"God, you didn't bring these other things." Benita looked at everything Angela had arranged in the bedroom in surprise.
"Other? What do you think I should bring?" Angela, who was making the bed, raised her head.
"A lot of clothes, shoes and cosmetics, as well as all kinds of gorgeous and high-end utensils, etc., should not be so simple and..." Benita's eyes moved on the various boxes placed on the table for musical instruments.
"Premium and taste are not the same thing, and comfort is the most important thing," Angela shrugged and took out the violin, along with the bamboo flute, guitar, etc.
"If you want to maintain a proper level of instrument use, it's best to take time to practice at any time - even for a few minutes, so whether I'm shooting a movie or promoting a new album, I'll bring one or both with me, I don't feel like there What a hassle, because I like music, especially when I play with my mood."
After a pause, she smiled again: "To be honest, if the dormitory wasn't too small, I would even move the piano here."
"God," Benita rolled her eyes immediately, "I don't know if I'm lucky or unlucky to have a genius like you as my roommate."
"Everyone has something they're good at, don't you?" Angela, who was basically packed, sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at Benita with a smile. From the look of the other party biting her lip, she could see that she must belong to her. proud.
"Actually, I have published a collection of poems—because the elective is literature," Benita said hesitantly. "It's called 'The Provence Journey', and it's what I learned when I traveled to France..."
"Wandering in the sea of lavender, swaying slightly in the wind, and lingering in the purple-blue waves." Angela suddenly read it out, then turned her head and blinked at Benita, "I didn't expect you to write it. of!"
After Benita was slightly startled, she opened her mouth wide: "Have you read it?"
"Yes, I have a very good friend in New York... Friend, we like to read poetry to each other very much. We have read many poetry collections in ancient, modern and contemporary, and of course you have read them so beautifully." Angela He said with a smile, "If I told her that my roommate was the author of "Journey to Provence", she would be very envious."
"Wow, I'm so glad you and your friends like it." Benita's eyes were crooked, but then she was attracted by the laptop that Angela opened after connecting to the Internet: "Do you like writing on a computer?"
"No way, although I really want to write by hand, but unfortunately I can't use a computer to be fast and convenient," Angela said with a bitter face, "You know, sometimes I have to write two scripts at the same time, but it's a pity that it is easy to practice. Text."
"Same... catch two scripts at the same time?" Benita opened her mouth again and looked at Angela speechlessly.
"Yeah, for example, in addition to the movie I need to supervise now, I also have a script that I need to communicate with people on the West Coast, and the blog also takes time to update, so computers and the Internet are essential." Angela shrugged. .
"God! God!" Benita shouted a few times with grief and anger, and then ran out of her bedroom, "Why do I have such a roommate, fortunately I will graduate next year, otherwise I will be jealous Die!"
Angela looked at the empty door and couldn't help shaking her head and smiling. Although it was only a year, it should be very interesting.
The dinner was bought for her by Benita. Originally, Angela wanted to go with her to go around the campus casually, but considering that Benita has been here for three years, there will definitely be many friends, and she still has a lot of friends. She wanted to spend the day in a low-key manner, so she had to postpone it, but before night fell, she was looking around on the balcony with binoculars in high spirits.
As time passed, the campus, which was not lively, became quieter and quieter. After washing up, she exchanged good night with Benita, and Angela put on her pajamas and got into the bed. At the same time, she took out her laptop again to update her blog before going to bed. After a day had passed, the novelty of arriving at Harvard slowly faded away, and with the tapping of the keyboard, a feeling of melancholy suddenly poured into her heart. .
"I like my roommate here, and I'm starting to look forward to my future college life. In addition, I recommend a magical fairy tale novel: "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban", which will be available in a few days Now, I like this series very much, and I will write a review about this series when I have time." Angela stopped tapping, and suddenly smiled when she looked at the latest episode of "Harry Potter" that had just been published beside the bed. When she got up, Benita was also a "Harry Potter fan". When she found out that Angela had the latest episode, she hoped that she could give her a sneak peek. When she was rejected, the disappointment that she showed with a sad face, made knowing that she was The pretended Angela couldn't help but want to appease her.
Tomorrow, anyway, I know the story myself, after all, there are still a few days before the official listing. Angela thought that she was going to click the upload button when she moved the mouse, but when she was about to press it, she couldn't help but sighed. Her face that was still smiling before suddenly became melancholy, and scenes of the past flashed in front of her eyes. .
Heck, why did he suddenly become sentimental? It's not like he hasn't left home before. Angela thought angrily, but after checking the time, she picked up the phone and dialed the number.
"Hey, dear, why did you choose to call here? It must be very late on your side." When her mother's voice came from there, Angela's nose became sore for no reason, but she immediately controlled it. With his own feelings, he said in a soft tone: "I don't have a mother, just a greeting before going to bed, say goodnight to my father on my behalf, and I suggest that it is best for you to read a passage of "Haha" before Willie and Ike go to bed. Lipot, that's all, I love you."
