Hollywood Secret Garden

Chapter 48

"Okay, okay, next time I will definitely not do this again, in short, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, now I said in advance, you should not blame me anymore... Ann, I didn't mean it ...I'm going to cry if I keep on talking like this, do you want me to cry in the airport hall?...Got it, I love you too, Jesse, but...before I hang up, I want to say...I want to say ...Jesse, I miss you so much, really!"

Click, Angela who hung up the phone breathed a sigh of relief, hell, that feeling came again, I just want to say that I miss you so much, why is my heart beating so fast?

The little girl returned to the VIP lounge. The plane might be a little late due to the heavy snow, so she sat down next to her parents and started to flip through the latest "Rolling Stone". The reviews for those three songs did have a full page, with a red background, and then a huge black silhouette of a person with a big white question mark in the middle.

These comments are both negative and positive, but most of them are on the lyrics and music, but they all affirm her singing skills. One of them is the most representative statement: very perfect, even the shortcomings are very perfect, yes, Maybe there are still some deficiencies, but Ms. AM has connected these deficiencies with the song very well, which makes these deficiencies have a different kind of charm, which is really surprising.

Such a high evaluation made Angela feel a little uneasy, and always felt unreal. Maybe if you read "Billboard" again, there will be more opinions for reference?Unfortunately, I couldn't buy it, so I'm afraid I'll have to wait until I return from London after the New Year.

But then again, is the little girl on Christmas Day really Scarlett Johansson?Angela didn't know. After all, unlike Lindsay Lohan, she had never seen Scarlett when she was a child. Besides, Scarlett didn't have the iconic features like Lindsay, such as that red hair.Forget it, don't think about it so much, so what if it is?Let's think about what we will face in London this New Year. The old Duke and Grandpa will definitely not let her go. Hey, what a headache.

When Angela woke up in a daze, she seemed to be already in the car, and she rarely slept in her father's arms.

"Hi, Dad, are we here yet?" The little girl yawned and sat up lazily, her eyes were dim and she seemed to be sleepy.

"What a little sleepy, your dad carried you off the plane and into the car, but you have been sleeping, and it seems that you haven't woken up yet." The familiar voice made Angela tremble, and she opened her eyes Eyes: "Uncle Frank?!"

"It's me, why? Are you surprised?" Frank in the driver's seat laughed.

"It doesn't matter, as long as it's not Gerald the housekeeper." Angela seemed relieved, and wanted to lie back in her father's arms, but her mother had already picked her up.

"Chris, you said the wrong thing just now." After letting her sit down, Elena, who straightened her collar, looked at her and said.

Angela stuck out her tongue and stopped talking. She forgot that this is England and London. She came here with her mother and went to grandpa's house, so some things—such as etiquette—must be strictly followed.

"My dear sister, when did you become as rigid as your father?" Frank shouted in front.

"Frank, this is not rigid, some etiquette should always be followed." Elena replied.

Frank shrugged, and whispered, "This is really not like you when you eloped." Of course, he could only whisper this, if Elena heard it, maybe something would happen again.

It was almost 5 o'clock when we arrived at Albert Manor, the sky had begun to darken, and the manor began to have lights. The surrounding Christmas decorations have been changed to New Year's ones, and it looks very beautiful on the white snow. .

As soon as Angela got out of the car, the sound of barking came from not far away, followed by two tall shepherd dogs and came straight over. Angela giggled, clapped her hands and opened her hands, and a shepherd dog jumped away immediately. The little girl jumped into her arms and stretched out her tongue to lick her. The little girl screamed and dodged around, but she was very happy. The other one, who was a little slower, whimpered and circled around her. After several laps, he kept rubbing against her leg.

"Okay, snooze, okay, Bobby, stop! Stop!" The little girl barked a few times, and the two big dogs stopped playing, and stood by her side loyally.

"No wonder these two guys run so fast. It turns out that my little angel is here." An old but loud voice came over, and a white-haired old man with slightly bald forehead walked over with a cane, and grandpa Kles Te Mason's calmness is different. Grandpa Clark Albert is more extroverted. Beside him is the old housekeeper Gerald in a black dress. The corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, and he looks peaceful, but everyone who knows knows that That's just the appearance.

Angela wanted to step forward to hug the old man, but hesitated for a while, and finally stretched her right leg and crossed her left leg on the spot, and then lowered her body with the corner of the skirt that didn't exist.

The old man froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "Why, when did you like to greet me in this way, dear."

