The sky was low and white, and the tiny snowflakes flew down, making the snow on the trees in Central Park thicker.
"Hey, Angie, you're already two laps behind us, are you going to keep sliding down so slowly?" Natalie spun and slid a trick, giggling and passing Angela, St. Carrie took her brother's hand and tried to keep up, so she just waved at her.
"Don't be too happy, I haven't done my best yet!" the girl shouted, but the skates under the shoes were twisting and twisting, and she couldn't grasp it well, so she couldn't help but want to grab her velvet cap Come down and throw it to the ground to vent.
"Do you want me to help?" Scarlett's brother Adrian slid over and asked with a little attentiveness.
"Thank you, I can do it myself." Angela shook her head with a smile, "don't worry about me."
"Okay, then I'll go after them." Adrian was a little disappointed, nodded and slid towards his sister and the others.
The girl sighed and continued to compete with the skate shoes. Her skating skills can only allow her to keep her balance and skate slowly. If she is a little faster, she may fall. Besides, she is full of worries now, and it is good to be able to skate with them for a few laps. .
"I think I have to stop, maybe it's better to find a place to sit and wait for them." Angela said in a low voice, looking at the bench outside the circular ice rink, fortunately she went out wearing a black invisibility Glasses have become a habit, otherwise, if a tabloid reporter catches a picture of him embarrassingly, I don't know how many people will be talking about after dinner.
"This is the third lap, Angie." Natalie passed by her again, suddenly slowed down, looked back, turned and slid in front of her again, looked at her carefully, and then asked again: "You It looks bad."
"You finally found out?" Angela rolled her eyes deliberately, "I wanted to bet with someone, you must think that the friend you left to embarrass is actually very happy."
Natalie burst out laughing and stared at her with her hands on her hips with her eyes bent: "If I remember correctly, it was you who suggested coming to Central Park for skating, didn't you?"
"You must be remembering wrong, I'm proposing to take a walk in Central Park." The girl said nonsense without changing her face, making the other party's teeth itch with hatred. Immediately, Natalie put away her smile: "Okay, Angie, this is not what I said."
"What's that? Did you forget to drop a coin in Santa's jar?"
"Okay, Angie, I mean you have something on your mind, or something is bothering you."
Angela's heart sank, but she shrugged nonchalantly: "When did you become a psychologist?"
"No, I just feel that way. And..." Natalie pointed to her right hand, "since we met yesterday, the thumb of your right hand has been rubbing back and forth on your index finger. Generally speaking, people who are worried will be unconscious. to repeat an action.”
She smiled slightly: "I did read some books on psychology."
"Okay, okay, so tell me, what's bothering me, psychologist?" The girl slid to the edge of the circular ice rink, took off her skates after taking a seat on the bench.
"How's that possible," Natalie sat down beside her, "I just care about you, Angie. There's something wrong with you, if you don't want to tell your parents. Maybe talk to me or Manny, oh, sure, except those ."
"Okay, Nat, I get it." Angela took her hand and patted it, and didn't say much. How could she tell Natalie what was on her mind.
During this period of time, the damned thoughts kept haunting her. Although she buried it in her heart most of the time, she would occasionally pop up and stab her, so she was very unhappy, whether it was "Virtual Idol" 16 million in its first week, three Grammy nominations, or an Oscar nomination for Best Original Screenplay for Toy Story doesn't make the girl any happier.
Of course, in front of everyone, she is still that naughty, lovely and charming Angela, and no one is aware of her inner activity - including her parents, after all, she has played a role in the family more than once in more than ten years, and some things have been soaked to the bone.
"Well, don't say it if you don't want to. This is your freedom." Natalie said in a helpless tone.
Angela glanced at the girl beside her. Even her parents didn't notice her abnormality. Why did Natalie feel it? Is this a coincidence? She looked down, put away her rubbing fingers without a trace, clenched them into fists, and spread them out again.
The girl suddenly raised her head: "Nat, can you give me a hug?"
Natalie was a little surprised, but then opened her arms to her, Angela hugged the girl gently, put her head on her shoulder, and closed her eyes, without doing any extra action, Just hug her.
It was very warm and comfortable, she felt it silently, as always, just holding Natalie or someone else could make her feel a special kind of peace, Angela didn't know what it was, but there was no doubt that she was now need this.
The two hugged each other quietly, knowing that Scarlett's voice came from a distance: "Hey, you two, why don't you slip."
"It's been skating enough, I want to go shopping elsewhere." Angela replied after separating from Natalie.
"Really? Or maybe it's because you're slipping too badly," Scarlett sneered as she slipped in front of her. "You almost stuck in place and moved forward slowly."
