Chapter 9: invite

"Oh my god, I just forgot Jefferson's four head portraits. Miss Green actually asked me to sing a song in the classroom. This is really unfair. No one else can tell." Sitting on the last of the school bus Pai Angela grumbled at Jessica.
"That's because you're outstanding and compelling." Jessica grinned.
"Jesse! Are you comforting or sarcastic!" Angela shook her fist angrily.
Jessica immediately made a resentful look, unhappy: "I'm telling the truth, Your Royal Highness, if you are not outstanding, how can your prince find you?"
"You're still acting! I'm telling you to act!" Angela was going to pinch Jessica's face, and Jessica chuckled and hid, and the two girls were giggling together again and again.
After playing for a while, they stopped. Angela suddenly looked at Jessica with a sigh of sigh. Jessica was somewhat inexplicable, and she reached out and shook her in front of her: "Hey, Angie, what happened to you?"
"Nothing," Angela shook her head, a little sad in her tone. "It's just that I'm graduating this year, and next year you're going to the Academy of Drama. We may not have the opportunity to take the school bus together."
"Oh my god, you think too much, I haven't moved away. Even if I don't see each other, I can still play together on the weekend." Jessica was somehow confused. She didn't have a "forty" year-old " "Old man" sentimental.
"Okay, okay, let's not say this," Angela shrugged, changed the subject, and rolled her hands into a microphone before Jessica: "So, Miss Jessica Alba, you say this to yourself What do you think of winning the Oscar for best actress twice? "
When it comes to acting, Jessica always has a lot to say, which is just enough to give Angela time to be sentimental. She just felt a little bit because she is the only one of her age. Close friends. In the past few years, the life of sugar sticky beans and bean stickies made her feel that if she couldn't see Jessica one day, she would feel that she had lost a lot of life. Of course, the reason why she was so conscientious was that Jessica Alba Favorite also contributes to the situation. Don't worry about certain things. After all, she doesn't have a crime tool.
"Hey, Angie! You're lost again!" Jessica waved a hand in front of her again, shouting dissatisfied.
"What, oh, I'm sorry," Angela came back to her with a smile and said: "So, Miss Alba, please continue with your award."
"Did you hear it just now?" Jessica folded her arms and looked at her with her head tilted.
"Oh, don't do that, darling, you know that sometimes I get lost easily." Angela spit out her tongue.
Jessica sighed, placed her embracing arms on the back of the front row, and gently raised her head: "Do you know, Angie, I don't really have any hope for the award, I just want to perform and perform for everyone Look, whether it ’s a TV show, a movie, or a stage play. As long as it can give me a stage to show myself, and let my ideals bloom, I ’m very satisfied.

Angela looked at her lovely side face and could not help turning up the waves. Of course, she knew about Jessica's future achievements. Although the film critics paid more attention to her beautiful appearance, no one could deny what she had done for her own ideals. Her efforts, now listening to her dreams, watching her longing eyes filled with persistence, she had an impulse for no reason, and it flowed through her body like a current, making her a little irritable and excited.
"So, Jessica, when you are little known, I will write a script for you!" Angela came to her, staring at her seriously.
Jessica froze slightly, then said with a smile: "Why, are you going to go to the film school?"
"I'm serious!" Angela said a little displeasedly, lowering her voice: "You know, yesterday's Touchstone Film Company sent someone to my house to tell me that they fancy one of my animated script and a movie script , Intending to buy it. "
"What?" Jessica looked at her in surprise, her eyes widened, her mouth almost becoming o-shaped, "Really?"
"If you don't believe it, you'll know when the movie and cartoons are released." Angela was very dissatisfied with Jessica's suspicion, and raised her chest angrily, like a proud peacock.
At this time, the school bus turned over a street, and it was near Blenkert Street. The little girl was busy grabbing her schoolbag and rushing to the door. Before leaving, she did not forget to make a face at Jessica.
"Hey, Angie, is what you said just true?" Jessica lay down in front of the window and called down Angela, who was down the car.
"I already told you! Do you believe in your own decision!" Angela made a grimace again and waited for her to yell. She ran for a few meters before stopping, and then looked back. The school bus was gone. .
"Damn Jesse, don't believe me!" Angela muttered, walking slowly towards the house in discouragement. At this time, she had completely left her parents' disbelief yesterday.
Outside the house, Jennifer waited for her with milk as usual after she rang the doorbell.
