Hollywood Secret Garden

Disney's reception is on the third floor of the Paleg Hotel, maybe on purpose, maybe not, who knows.However, when the little girl recalled the three or four days of filming here, she felt a lot of emotions, but this did not dispel her sense of boredom at the reception.

Angela tapped the ground lightly with the heel of her shoe. Fortunately, it was only a short heel, otherwise the heel would suffer again. She wandered around the hall aimlessly. She has attended similar receptions several times. Parents I occasionally bring her with me when I hold a party at the villa in Beverly Hills, but it’s really boring. The guests always get together in twos and threes to talk about topics of interest to each other. Men can’t do without career and women, while women put Beauty and gossip are always on the lips. These are not topics that little guys can talk about. Besides, would anyone discuss these things with a little girl?

However, there was always something to do at the reception, so Angela went to the table and took a small piece of smoked fish cake, put it in her mouth, chewed it slowly, nodded first, then frowned.

"What? Doesn't taste good?" A voice came from beside him.

"It's not bad. Compared with the chefs in Buckingham Palace, the chefs here are more imaginative, but they are inferior in techniques. I personally suggest that they should be more conservative before perfecting the techniques for making new-style smoked fish." The little girl He replied without thinking, but then he reacted and looked around. Nancy stood beside her, looking at her with a little surprise.

Angela didn't panic at all, she shrugged and said, "Just kidding."

Nancy smiled and said, "I thought you would become a gourmet again."

"Are you complimenting me or making fun of me?" The little girl blinked.

"Actually, I want to thank you." Nancy said seriously.

Angela, who often browses movie news, of course knows why. She started to feel a little embarrassed. Thick and not only slightly reddened.

She said quickly: "No, Nancy, without you and Mr. Charles, this script is just a script. I'm glad you made it into a movie. I believe I did nothing wrong by sending it to you."

Nancy smiled slightly: "Without you, "A Couple Made With Me" would have lost a lot of color."

"That's not necessarily true. Without sisters Julia and Meg, it would lose a lot of color." Angela was not proud, she didn't want to say anything more on this topic, and asked another question: "Sleepless in Seattle" Received the script?"

"Of course, but why did you send it to me?" Nancy was puzzled.

"Because I think this is more interesting." Angela said with a grin. Of course, she would not say that Jennifer sent it out because of her mistake.

"Okay, so those two pictures you clipped in the script, are you drawing Mr. Tom Hanks?" Nancy asked again.

"Yes," Angela replied, "Why, you don't think it's appropriate?"

"It's hard to say, Angie, I think..." Nancy wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by the little girl: "Nancy, if you believe me, just choose Mr. Hanks, I don't think he will will disappoint you."

Nancy was a little puzzled. She didn't understand why Angela had so much confidence in Tom Hanks, although he was indeed suitable for the role.Angela also knew that she was a little too hasty, so she shrugged: "To be honest, when I wrote this script, I actually wrote it according to the image of Sister Meg and Mr. Hanks. Of course, if you think it's inappropriate, that's okay." Come with you."

Just when Nancy was thinking, her husband, Mr. Charles, came over and whispered something in her ear, Nancy nodded, and then smiled apologetically at Angela: "I'm sorry, Angie, I have something to leave. "

"Please." Angela obediently made a gesture of please.

After seeing Nancy chatting with her husband and three other men and a woman, the little girl looked around again. Sister Big Mouth did not come, while Sister Sweetheart and her husband were chatting with others, still bored, so she went to the window Let’s go, anyway, if Hanks and Meg, the silver-screen couple, really don’t reappear due to one or another situation, then let’s just leave it at that, anyway, it’s impossible for everything to run according to the original track, Besides, there is my own big butterfly, but speaking of it, what would have happened if I had sent the script to the original author and director, Ms. Nora Ephron?This idea only flashed in his head and was thrown aside. After all, the script has been given to Nancy, and Nancy is definitely no worse than Nora, so it is actually useless to think about it.

