Hollywood Secret Garden

There was a busy scene in the steaming kitchen. The servants were shuttling back and forth, preparing dinner, cheese pudding, Christmas ham, everything that should be there, and what shouldn't be... also.

"Okay, you can turn the fire to the minimum, and then just boil it for 20 minutes." After tasting the fresh soup with a spoon, the grandmother holding the baby girl who was only a few months old said so.

Although she is only half of Chinese blood, her grandma is an out-and-out oriental woman in terms of appearance, words and deeds. Even though the years have left countless marks on her face, she can't conceal her gentle and watery temperament.

"Grandma, are you making vegetarian soup again?" Angela asked in Chinese standing behind grandma.

"It's Xueyi, have your father and the others come yet?" Grandma was surprised when she saw the little girl, and she also replied in Chinese.

Although she was disgusted by her grandma calling her Chinese name—for her, a Chinese name reminds her of her gender—the little girl still smiled and said: "We just arrived, I came here to see you, of course , and Susu."

As he spoke, he winked at the little baby girl in grandma's arms. The little baby who had been quietly looking at the kitchen suddenly became happy, babbling and stretching out his hands to grab Angela.

"It seems that Susu is still very attached to you, do you want to hug her?" Grandma said with a smile in English.

"Can I?" The little girl blinked her eyes. Although she looked calm, her eyes were full of longing that couldn't be concealed.

Grandma bent down and handed the little baby girl to her. Angela took it immediately, and then impatiently took a firm bite on little Susu's face. She loved children very much in the past and present, especially the little baby, who was so pink. Her appearance makes people drool, and it is really a pleasure to tease her. Of course, it is impossible for her to take care of children, so, to be precise, she likes to play with children.

"Grandma, I saw that the plum blossom piles in the garden seem to be much shorter. Did grandpa ask for it?" Angela, who was teasing little Susu, asked suddenly.

"Yes, he always asked me not to practice anymore, but after so many years, how could I let it go? In the end, we each took a step back. I lowered the height of the plum blossom pile to the range allowed by him." Grandma smiled, that is A smile that is very clear to her husband.

Angela shrugged and didn't plan to say anything more, but grandma asked with a smile at this moment: "I don't think you should continue practicing, have you?"

The little girl who was choked by the saliva kept coughing a few times, she glanced carefully at her grandma, who was still smiling, as if she had no other meaning, so she said cautiously: "Actually, grandma, you know, I have many ..."

But under the gaze of grandma, she quickly gave up her plan to defend herself, and said dejectedly: "Yes, I didn't stick to it."

Practicing martial arts is indeed very hard, and she can't hold on to just Zha Mabu. It's not as fun as practicing musical instruments. Back then, I pestered my grandma to learn Wing Chun, but it was just to fulfill the martial arts dream that every man had in his previous life.But it was only when she started to practice that she realized how painful it was. Although she had imagined it and was mentally prepared, the theory was not as good as her own experience. In addition, she was a girl now, so she had to give up several times.

So so far, with her intelligence, she has memorized all the moves of Wing Chun, and the routines are decent, but she doesn't have any strength at all, she is completely flamboyant.

"If you can't persist, don't practice. It's not easy for a girl to practice. If it's just for self-defense, grandma can teach you simplified Wing Chun when you get older." To the little girl's surprise, grandma didn't say much, This made Angela very depressed. She can be sure that grandma's Wing Chun is definitely 100 times stronger than those masters who opened a gym to teach apprentices in the previous life. What a pity.

However, Angela has always wanted to know how grandma learned this boxing technique, but grandma didn't want to say more, and the family didn't mention it much. They just knew that grandma used to be surnamed Li and had an older brother in Chinatown, New York. , I have a good relationship with grandma, but I have lived on the west coast for many years, so naturally I don't have much chance to inquire about it.

The little girl who was thinking about it suddenly felt a pain in her forehead, and the mischievous Susu was stretching out her hand to play with her hair cheerfully. The grandmother who praised the soup for the grandfather said hello, and slipped out of the kitchen with Susu in her arms.

Christmas Eve is a great time, and what could be better than dining with the family?And the most worrying thing didn't happen - the father restrained himself very well, or both father and grandpa restrained themselves very well, and the two didn't talk much to each other.

But even if the family atmosphere is good, Angela still has her own depression, such as the gift package under the Christmas tree, or accompanying grandpa to the synagogue to report the good news to the old man of God after dinner, and delivering candy to the choir.

