"Grandma, I'm sorry, I—can't have dinner at home, I have to—go back to California as soon as possible, I have something to ask for, sorry… um, okay, I get it, I love you."
Turning off the phone, Angela sighed, looked at the lively New York streets outside, and then said to Brian: "We'll go to Smont Street to pick up Mr. Avner, godfather, grandma wants him to give grandpa a comprehensive physical examination. ."
"Okay, let's go." Brian said, turning the steering wheel and turning to Smont Street.
When we got there, Mr. Avner was already waiting with the equipment he needed to use.
"I'm sorry, I need you to pick me up. My car has not been fixed yet. Their efficiency is terrible." Mr. Avner said, putting the equipment in the trunk.
"It doesn't matter, we happened to be on our way." Brian smiled and helped.
"Yeah, I also really want to know about Grandpa's recent physical condition." Angela also said.
"It's not a big deal, Angela, old Mr. Kleist is in good health, but there are always some small problems when you are old. Mrs. Sarah asked me to check it just in case, don't worry." Avner He shrugged and sat in the co-pilot. After he fastened his seat belt, he remembered something: "Mr. Brian, can I trouble you again? My daughter is now in her mother's studio, two blocks from here, I She has to pick her up and go home, the New Year's holiday is coming to an end, and she should get ready."
"Of course there is no problem." Brian nodded and started the car, while Angela leaned over with interest: "Mr. Avner, it seems that I have never seen your daughter before."
"Really?" Avner thought for a moment. "Maybe, at least I didn't see you when I took her to visit old Mr. Kleist, but I took her with me on Christmas Eve."
"Oh, I was in a hurry to bring grandpa home that day. I didn't pay attention. It seemed that I just glanced at her from a distance." Angela sighed, "What's her name? How old is she?"
"It's only one year younger than you, it's called..." Avner took out his wallet and was about to show her a picture of his daughter when he suddenly stopped and said with a smile, "Anyway, you're going to see her, It's time to introduce each other."
Angela rolled her eyes and sat back. Well, let's see. Anyway, she just thought that since Mr. Avner's daughter is studying on Long Island, it may be possible to know if there is a girl named Natalie. Of course, what are the chances? Hard to say.
The two streets passed quickly. The wife who received the call from her husband came out with her daughter after the car stopped. She was a very cute little girl with thick curly brown hair, delicate and delicate facial features, and a slightly goose egg shape. The angular face made her appear simple and very assertive.
"Hi Nat, my baby." Avner hugged his daughter first, then kissed his wife on the cheek.
"Okay, dear, take me to say hello to old Mr. Crest." The wife smiled.
"Understood, remember to come back early, I can't make pies." Avner joked, and then led his daughter into the car. He was still in the co-pilot, while the girl sat with Angela in the back.
"Hi, hello, I'm Natalie Hess..." The girl closed the car door, put down her backpack, and was about to say hello to Angela, but she was stabbed by something before she turned her head, and the words in her mouth were swallowed hard.
She saw that Angela was looking at her without blinking, her green eyes seemed to be suddenly lit, and in the blazing flame, she seemed to be naked, so her clothes were completely burnt, making her Involuntarily, he held the backpack to his chest, trying to block this strange gaze. She felt ashamed and annoyed, but not hated and hated, just a heart pounding.
"Are you all right?" Mr. Avner's voice sounded. He saw something was wrong with the two little guys in the rearview mirror, and turned his head to ask.
Angela seemed to wake up from a dream, turned her head away, and stammered, "I... I'm sorry, I lost my mind... I lost my mind."
"Are you really all right?" Mr. Avner asked, out of the doctor's intuition, he felt that Angela seemed a little abnormal. However, Brian relieved the little guy: "Don't worry about her, Mr. Avner, she is like this, sometimes it's easy to get distracted, but usually when she's finished, there will be a lot of ghost ideas that people can't prevent. "
"Indeed, children are always like this." Avner also felt a little suspicious, so he shrugged and turned back in line with Brian's words.
