Hollywood Secret Garden

The rare bright sunshine shrouded the entire city of London, adding a bit of vitality to this ancient city.The Houses of Parliament on the Thames, Big Ben, the London Eye, and the Millennium Bridge form a sharp historical contrast, giving people a heavy feeling and at the same time having a brisk and freshness.

With a click, the London Eye under the sun was frozen in the frame. After carefully examining the photo in the camera, the girl shrugged helplessly: "It's a pity, the sun is a little stronger, maybe a different angle is more suitable?"

But she soon became optimistic again: "It seems that if I don't sing or make movies in the future, I can try to be a photographer or something."

If you observe carefully for a long time, you will find that there are always a few people standing around her in twos and threes. Although some of them seem to be talking about business in suits and leather shoes, and some are wearing cameras and backpacks, they are dressed like tourists. The face has never changed.

Of course, no one can be this boring.So unless you are very familiar with someone, you will definitely not see this standing on the river bank with a mix of black and white long and short-sleeved T-shirts, wearing light gray jeans and blue and white canvas shoes, but wearing a pink and white lotus leaf hat. With long black curls and a pair of delicate and small glasses on the bridge of the nose, the girl holding the camera and shooting everywhere will be the famous Hollywood Miss Angel!

It took Angela a whole month to visit places such as Sydney, Hokkaido, Xi'an, Siem Reap, Hyderabad and Dubai before returning to Europe.After all, she just wanted to change her environment to improve her mood.

Although nothing major happened along the way, there were many small problems.For example, when I was in Xi’an, I was walking around the street with little make-up because of the difference in appearance, but I was recognized by sharp-eyed movie fans. Fortunately, the other party was more polite and only asked for an autograph and group photo. I didn’t appear to be chased for a few streets. Case.

In addition, when visiting Angkor Kiln in Siem Reap, the locals asked for tips, and one or two dollars could not be sent away; The English set is almost.At this time, the bodyguards following behind would take the initiative to drive these people away, and then looked at their boss with an innocent expression.

Although Angela has repeatedly emphasized that she doesn't want them to disturb her trip, she can only helplessly let go of this situation. After all, bodyguards have the right to make their own judgments based on what they observe.So later, as these things increased, after the bodyguards gave up long-distance tracking and surrounded her in a circle, she chose to acquiesce without saying anything.

However, there are still some gains along the way. For example, the camera was originally just an accessory item, and it was thrown in the corner of the suitcase without touching it at first.But as the journey went on, Angela, who occasionally took pictures, became interested in taking pictures, so she bought some photography books and practiced while traveling.The director's photography and photography are the same in many aspects, so she quickly mastered the skills and took a lot of beautiful landscape photos along the way. Although they can only be regarded as second-rate works, they are also very exquisite.

"Hey, Miss, can you please take a closer look?" Angela stepped back and wanted to take another picture of the London Eye from another angle, but just a few steps back, she bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm very sorry. I was too busy picking angles and didn't notice there were people." Angela turned her head and said apologetically. What she bumped into was a young man in his twenties to thirties with short brown hair. The facial features are also very correct.He looks very energetic and energetic, and what's even more rare is that he also holds a camera in his hand.It's not a DV or digital camera that combines video and photography, but a more professional film camera—it looks like a Nikon or a Konica.

The other party also noticed the Leica MP in Angie's hand at this time, and his dissatisfied expression suddenly turned into surprise.

"Are you also a photography enthusiast?" He suddenly became interested.

"Well...well, I've just started learning." Angela replied after thinking about it.

"Using such a good camera at the beginning?" The other party looked at the camera in her hand with some envy, and immediately changed the subject after asking a question: "Are you taking pictures of the London Eye? This is not the best angle."

"I know, there is some backlight here, but backlight can also produce very good results, can't it?" Angela said as she flipped the camera and continued to observe the Ferris wheel in the distance.

"Most of the good backlit works are very strong in terms of contrast. The environment here obviously does not meet the requirements," said the young man, who started to build a pergola and looked around, "unless it takes a few hours to wait for the sun to sink."

"That's not necessarily true. Even if the contrast is not very strong, you can still take a good picture." Angela put down the camera and looked at the other party. "Harris Sank had such a photo in the photography exhibition held in Winchester." , shot of the Parthenon."