The little girl stuck out her tongue and didn't know what to say for a while. Fortunately, her mother stepped forward and hugged the old man: "Happy New Year, Dad."

"Happy New Year, father-in-law." Jared also stepped forward to shake hands with the old man. He was not at odds with his calm father, but had a good relationship with his outgoing father-in-law. It was really interesting.

The family entered the manor under the leadership of the old man. Unlike the grandpa's New York villa, the whole manor was in a completely classical English style, from the doors and windows to the curtains to the corners, and the rather large fireplace all looked antique.

Mom's brothers and sisters, to be exact, except for the youngest sister, Winnie, who is still in Athens, the others have all returned early. Angela happily greeted the elders. One point is good, as long as they are of the same generation as their parents, men are called Uncle and women are called Aunt, which saves a lot of trouble.

Generally speaking, the family atmosphere is better than that in New York. This is not to say that the atmosphere at grandpa’s house is not good, but, although my mother had a falling out with the family because of falling in love with her father, and ran away angry, she finally reconciled with grandpa. , that was a real reconciliation, unlike my father, who faced his father face to face but hardly said anything.

But there is still one thing that cannot be escaped, and that is the prayer before meals. Although the little girl has been baptized—if there is no godfather, she is obviously not a believer—of course in name, and when her parents were young They are all relatively rebellious. Although they are all Christians, they are not very interested in worship and the like.

But the two old people are different, one is a devout Jew and the other is a devout Christian, so they are very strict in this regard, especially grandpa, as a nobleman, he has to observe a lot of etiquette, which is fine on weekdays, and on festivals. time must be obeyed.

Therefore, facing the fragrant smoked fish, ham, cheese, and mashed potatoes on the long table, even though the saliva was already on the lips, the little girl still had to sit on the bench, praying with everyone in a proper manner, and then With the help of the servants, I took the food to the plate, and ate small bites very ladylike and elegant. Alas, I knew that I should have something to eat on the plane, instead of sleeping through the night.

The only thing that made me a little happy was that my grandfather was face-sweeping in a rare instance. He wanted to have some red wine, but the butler took the bottle away.

"You can't drink, not even a drop." Mr. Butler was very polite and firm.

Grandpa was either bad or unable to say anything about it. He muttered a few words and finally shrugged. Mr. Gerald had grown up with him since he was a child.

After dinner, it was more casual. In front of the crackling fire, everyone gathered in twos and threes to discuss topics of interest. If you want to watch TV, you can go to your own room, and the living room is a place for chatting.

As the eldest granddaughter, Angela is undoubtedly much favored, and she also has an aura of affinity, which even animals cannot escape, such as those two big dogs, such as the horses in the stable, and now grandpa's snow-white The Persian cat is squinting and lying comfortably in her arms. This kitten is grandpa’s special pet. It usually sticks with the old man. Even the food is prepared for it by grandpa. Others want it. If you tease her, you will only get a blank stare.

"It's really unfair, why does Dudu always like to stay by your side?" Frank said while trying to tease the cat's chin, but was immediately brushed away by the humane kitten.

"Why, Uncle Frank is starting to be jealous of a kitten?" Angela said with a smile, and at the same time scratched the cat's chin like a demonstration. black line.

"What a proud cat." Uncle said helplessly.

"Being proud is better than lying," the little girl made a face at him. "Who told me to be careful?"

"I'm telling the truth." Frank shrugged.

"The truth? Were you telling the truth when you lied to Sister Julia?"

"Honey, it's not good to slander me like this. Besides, my dear Julia and I are just ordinary friends. We write more letters and seldom make phone calls. We discuss literary or philosophical issues, so you The rhetoric is very unreasonable."

normal friend?It's such an old-fashioned excuse, I'm already calling my dear, and I'm still hiding it, thinking I'm a three or four-year-old kid?Did I really know nothing when I was in LA?Angela squinted her eyes and looked at the eloquent Frank with contempt on her face. Before he could finish speaking, she turned and walked towards Grandpa.

"Hey, dear Chrissy, is it fun to make a movie?" Grandpa asked with a smile.

The little girl stuck out her tongue in surprise: "You thought you wouldn't ask."

"Why? Because I'm a bigot?" Grandpa laughed.

"Of course not. I'm afraid you'll blame me... I didn't come to see you when I came back to London." Angela replied eagerly.

"To be honest, I'm really unhappy, so you have to compensate me." At this time, the grandfather looked like an old urchin.

I knew it, the little girl pouted in her heart, and then asked: "Yes, I know, tomorrow night?"