After closing the phone, Angela's mood suddenly became happier, and she moved the mouse away and continued to call: "Otherwise, from now on, I will be leaving the family and living alone, and it is inevitable that I will be melancholy in addition to the excitement. May my dear parents not Worry about me."
Although Harvard University has a total of 12 colleges, only two colleges enroll undergraduates, one is Harvard College, which only recruits male students, and the other is Radcliffe College, which only recruits female students. Radcliffe College was founded in 1879 as a women's college before it was merged into Harvard University in 1977. Angela will choose her major after studying at Radcliffe for a year. If she thinks that the majors in the school are not very good, she can also propose a mixed major based on what she wants to learn, and the school will arrange lecturers or professors for guidance.
Although Angela's first purpose in coming to Harvard is not to learn knowledge, she still wants to graduate smoothly, so she has carefully thought about the professional direction. After all, so many years of writing practice, plagiarism or originality, have given her a lot of experience. In addition to practicing painting and music when I was a child, I also read a lot of books actively or passively. I have read the books that Western children should read, and I also secretly browsed through the collections of my father, grandfather, and grandfather. Works such as Shakespeare, Dickens, Jane Austen, or Whitman, Mark Twain, Jack London, etc. have also been read, although most of them are only ten lines at a glance because of curiosity about the difference between English and Chinese. But there are also many carefully read, such as "The Lord of the Rings" or Asimov's "base" series - in essence, she still likes to read those more exciting novels.
But in any case, this is indeed Angela's advantage, and these readings are also one of the foundations for her to be where she is today, so choosing a major in literature and art is a natural thing.
From the next day, Angela could no longer keep a low profile. Even if she can wear a wig and contact lenses to class, it can only be covered up for a while. After others discover her disguise, they want to use this face on the street. It's impossible, so it's better to just walk around the campus generously.
Since there must be such a commotion, but this is one of the highest universities in the United States after all, compared to those fans who are screaming and shouting madly at every turn, Harvard students are a lot more reserved. Although many people are very enthusiastic, they just come here. Say hello or shake hands, and occasionally someone asks for a photo.
Although Angela was still happy, she was also a little depressed at the same time. Sometimes she felt like she had become a giant panda again, and she was surrounded by onlookers wherever she went. Maybe someone would point and point behind her when she passed by.
Well, I just think too much. Angela thought to herself, but when she was dining in the restaurant or reading in the library or staying somewhere else, there would always be some self-righteous boys walking by with silly smiles and asking something like "Do you mind if I sit here?" If so, it annoys her.
"I do mind." Angela answered bluntly every time, and then did her own thing regardless of the other party's face.
Compared with high school, the course arrangement of university is not necessarily loose, but high school students who want to pass the university entrance exam must take the initiative to study AP courses, so it is normal to suddenly find that time has become sufficient after entering university. But for Angela, it's just that the rest time between each class is longer, unless there is no class in the afternoon to leave early, but for freshmen, such opportunities are too few, so —
"Work harder, guys, you know I don't have much time, so I need you to be more efficient," Angela said loudly, clapping her hands, "Choose your enthusiasm to the fullest, and be worthy of your salary!"
The employees who were transferred to the temporary Boston studio were all very familiar with each other who had worked with each other before, so Angela spoke rudely and not only gave a short speech on the first day of the studio, but also In the future, every time I come to the studio after class, I will always repeat the phrase "worthy of your salary".
Although the staff laughed at her for nagging, she was really serious in doing it. A ten-minute clip had been edited in a few days. Of course, this has nothing to do with Angela's precise vision. After all, she directed all the shots. , and there is no need to discuss with others, and I drew a draft of the scene based on memory, and the progress was naturally smooth.
In contrast, the soundtrack, which is also mainly in charge of her, seems very slow. It is not the reason why Angela and the soundtrack assistant procrastinate. Four of the originally planned 12 songs have been completed, and a few spare songs have been prepared for the old songs you are looking for. , As far as film production is concerned, this kind of progress is not bad, but the editing is too fast, so there is a feeling that the overall progress has been slowed down.
"It doesn't matter, there will be class at 10:30 tomorrow morning, I can work late today and live outside." Angela said what she said, and spent the afternoon in the studio constantly walking back and forth between the editing room and the soundtrack room. , I filled my stomach with food casually in the middle, and it was not announced until 10:30 that today was the end of the day.
"Annie, it makes me so happy to see you again!" After walking around the street a few times to make sure no one was following, Angela finally arrived at the villa she rented in Boston. As soon as she entered the living room, she hugged her with a crying appearance. to meet her Anne.
"Okay, but I haven't seen you for a few days." Annie patted her on the back funny and comforted her softly.
"Don't talk about that, do you have anything to eat? Even though I told the guys in the studio that you can eat whatever you want, but they actually went to Burger King to buy super burgers, chunks of fried chicken, and fries and hot cocoa, God, even if I'm not easy to gain weight, but I can't eat so many high-calorie foods, right?!" Angela cried, "I only ate a little, and I'm starving to death now."