Angela pouted, ignoring the ecstatic guy.
"Maybe we can find a cafe now, go in for a drink, warm up and go elsewhere." Adrian hurriedly interjected to help his sister.
"Okay, where do you think we can go?"
"Um... how about Central Park Cafe?"
"Wow, that's a good idea. We could fly to Los Angeles and then go to Warner's studio."
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Under the rare sunshine, the girl sat under the big tree in the manor and gently fiddled with the strings of the acoustic guitar. She didn't know what she was playing, but she played it completely according to her own mind.
There was laughing and laughing in the distance, and Xia Xia was the loudest. Basically, besides Angela, her favorite is Lulu, which may have something to do with their Christian names being Emma.
After Christmas in New York, the whole family went to London as always, and the unscrupulous uncle Frank returned to his grandfather's manor early after a two-person festival with Julia.
Said he was unscrupulous, because in order to realize his plan of the two-person world, he left Lulu to his sister's care. Angie was very dissatisfied with this, but the parties were very happy. Anyway, the little guy already regards the Mason's house as his other home, and there are two smaller little guys who can be bullied by her.
"Don't think that once you're engaged, you can cross the river and demolish the bridge. I wrote "Runaway Bride"." Angela muttered angrily. She put down the guitar and touched the snoring crawling beside her. She was in a daze. Although the shepherd dog had been staring at his partner who was playing with the children in the distance, he still sincerely guarded his master.
At this time, the younger brother ran over aggrieved, his face was dirty with a sad face, and he was obviously bullied by the three girls again, so Angela couldn't help shaking his head, and hugged the little guy into his arms while comforting him. The girl who stopped nearby shouted, "Don't forget what I told you!"
"We didn't bully Ike. It was he who accidentally fell twice." The younger sister said calmly.
Angela glared at her, then looked at Lulu and Xia Xia who were snickering. She shook her head, full of sympathy for her brother Ike. This is already calculated, you must know that in many families with female children, the only boy will often be dressed up as a girl by the sisters, and then swagger.
Thinking of this, she looked down at Ike in her arms, with a round face, a small nose, big eyes, and indescribably cuteness. If she was a girl, no one would see it, right
Ike in his arms seemed to be aware of something, and looked at his sister tremblingly, with a pitiful appearance that made people feel pity, Angela couldn't help but secretly knocked herself, what was she thinking, that's your brother!
"Okay, Willie and Lulu, take Ike back to change clothes!" The girl pushed her brother out.
"Okay, okay." Lulu grimaced and dragged Ike left and right to the house with Willie.
Angela shook her head, suddenly stretched out her hand and took Xia Xia into her arms, pinching it on her little face: "I bullied Ike just now, did it feel good to bully? Dear Xia Xia!"
The little guy giggled and twisted in the girl's arms, dodging the attack on her: "I haven't done anything to Ike, Lulu has done the most, and Willie is an accomplice!"
"Do you think this will get you out of the relationship? Stop dreaming!" Angela insisted.
"I'm telling the truth," Xia Xia opened her mouth and took a bite on the girl's wrist, dodging her attack again, "I also have a younger brother, so I won't bully my younger brother!"
As soon as the words came out, Xia Xia was suddenly stunned, and Angela, who was keenly aware of this, suddenly stopped: "What's wrong?"
"Dad and mom divorced, I don't know why." The little guy said in a low voice, "Why can't we all live together? Why must we separate?"
The girl sighed, took the little guy into her arms, rubbed her head and gently soothed her. No wonder Mr. Watson was the only one who brought his daughter to the manor this time. It seemed that Xia Xia's parents' marriage was still coming to an end. But she couldn't explain it all to the little guy, not even with her past life.
An inexplicable emotion suddenly accumulated in her chest, and all the unhappiness, confusion, and confusion from this period of time came out at this moment, making Angela feel a sense of discomfort that had nowhere to vent, until she saw the guitar beside her.
"Xia Xia, do you want to listen to a song?"
"kindness?"
"It's just for you."
Angela said and took the guitar to her chest, plucked the strings, nothing fancy, just like before, she followed the feeling completely, and then she sang: "I saw the black clouds began to get thicker, I saw the lightning flashed through the air, The wind blustered around the house...”
For a long time, her songwriting is more like doing her homework. She always starts to think about what kind of songs to write when she is about to release an album, and then looks for inspiration everywhere. This is the first time she has not thought at all. Pop and sing. It is not intense but very high-pitched, with the sonorous sound of the piano, it is more like a shout, as if to throw all the unhappiness out!
This song has been in the vast world for a long time!