Angela, who turned her head away, breathed a sigh of relief, then secretly turned her head to look at the girl beside her, and immediately turned her head away as soon as she met the other's eyes.
"You... hello Natalie, I am... I am... "
"Ann... Angela Mason, I... I know." Natalie also stuttered a little. Although the strange feeling disappeared when the other party recovered, she still held the backpack to her chest with lingering fears.
"You... you know?" Angela raised her head in surprise, but then turned away.
"Yes, I... I've seen "Born to Be", it's a very... interesting movie." Natalie said, and lowered her head.
A long silence ensued, the two girls took turns looking up at each other, but both turned their heads away before the other, and this continued until they reached Natalie's house, and then after Natalie got out of the car, Angela suddenly summoned up courage and called out, "Natalie!"
Natalie turned around and looked at Angela incomprehensibly.
"If...if it's possible...I mean..." Angela opened her mouth and said with a wry smile after a while, "I meant to say, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Well... me too." Natalie smiled.
Angela waved to her, then sat back listlessly, and let the two adults who don't understand you look at me, I think you don't know what to say.
After a few more streets, the car stopped in front of grandpa's villa. Before it stopped, Angela jumped off and ran towards the house. Brian hurriedly shouted, "Hey, Chris, we have to go to the airport. , your mother wants you to go back immediately."
But Angela turned a deaf ear and ran to the door and knocked desperately. Soon the housekeeper Thomas opened the door, and before he could say a word, the little girl rushed in, rushed directly to the living room, and took both grandparents and uncle Dean. The next jump.
"Dear, what happened." Grandma asked first.
"Grandma, I want to go to my room, please don't disturb me before dinner, please, please." Angela said sadly, then ran upstairs sideways, leaving the three of them at a loss.
But the little girl didn't care about this at all. After rushing into her room and shutting the door, she threw the backpack, panted, walked to the bed and climbed down. Nose still feels pressed soreness.
But Angela didn't have the heart to care about this. Her eyes were fixed on the front, and her mind was full of when she first saw Natalie. Hold her down, arbitrarily... arbitrarily...
Oh my God, what's wrong with me? The little girl slammed the pillow on her head, am I crazy or perverted? How could I have thought of those? ! That feeling, that feeling is the same as it was before, that is, to Jessica, to Kate, to Lindsay, to Avril... No! Absolutely not! I'm not like that! Absolutely not! Definitely not perverted!
Angela stood up, rushed into the bathroom, put her hands on the sink and stared at herself in the mirror, gritted her teeth and said, "Listen, you're not a pervert, you're not crazy, you're Angela Mason, Understand, Angela Christina Albert Mason! It's you, no one else!"
She looked at herself in the mirror gasping for breath, the little girl's face was weird, as if she was hypnotized. After a while, she finally got up and seemed to be fine. She adjusted her clothes and went out.
Downstairs, the grandparents were frowning and asking Brian, and Brian raised his hands innocently, indicating that he didn't know anything, until Dean shouted, "The little guy is down."
"I'm fine! Nothing!" Seeing that everyone was in danger of coming over, Angela hurriedly raised her hand and shouted, with a naughty smile on her face, as if it was no different from usual.
"God, Chrissy, you really know how to make fun of people, you know, Mr. Kleist almost put a knife around my neck and asked what happened." Brian exclaimed exaggeratedly.
"Okay, okay, I'll explain this matter later, but please let me make two phone calls before that." Angela said with a raised finger.
"Aren't we going to the airport?" the godfather asked strangely.
"For the time being, I don't want to go," Angela thought for a while and then revealed a little: "My two calls, the first is to call home to ask Mr. Luc Besson's phone number, and the second is to call Luc Besson Sir, I would like to invite him to New York to talk."
"Come to New York to talk?" Brian didn't understand, but Angela smiled and didn't answer, but turned to look at grandma: "Is there Kung Pao chicken tonight, grandma?"