At this time, Angela's eyes fell on a boy standing by the window, and it was rare to meet people of the same age at the reception.That boy is about thirteen or fourteen years old, with brown hair parted on the right side that almost covers the right side of his face, with one hand in his trouser pocket, his head tilted, and he fiddled with a small table next to the window in boredom. The decorative swing ball, with a cynical smile on the corner of his mouth, looks out of place with the black suit on his body.

As if aware that he was being watched, the boy turned his head to look at Angela, and then he froze, as if seeing something surprising, he opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth to say something, but a He didn't make any syllables, and just looked at her straight.

Although Angela has been watched like this by many people before, this time she clearly felt that there was something else in the boy's eyes, which made her a little terrified. Seeing that the boy still kept silent, the little girl had to cough dryly: "Why, Is there something on my face?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," the boy woke up like a dream, his face flushed a little flustered and embarrassed, but he quickly calmed down, straightened his collar, and bowed slightly: "Hello, dear lady, I yes……"

"John Connor, the savior of mankind, I know." Angela said solemnly. When she saw him for the first time, she recognized him. There was no way. That movie was so classic, Disney It was a surprise that they were still invited.

The boy scratched his head in embarrassment again, and then spread his hands in a helpless manner: "Well, miss, if you want me to lead mankind to save the earth, you have to wait at least six years."

"It doesn't matter, if the producer agrees, you can start leading all mankind tomorrow." Angela shrugged with a smile, and then looked around, "Is Mr. T-800 here too?"

"Yes, but Mr. T-1000 didn't come because of something, but their creator did." The boy raised his eyebrows.

"You mean 'Skynet' is coming?" Angela asked deliberately.

"No, no, no," the boy shook his head like a rattle, and then gave a bad smile: "I'm talking about the old man with thinning hair, a beard, and always likes to scold people."

"This is not good," the little girl said, shaking a finger up, "How can you say that about your stepfather."

The boy was slightly taken aback, and then he understood. Although he was surprised that the girl in front of him was well informed, he still said with a smile: "Dear miss, strictly speaking, Mr. T-800 should be my stepfather."

Angela tilted her head and thought for a while before saying, "Okay, you're right, so can you tell me where they are?"

The boy coughed dryly at this moment, and stretched out his hand to the little girl in a polite manner: "Nice to meet you, I'm Edward Furlong, may I ask the lady's name."

"Angela Mason, it's a pleasure to meet you too." Angela shook hands with him helplessly. Although she had an interesting conversation with him just now, it doesn't mean that she wants to be friends with him. After all, Edward Fowler Lang became famous when he was young, like many Hollywood child stars who became famous when they were young, they started to let themselves go when they grew up, and even took drugs and did not do business when they were adults, and their image was completely ruined in a few years.It's enough to meet such a person once in a while and chat for a few minutes. Whether it's in the previous life or the present, she doesn't like this kind of person, and she is still a girl now.

"Angela Mason?" Edward seemed to have thought of something, scratched his head and then suddenly realized: "Oh, God, you are the two little girls in "A Couple Made For You"?!"

He took a step back in surprise, looked Angela up and down completely, and then praised: "You are much more beautiful than in the movie, your...your eyes are very charming."

Although she has lived in the United States since she was born in this life, the little girl is still not used to their directness sometimes, so she can't help coughing dryly: "Can you tell me, Mr. Director, where are they?"

The current Edward is still very good at checking his face. Seeing that Angela has no desire to talk more, nor does he plan to stalk, he pointed out the direction for her very gentlemanly, following the gap between the crowd, It didn't take Angela much effort to spot the big figure of Mr. Governor.

"Thank you, Mr. Furlong." The little girl smiled and nodded politely to Edward. The corners of her mouth were curved, which looked very cute.

"It's a great honor to serve you. You can call me Edward." The boy is very good at hitting snakes with sticks.

"You can also call me Angela," the little girl said helplessly, "If possible, can we talk later?"

"It's a great honor." Edward straightened his collar again. Although it didn't fit in with the suit on his body, he was quite gentlemanly, and with his good appearance, I believe that the princes would like it very much.

But Angela ignored his charm at all, gave him a smile, and left without looking back.