"Okay, okay, I'll do it now." Annie smiled and went into the kitchen.
Because it is a late night snack, the food is very simple, green pepper chicken sandwich with fried egg milk, but the taste is very good. Annie's cooking skills are excellent, and Angela has always hoped that she could learn some authentic Chinese dishes from her grandmother.
"How is it, how is the middle school here?" After chatting for a while, Angela, who was nibbling on a sandwich, asked, and then blinked her eyes narrowly: "Are there any boys dating you?"
"Everything is fine, I have met a few friends, and as for dating—the same as before, there are not many people who like it." Annie shrugged, "These people seem to be from the same factory, or they just look alike. It's clear from their eyes that they're pretending to be polite or rude, and they're looking for sex, not love."
"Sounds so bad," Angela frowned and then stretched it out again, showing a narrow smile: "Or what about falling in love with a woman like me, homosexuality is no big deal."
"You really want me to fall in love with women?" Annie raised her eyebrows and deliberately leaned in front of Angela, "or do you want me to serve you like them, miss?"
Angela immediately blushed and glared at Annie fiercely. She opened her mouth to say something, but just swallowed the sandwich and was stuck in her throat. She blushed even more. I drank a gulp of milk before swallowing it completely.
Annie couldn't help giggling, and after Angela cast an angry look again, she quickly put away her smile and waved her hand: "Well, let's not talk about this, let's talk about your college life, it must be interesting."
Angela didn't want to say anything on this issue, and turned the topic to the few days at Harvard. There are indeed many interesting things. For example, the 50-volume "Harvard Classics" as a textbook covers almost everything, from Plato to Bacon, from Faust to "The King", from "Bible" to "The Analects of Confucius", as long as it is Corresponding articles can be found in it for business and humanities, so some people say that it is enough to have such a set of textbooks at Harvard.
But what makes Angela most irritable is that the opening textbook of Chinese literature is not "Dream of Red Mansions" or "Water Margin" but "Jade Futuan"! At that time, when she saw the Chinese characters on the cover, she rubbed her eyes and thought she was dazzled. To be honest, sometimes she really wanted to pull a Chinese student over and ask them how they felt.
"Okay, I'm going to the piano room, my piano should already be there, right?" After eliminating her late-night snack and chatting with Annie a few more words, Angela went to the piano room, about "American Beauty" She has to work harder for the soundtrack.
Perhaps too engaged, Angela didn't recover from the intermittent playing until the bell struck 12, and then went to bed again at Annie's urging. However, because she had been thinking about how to write the song, she tossed on the bed for a long time before she gradually fell asleep. Even so, in her dream, she still ran between the notes one by one, and finally woke up the next morning. Just barely woke up after 9 o'clock.
"Damn, I thought I could get up early and urge them to make more stuff. I'm going to New York tonight, and tomorrow is the weekend." Angela yawned and mumbled, putting the breakfast Annie prepared for her in the microwave before she left. After turning around, after two or three attempts, they returned to Cambridge under the escort of bodyguards.
After trying her best to appear low-key, she trotted all the way to Shishe, and as soon as the door opened, she saw Benita, who was also yawning and messy, came out of the bathroom.
"You stayed up late again yesterday? Ms. Bramall reminded you many times." Angela shook her head.
"Oh dear Angie, you wouldn't tell her would you?" Benita grimaced.
"Why not?" Angela shrugged.
"Hey, you like it that much..." Benita waved her fist and was about to shout, when she suddenly remembered something, and laughed again: "I remember that someone didn't go back to the dormitory to sleep last night."
"So what, I have already asked for leave from the school, and this may happen often." Angela dismissed her threat.
"It happens often? What are you doing?" Benita asked in surprise.
"Well..." Angela thought about it and decided to tell the truth. Although she only got along for a few days, Benita gave her a good impression, and she should be able to keep secrets.
"Okay, I can tell you, but you have to keep it secret and not let others know." Angela said seriously.
"No problem, I'll keep it a secret!" Benita raised her right hand.
"Simply put, I have a movie in production, so I asked the company to rent a studio nearby, and I would go there to supervise the editing every day after I didn't have classes, and at the same time I rented a house nearby... If it's too late, I won't come back and rest there, that's all." Angela spread her hands.
Benita opened her mouth wide and said after a while, "Wow, this is so cool, God, I'm going to be jealous of you again!"
Angela laughed and shook her head and went into the bedroom to pack her books and prepare to go to class. Benita called out again: "By the way, Angie, your studio..."
"Okay, Benny, I don't have time right now. You can come and find me after class later. I'll tell you in detail then." Angela raised her hand to stop her questioning.
"Okay." Benita shrugged and suddenly thought of something: "By the way, there is a party tomorrow, are you coming to attend? I don't think you will be working tomorrow, right?"
"Party?"
"Yes, the party held by the Sisterhood, do you want to see it? It's fun, and you can meet a lot of handsome guys!"