When Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei forgot about work and enjoyed a rare day off, they discovered the tragedy of Los Angeles.
If you had ever been to Southern California, don't be fooled by the pictures of the blue sea and blue sky. Those pictures were for tourists living on the mountainside.
As a person who truly lived here or wanted to go to the Los Angeles Walk of Fame to feast their eyes, they had to endure two things.
First, there was an exaggerated traffic jam. Second, there was smog.
In 2003, when the capital of China was still blue, Los Angeles in Southern California was already shrouded in a foggy environment.
He had planned to take public transportation, but he had to rent a bicycle from a nearby bicycle shop.
Here, the fastest and most convenient means of transportation was a bicycle, and today's temperature was surprisingly only 33 degrees, which was a miracle for Los Angeles in July.
Qin Guan pedaled the bicycle happily to the side of the road, looking back at Cong Nianwei from time to time.
When he passed by one car after another in schadenfreude, he found that the people in the cars were also looking at him sympathetically.
Five minutes later, he and Cong Nianwei understood the meaning of the Los Angeles people's eyes.
The air was very humid in summer. How humid was it? A basin of water was poured over the burning charcoal from time to time. Don't open the door. Sit in there for five minutes.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were wet and sticky. It was hard to tell whether it was sweat or steam. It was really uncomfortable.
As the initiator of the trip, Qin Guan had to go all out. Finally, he stopped at the Walk of Fame, which was the most crowded with tourists.
"Excuse me, where can I park my car?"
The young man at the service station covered his mouth with his hand when he saw Qin Guan's bright smile. Trying to hold back his laughter, he pointed to the parking lot.
Qin Guan turned around proudly. "Hey, Wei. Do you think I'm getting more and more charming recently? Even people are happy when they see me smile."
Cong Nianwei couldn't help but laugh. "Don't be so smug. Wait a minute..." Cong Nianwei took out a small mirror from the side pocket of her backpack and showed it to Qin Guan. “
Qin Guan took off his sunglasses and helmet. His skin above the bridge of his nose was fair and smooth. Even the sweat on his face couldn't hide his elegance.
Qin Guan's nose looked like he had just crawled out of a pit in a small coal mine. His face was black and covered in sweat. It was ridiculous.
"Look at you. Hurry up and wipe it off. Otherwise, how are we going to play? You look like a celebrity even if you're not dressed like one."
Qin Guan locked his bike and wiped his face with a tissue. Then he winked at her mysteriously. "It's okay. We'll be clean soon."
Hmm? What was the meaning of this?
Before she could think further, Qin Guan grabbed her hand and led her to the Walk of Fame.
The Walk of Fame in Los Angeles was simply a must-see attraction for tourists who came here to travel. There were more than 2,500 polished five-pointed terrazzo and brass' stars' embedded in the sidewalks along 15 blocks of Hollywood Boulevard and 3 blocks of Vine Street.
The 'stars' represented the eternal commemoration of outstanding people in the entertainment industry, recording the names of actors, musicians, directors, producers, musical groups, theatrical groups, virtual characters, and others.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei had chosen this place as their first stop, which was Qin Guan's ambition and plan.
The two of them held hands and looked carefully among the stars beneath their feet. They were looking for the only three Chinese people who had left their names on the stars.
Hwang Ryu Shuang, Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan.
Everyone knew the names of the last two people. As a romantic woman, Cong Nianwei was interested in Huang Liushuang, the Chinese actress.
Even Qin Guan, who thought he was handsome, had to admit that she was the most mysterious beauty of the East.
In the 1900s, Chinese people could only be third-class citizens in the United States, and their status was even lower than that of African Americans. As the most ordinary second daughter of a laundromat, she relied on her own hard work to carve out a place for herself in Los Angeles when the movie industry was just beginning to flourish.
Describing Huang Liushuang as unstoppable would be underestimating her. Wherever she went, in an era where communication was so underdeveloped, she had fans and admirers in all European countries. This was a very proud achievement.
She was also the first Chinese actress to have her own star on the Walk of Fame.
Caressing the edge of the bronze star with his fingers, Qin Guan looked at Cong Nianwei, who was looking a little happy.
"One day, my star will be inlaid here step by step. My name will be carved in the center of the circle." “
Cong Nianwei came back to her senses and shook her finger mischievously. "I believe you, but I heard that the Hollywood Historical Trust Fund has to pay for the maintenance of the star."
"Do you want the company to pay for the 15,000 dollars? Or do you want to pay for it yourself?"
Hearing this price, Qin Guan, who was still squatting by the star, suddenly stood up. "Well, this matter is not urgent. Let's talk about it another day …"
The two lovely lovers left in a hurry, leaving behind the girl's hearty laughter.
"It's true, I don't lack money …" The boy's rebuttal came from behind the girl.
The tourists, who paid close attention to the entertainment industry, noticed the uniqueness of this couple from the beginning.
“HO！ Was that boy the main character in yesterday's news? "
"Let me see. I remember the girl beside him. It seems like the girl succeeded in the end..."
What success? She's the destined one, okay?
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