Hollywood Secret Garden

"God, I just forgot Jefferson on the four heads of President Hill. Miss Green asked me to sing a song in the classroom because of it. It's really unfair. No one else can tell." Sitting in the last row of the school bus Angela whined to Jessica.

"That's because you are outstanding and eye-catching." Jessica hid a smile.

"Jessie! Are you comforting me or mocking me!" Angela waved her small fist pretending to be annoyed.

Jessica immediately put on a resentful look, and said displeasedly: "I'm telling the truth, Your Royal Highness, if you are not outstanding, how will your prince find you?"

"You still act! I told you to act!" Angela was about to pinch Jessica's face, but Jessica giggled and kept dodging, and the two girls laughed and fought together again.

After playing for a while, they stopped. Angela suddenly looked at Jessica and sighed faintly. Jessica was a little puzzled, and waved her hand in front of her: "Hey, Angie, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Angela shook her head, with a sad tone, "It's just that I'm graduating this year, and you're going to the Drama Academy next year. We may never have the chance to ride the school bus together again."

"Oh my God, you think too much. I haven't moved away. Even if we don't see each other on weekdays, we can still play together on weekends." Jessica was a little puzzled, she didn't have a "forty" year old " old man" sentimentality.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this," Angela shrugged, changed the subject, and approached Jessica with her hand rolled up like a microphone: "So, Miss Jessica Alba, what do you say to yourself?" How do you feel about winning the Best Actress Oscar for the first time?"

When it comes to acting, Jessica always has a lot to say, which just gives Angela time to be sentimental. The reason why she was a little emotional just now is that besides being "old", she is currently the only one of her age. bosom friend.The life of sticky beans and sticky beans for so many years made her feel that if she couldn't see Jessica for a day, she would feel that her life was missing something. Love also plays a role in fueling the flames, don't worry about certain things, after all, she doesn't have the tools to commit crimes.

"Hey, Angie! You're distracted again!" Jessica waved her hands in front of her again, shouting dissatisfied.

"What, oh, I'm sorry," Angela came back to her senses, and smiled quickly: "Then, Miss Alba, please continue with your acceptance speech."

"Didn't you hear anything just now?" Jessica crossed her arms and looked at her with her head tilted.

"Oh, come on, honey, you know sometimes I get distracted easily." Angela stuck out her little tongue.

Jessica sighed, put her folded arms on the backrest in the front row, raised her head and said softly: "You know, Angie, I really don't have any extravagant hopes for winning awards, I just want to perform, to show everyone Look, it doesn’t matter if it’s a TV series, a movie, or a stage play, as long as it gives me a stage to show myself and let my ideals bloom, I’m very satisfied.”

Angela looked at her lovely side face, and couldn't help but feel turbulent. Of course, she knew Jessica's future achievements. Although film critics paid more attention to her beautiful appearance, no one could deny that she had made for her ideal. Now, listening to her narrate her dream with her own ears, seeing her yearning eyes full of persistence, she had an impulse for no reason, which flowed through her body like an electric current, which made her a little irritable and excited.

"How about it, Jessica, when you become famous, I will write a script for you!" Angela leaned in front of her, stared at her and said seriously.

Jessica was slightly taken aback, then said with a smile: "Why, are you planning to go to film school?"

"I'm serious!" Angela was a little displeased, and lowered her voice: "You know, Disney's Touchstone Film Company sent someone to my house yesterday to tell me that they took a fancy to one of my animation scripts and a movie script , planning to buy it."

"What?" Jessica looked at her in surprise, her eyes were wide open, her mouth was almost O-shaped, "Really?!"

"If you don't believe it, you'll know when the movies and cartoons are released." Angela was very dissatisfied with Jessica's suspicion, puffing out her chest angrily, like a proud little peacock.

At this time, the school bus turned around a street and was near Brenket Street. The little girl hurriedly grabbed her schoolbag and ran to the bus door. Before leaving, she still turned her head and made a face at Jessica.

"Hey, Angie, is what you just said true?" Jessica yelled at Angela, who got out of the car, lying in front of the window.

"I've already told you! Believe it or not, decide for yourself!" Angela made a face again, and before she could yell again, she ran for a few meters before stopping. Looking back, the school bus had already left .

"Damn Jesse, you don't believe me!" Angela muttered, angrily walking home slowly, at this moment she had completely forgotten about yesterday's disbelief of her parents.

At the door of the house, Jennifer was waiting for her with milk as usual after she rang the doorbell.

"Little one, how was school today?" the housekeeper asked with a smile.