"Little kid, how are you at school today?" The housekeeper asked with a smile.
"What a bad luck, I forgot Jefferson on the President's Hill." The little girl sighed, shrugging.
"That's great. You didn't call him Mr. Rushmore, at least." Jennifer joked, and then straightened out, "Kris, Mrs. Meyers is here for you."
"Mrs. Meyers? How long have you been here?" Angela asked with a flash of eyes.
"About ... for half an hour?" Jennifer thought for a moment before answering.
"Is there anything wrong with her?" The little girl squeezed her chin. "If you decide to buy my two scripts and need to talk about the price, you should talk to your parents, why should you ask me?"
"You won't know until you get in." Jennifer said with a smile.
"Oh my God, you're here again, but you know but don't tell me." Angela rolled her eyes and walked in with a bit of depression.
Like yesterday, mom Elena and Nancy were sitting on the sofa in the living room, but the atmosphere between the two was a little weird.
"Hey, mom, I'm back." Despite her doubts, Angela greeted politely, "Hello, Mrs. Meyers."
"Hello, Angela, I'm glad we meet again. You can call me Nancy." Nancy answered with a smile.
"Kriss, can you come down to the living room and drop your schoolbag? Nancy wants to talk to you alone." Elina said with a glance at Nancy. The strange atmosphere became more obvious.
Although the little guy didn't understand what happened, this did not prevent her from playing a trick. She grabbed her head and watched her mother smiled and said, "If it's just talking alone, it can be done in my In the room. "
Elena frowned slightly, then a smile appeared in the corner of her mouth, and nodded in agreement: "Okay, no problem."
Angela stuck her tongue out and asked Nancy with her schoolbag. Nancy smiled and followed her upstairs to her bedroom. As soon as he entered the door, the little guy was relieved, and turned his head from time to time in the corridor, looking very cute.
"It looks like you're afraid of your mother." Nancy quipped.
"Not afraid, but love," Angela said earnestly, "There is a Chinese saying called 'fear because of love'. Because she loves her, she is afraid of her. She is afraid that she may be annoyed and may cause her trouble. It's mostly used between men and women, but I think it can be described as such between children and parents. "
"One, two, two?" Nancy frowned reluctantly, then asked in surprise: "Do you know Chinese ?!"
"Oh, I speak English, Chinese, French, and a little bit of Swedish and Greek." Angela shrugged with a smile, then remembered something, and moved the stool in front of the dresser: "I'm sorry, please sit down. "
Nancy just sat down, she left a sentence, and waited to run out, which made her laugh and shook her head, but she also liked the little guy more. I didn't expect this talented girl to have a language talent. She looked up at Angela's bedroom. It was large but tidy, and she often seemed to pack up, and from the placement of some small items, she cleaned it by hand. Of course, she didn't know that the little girl was forced to clean by her mother from an early age. In her own room, as a otaku who had been lazy and careless, how painful this was, and of course she was finally tortured.
At this time, Nancy's eyes fell on the piano on the balcony, and there were many instruments, violin, guitar, piccolo, etc. beside the piano, and many could not name her. On the opposite side of the piano was a lifting table, neatly stacked with paper and many brushes-it was not a crayon for children's graffiti, but a carbon pencil for sketching, a stylus for comics, etc. , I believe that a few concept pictures of the Lion King were created here!
All this surprised Nancy even more. If Angela is really so versatile, what kind of surprise can she give?
"Let you wait a long time." Angela returned at this time with a plate, with a teapot and a cup and her own juice in it.
"Thank you very much." Nancy took the cup and pointed to the instruments: "You can see that you like music very much."
"Yes, but it ’s a coincidence to learn musical instruments." The little girl replied with a smile. "As a kid, the doctor said that I had ADHD, so I had to do something to concentrate, so I chose to learn to draw and musical instruments. I didn't feel it, but I became more and more fascinated in the back, and finally attracted the National Children's Association. "
"Why?" Nancy asked puzzledly.
"Because I practiced all day and all day, 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 boy rolled his eyes secretly, and every time she was praised by a stranger, she always felt creepy, and she didn't seem to be fully used to being a girl.
"Oops," she patted her head suddenly. "I'm going to talk about other things again. Then, Nancy, may I ask what's wrong with you?"
Nancy put away a smile, stared at Angela, and then solemnly said, "Angela, can I invite you to appear in" A Natural Pair? "2k novel reading network