"Parthenon?" The young man thought for a while, "Yes, I remember, but this is different, especially the environment. There are not so many tall buildings around the Parthenon."

"Yes, but you can't deny that it's possible to take good photos with low contrast but backlighting." Angela shrugged.

"This requires professional skills and rich experience." The other party shook his head disapprovingly.

"That's right, but I'm just a photography enthusiast, and I'm just getting started." Angela said quickly.

The young man showed a stunned expression, and then smiled helplessly: "Of course, you have the freedom to shoot——Abraham Rement, nice to meet you."

"Well...Chris Mason, I'm glad to meet you too." Angela shook hands with him.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are beautiful, Chris?" Abraham looked at Angela at this moment, his eyes lit up, and then he frowned: "It's strange, why do you look familiar?"

"Why, very similar to your girlfriend?" Angela said jokingly.

"Sorry, I don't have a girlfriend," Abraham shrugged with a smile, "But if you want, can we have a cup of coffee together?"

"Oh?" Angela raised her eyebrows and looked at the other party with a half-smile.

"It's just a cup of coffee, it won't take up too much of your time." The young man said kindly, followed him to look around, and suddenly leaned over and lowered his voice: "Did you see those tourists or people talking about business in twos and threes around? They're here to spy on me, I'm actually an MI6 agent and now I need a cover for me to get rid of these annoying guys in order to pass valuable information back."

"Agent?" Angela glanced at her bodyguards scattered around, and twitched the corners of her mouth involuntarily.Of course, she knew that the other party was joking, and she knew it just by the look of laughter, but a sense of funny absurdity still occupied her heart uncontrollably.

"Are you trying to tell me that your real name is James Bond, Abraham?" Angela asked jokingly.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't use this name now." The other party said solemnly.

Angela smiled and shook her head: "Okay, that's it, it's nice to meet you, Abraham, and it's also nice to talk to you about photography, but I still have to leave."

"Is this a rejection? It's really sad." Abraham sighed exaggeratedly.

"That's because..." Angela was silent for a moment, then shrugged: "I already have a girlfriend."

"Ah?" The young man looked at her dumbfounded. Angela stood still after walking away.

I originally thought that the guy who took the photo would be different, but I didn't expect it to still be the same.Angela walked on the street a little dullly.As soon as I got back to Europe, there were a lot of chats like this, especially in Italy and Spain, some guys couldn't wait to come and talk to single women as soon as they saw them, especially some guys who pretended to be street artists, what do you think? nausea.

Some people can refuse with "I have a girlfriend" - of course, some people have to leave in disgust - but there are also thick-skinned people who want to keep pestering, and at this time, bodyguards are required.It's a good thing that the young man named Abraham didn't do this, otherwise he must have had a pretty face when Angela called the bodyguard.

Angela chuckled twice and looked around, but sad emotions spread involuntarily in her heart.

I have a girlfriend... She mumbled to herself mockingly and turned a corner, then froze in place.Although some places have changed their appearance, the familiar scene still evokes the memory hidden in my mind in an instant.

She actually came here... Angela scanned the surroundings and tightly pursed her lips. She walked slowly on the street, her heart was constantly churning, sometimes chanting and sometimes caressing.

Soon, the bench at the corner of the street came into view. Although it had been renovated, its position had not changed.Angela bit her lip, walked over and sat down on the bench after hesitation.

With her eyes closed and a long breath, she suddenly raised her right leg and put it on the bench, then held her ankle and stared at the front without focus, as if she was thinking about something.

At this time, a voice came from nearby: "Hi, can I have a cold drink?"

Angela's body trembled slightly, and she hurriedly looked around. A slender figure was standing at the takeaway window of a food store not far from the bench, waiting for something.Angela stared at the other party, as if she wanted to rush over to bring her back.The other party seemed to have noticed something and turned his head. After seeing Angela, he smiled friendly, took the drink from the takeaway window, and left.

A feeling of disappointment suddenly came to her heart, Angela smiled wryly and shook her head slightly, but when she turned her head to look across the street, she froze again.On the opposite street, a slender figure stood there quietly. Although she was wearing a thin windbreaker, sunglasses and makeup, Angela still recognized her at a glance, even though she hadn't seen her for a long time.

How could she forget her.