As for the former, she doesn't think there will be anything she wants in the gift bag. Probably after getting up tomorrow morning, Santa Claus will stuff a set of Barbie dolls or teddy bears in the socks. In short, it is absolutely impossible to be deformed. King Kong, remote control racing cars and the like.

For the latter, the old man is a devout Jew, but the strange thing is that he does not force his wife or children on this, which is an anomaly among the Jews, if his wife and children are willing to accompany him after Christmas dinner every year Just go together, it's fine if you don't want to, even Jared can't say anything about it, but as long as Angela spends Christmas in New York, he will always accompany him, no matter what, little girls will never refuse people.

"God is fair, Angela, if he gives you something, he will definitely take away something from you." When he came out of the church, the old man said to her.

"Yes, I know." The little girl nodded, expressing her understanding. She was tired of hearing such words in her previous life after watching blockbuster movies.

"Do you like making movies, Angie?" The old man asked suddenly, and then sat down on the bench by the street, seeming a little tired.

"Grandpa, it's too cold here, let's go back first." The little girl looked at the street, and there were piles of snowflakes that had not yet melted.

"It's okay, honey, this temperature can't hurt me." The old man smiled, and then asked seriously again: "Angie, do you like making movies?"

The little girl scratched her head through the hat. She probably understood what grandpa wanted to say. To be honest, she didn't have an answer, at least right now. Do you like making movies?Of course I like it, but what if I keep shooting it?She believes that she may still need to hone herself now, but she will definitely not be worse than any Hollywood actress in the future, but this is the problem, it is an actress, no matter where she is, she will always treat women harshly. There is an unavoidable problem.But she was unwilling to let her give up.

"Dear grandpa, I don't think I can give you the answer, maybe I still need time." Angela sighed, and sat down beside her grandpa, "I just wrote another script and submitted it to Warner, and they invited me to act in it." , I also...agreed."

"Really, you really deserve to be a genius, Angie." The old man said with a smile.

The little girl stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, and then heard the old man say again: "I don't need your answer now, Angie, but I hope you can think about it... If I wasn't too assertive at the beginning, maybe Jedi wouldn't leave. I ran away from home, and I still don’t want to talk to me.”

The sigh and regret on the old man's face surprised Angela. This was the first time she heard grandpa say that in person. She was about to ask about it in detail, but when she realized that what she had said was too much, the grandpa hurriedly stopped: " Okay, let's go back." Then he touched the little girl's head: "Remember what I said, Angie, God has given you one thing..."

"It will definitely take one thing from me, yes, I know." Angela quickly continued, she understood why grandpa was reminding herself, but how did he know that the old guy in God had already taken one of her most important things? important stuff.Angela turned her head to look at the still flickering synagogue, which was far away, and sighed inwardly.

At this time, a voice came over: "Mr. Kleist, is that you?"

The little girl and the old man looked for the reputation at the same time. There was a family of three standing on the corner of the street. The middle-aged man who looked like he was almost forty was greeting him. The old man recognized who it was at a glance and waved: "It's me, Ai. Merry Christmas, Funer."

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Kleist, your body is just right, you can't sit in such a humid place." Evner walked over with his wife and daughter.

"What? Grandpa was sick not long ago?" Angela jumped up and asked.

"Okay, dear, it's nothing, people will always get sick when they get old." The old man raised a hand and said.

"But why hasn't anyone told us?!" The little girl said angrily with her hands on her hips, and then looked at Avner: "Mr. Avner, what's going on."

"Okay, Angie, Evner is my personal doctor, not yours, and it's not a serious illness." The old man said dumbfounded.

"No, grandpa, this is an excuse. I guess you must have gone to Mr. Evner's house, so grandma must not know. Well, now, let's go back right away!" The little girl couldn't help but go to pull the old man.

The old man had no choice but to stand up, greeted Efner, and was dragged forward by the little girl. Efner shrugged amusedly, and watched the grandparent and grandson go away.

"Dad, is that girl Mr. Kleist's granddaughter?" His 10-year-old daughter suddenly asked.

"Yes, what's the matter, honey?" Avner asked.

"It's nothing, I just feel like I've seen it somewhere before." The little girl muttered, her gaze kept on the other person's back.

As if feeling it, the other party also turned around and looked this way at this time, the eyes of the two girls collided in the air, and then separated immediately, although it was only a glance, but this instinct told her that maybe they would meet again in the future noodle.