"It's unlucky, I forgot that there is Jefferson on the President's Hill." The little girl swallowed it in one breath, shrugging.

"That's great, at least you didn't call him Mr. Rushmore." Jennifer joked, and then said seriously: "Chris, Mrs. Meyers is here to see you."

"Mrs. Meyers? How long have you been here?" Angela's eyes lit up and she asked hurriedly.

"About... half an hour?" Jennifer thought for a while and replied.

"What's the matter with her?" The little girl squeezed her chin. "If you decide to buy two of my scripts and need to negotiate the price, you should talk to your parents. Why are you looking for me?"

"You'll know when you go in." Jennifer said with a smile.

"Oh my god, you're here again. You knew it but didn't tell me." Angela rolled her eyes and walked in a little depressed.

Like yesterday, mother Elena and Nancy sat on the sofa in the living room separately, but the atmosphere between the two was a bit weird.

"Hi, Mom, I'm back." Although puzzled, Angela greeted politely: "Hello, Mrs. Meyers."

"Hello, Angela, I'm glad we met again, you can call me Nancy." Nancy replied with a smile.

"Chris, put down your schoolbag and come to the living room, okay? Nancy wants to talk to you alone." Elena glanced at Nancy and said, the strange atmosphere became more and more obvious.

Although the little guy didn't understand what happened, it didn't stop her from playing tricks. She scratched her head, then looked at her mother and said with a smile, "If we just talk about it alone, we can talk about it with you." room."

Elena frowned slightly, then a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she nodded and agreed: "Okay, no problem."

Angela stuck out her tongue and greeted Nancy with her schoolbag. Nancy smiled and followed her upstairs to her bedroom.As soon as he entered the door, the little guy breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his head to look in the corridor from time to time, looking very cute.

"It seems that you are very afraid of your mother." Nancy beside her joked.

"It's not fear, but love," Angela said solemnly: "There is a saying in China called 'fear because of love', because you love her, you are afraid of her, afraid of her anger, afraid of causing trouble for her, afraid of her being unhappy, although It is mostly used between men and women, but I think it can also be described between children and parents."

"One two two bases?" Nancy frowned and barely pronounced, and then asked in surprise: "You can also speak Chinese?!"

"Oh, I can speak English, Chinese, French, and a little bit of Swedish and Greek." Angela shrugged with a smile, then remembered something, and quickly moved the stool in front of the dressing table: "I'm sorry, please sit down. "

As soon as Nancy sat down, she threw down another sentence, please wait a moment and ran out, which made her laugh and shake her head, but she also liked the little guy even more. I didn't expect that this talented girl also has a talent for languages.She looked up at Angela's bedroom. It was spacious but tidy, and it seemed to be tidied up frequently, and from the placement of some small items, it could be seen that she cleaned it by herself - of course she didn't know that the little girl was forced to clean by her mother since she was a child Her own room, as an otaku who used to be lazy to clean up her appearance, what a painful torture, of course she was tortured out in the end.

At this time, Nancy's eyes fell on the piano on the balcony, and there were many musical instruments beside the piano, such as violins, guitars, piccolos, etc., and many of them she couldn't name.On the opposite side of the piano is an adjustable table, on which papers and many paintbrushes are neatly piled up—these are not crayons for children’s graffiti, but real carbon pencils for sketching, needle pens for comics, etc. , I believe that the conceptual drawings of the Lion King were created here!

All this made Nancy even more surprised. If Angela is really so versatile, what kind of surprises can she give?

"I kept you waiting." Angela came back with a tray, which contained a teapot, cups and her own juice.

"Thank you very much." Nancy took the cup, then pointed to the musical instruments: "It can be seen that you like music very much."

"Yes, but it's a coincidence to learn musical instruments." The little girl replied with a smile, "When I was young, the doctor said I had ADHD, so I had to do something to concentrate, so I chose to learn painting and musical instruments. I didn't feel it, but I became more and more fascinated later, and finally attracted people from the National Children's Association."

"Why?" Nancy asked puzzled.

"Because I practiced all day long, someone thought my parents were abusing their children and called the association." Angela shrugged.

Nancy couldn't help laughing: "You are really cute, Angela."

"Thank you for the compliment." The little guy secretly rolled her eyes. Every time she was praised for being cute by a stranger, she always felt a little creepy. It seemed that she still hadn't fully adapted to being a girl.

"Oops," she patted herself on the head suddenly: "I'm talking about other things, so, Nancy, what can I do for you?"

Nancy put away her smile, stared at Angela, and said solemnly after a while: "Angela, can I invite you to star in "A Couple Made For You?"