyouknowhim?

'Nickaskedher.

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

Nickstoodup,too.'Niceto-'hebegan.

Butthegirlsuddenlytookhisfacebetweenherhands,andkissedhimonthemouth.'Drivecarefully,MrHollywood.Goodbye'shesaid,witha

big,beautifulsmile.Thensheturnedandwalkedquicklyaway.

Nicksatdownagainandwatchedher.Shewalkeddowntheroadandintoabighotel.

'Nowwhat,'thoughtNick,'wasthatallabout?

'

ThemanwithwhitehairwatchedNickandwaited.Afterfouroffiveminutes,Nickfinishedhiscoffee,tookhisbooksandhiscamera,andleftthecaf?

Hiscarwasjustoutsidethegirl'shotel,andhewalkedslowlyalongthestreet