A frank meeting

2002, New York.

"La~la~la, la~la~la~la~la

"You occupy my mind and can't go away.

"Boy, I just want your love."

Andrew was lying on the bed hazy. After hearing "can't get you out of my head", I suddenly woke up from my sleep.

He opened his eyes and raised his head slightly to check where he was.

But he found a beautiful woman wearing a bathrobe and combing her golden hair standing opposite, looking at him with a smile.

Andrew frowned and squinted his eyes in the warm sunshine to see her face clearly.

The high bridge of her nose is like an impeccable sculpture, her pink and sexy lips are slightly raised, and her golden hair is spread over her white shoulders. People can't help but have charming thoughts after seeing her.

"Scarlett?"

It was unmistakable. He had read many of her works. As the actor who plays Marvel's most famous character, Black Widow, her popularity among the Chinese is definitely not inferior to that of those first-tier domestic stars.

Just why stand in front of your bed?

His mind was racing, and he flashed back to last night's events.

The confusing bar, the thick subwoofer and the crazy crowd on the dance floor. The two met over a glass of wine, followed by a passionate kiss and the rustling of undressing.

The messy sheets and messy ground in front of him at this time can also prove this.

Since he traveled to the United States in 2002, Andrew has also thought about whether he would meet those celebrities in advance, but this method of meeting is definitely the most honest of all methods.

Just when he thought of this, Andrew heard Scarlett's voice: "Good morning, you slept so hard that you couldn't even push me to wake you up."

Recalling everything, Andrew frowned and said with a smile: "Good morning, Baby. You know, there is no bad land, only tired cows."

"That's an interesting metaphor." Scarlett lifted her hair and gently wiped her slender swan neck. Those water droplets slid down the collarbone and fell into the invisible abyss.

"So, what about you, beautiful Miss Scarlett, did you enjoy last night?"

Hearing his question, Scarlett raised her lips: "Pleasant, very pleasant. We had a wonderful night, although I This is my first time trying it, but I think if my friend heard that someone could do it all night long, he would probably exclaim to God."

Scarlett smiled slightly, and then unabashedly lifted up the towel on her body, revealing her full body. A voluptuous figure.

Although she was only eighteen years old at this time, she already had the charm of a future widowed sister.

Andrew watched intently and whistled involuntarily.

It was really...even more exciting for the once unreachable big star to take off his clothes in front of him.

But before he showed any intention to continue fighting, Scarlett turned around, smoothed her hair and said, "That's it, okay?"

Well, she knew how to hold back.

Andrew shrugged: "I understand, I have seen your work..."The Horse Whisperer"."

Although Scarlett was not a famous person at this time, she had already participated in several movies and had won independent awards. Nominated for Best Actress at the Spirit Awards.

Andrew knew that it was not appropriate for actresses at this stage to have any scandals, although many celebrities would definitely have them privately.

"Are you my fan?" Scarlett put the clothes on with a confused expression, then spread her hands: "That's really an honor for me."

"That's right."

After tidying up her hair, Scarlett went to the bathroom again. .

Andrew also got up and tidied up briefly, then stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror opposite the hotel bed and looked at himself.

He is of mixed Asian and European descent, and his facial features are as tough as marble carvings. He is a bit thin to describe him as handsome, and a bit thick to describe him as a tough guy.

Since time travel, Andrew has been most satisfied with this appearance.

As for his past, I can only say that it was the wrong result of a wrong path.

He is obviously a photographer who graduated from the top film school in the country and has won the highest award in the industry, but he went astray under financial pressure. After working as an advertising photographer for several years, Xiahai became the top Welfare Girl photographer in the industry. Because his works are both commercial and artistic, he has been dubbed "Dark Cameron".

It's just that Andrew doesn't value these false names. He just scorns those pictures and videos that only focus on lust.

In his view, regardless of any work, only if the story and footage have an artistic feel can it be recalled endlessly and not become a one-time fast-forward consumable. And many films only focus on venting desires and simply cannot satisfy people's growing spiritual needs!

So he insisted on filming with a complete plot and excellent composition. Although the cost was high, the number of movie subscribers has been growing steadily, making other colleagues envious.

Perhaps this made some people jealous. On the day of the filming of the new movie, they were suddenly faced with a police raid. As a result, they accidentally slipped and fell from the building while jumping out of the window to escape.

However, Andrew was very happy when he first discovered that after traveling to America, the land of unbridled "freedom", he thought that what he had learned could finally be put to use.

Unfortunately, after half a year, the pressure of a bad family and money made him exhausted. The unlucky Chinese father died in a street shooting, becoming the most inconspicuous of the countless shooting cases in the United States.

My mother cannot go to work because she still has two young brothers to take care of.

Coupled with the various debts owed by his father, Andrew, the eldest son, suddenly became the mainstay of the family.

The reason why he drank in the bar yesterday was because he had recently found a job shooting for an underground adult magazine and made money, so he went to the busiest bar in the center of New York to reward himself.

Unexpectedly, this reward directly made a lot of money.

Just as Andrew was thinking about this, Scarlett walked out of the bathroom. She picked up her satchel from the ground and waved to Andrew: "I'm leaving."

"When is the next time?" Andrew asked while putting on his pants. .

"Next time..." Scarlett smiled: "Although you are great and I like you very much, but...just this time."

Andrew raised his eyebrows and tightened his belt: "Once? Don't be so absolute, girl. This is America, everything is possible."

"Everything is possible...?" Scarlett's eyebrows were raised and lowered, as if she was thinking about the origin of this statement.

But after thinking about it, she couldn't seem to find it, so when she raised her feet and lifted her high heels, she replied: "That's a good sentence. Indeed, this is America. Let's wait until we meet in another city... Los Angeles, London , Tokyo... As you said, everything is possible."

"No problem," Andrew said in agreement.

Afterwards, Scarlett blew a kiss to him and left the room clicking on her high heels.

"Amazing!" Andrew put his hand on his waist and made a cowboy shooting gesture, aimed at the big bed and made a "bang" sound with his mouth.

Ten minutes later, Andrew also walked out of the hotel, holding his own camera, Canon EOS D30. This was Canon's first digital flagship in the 2000s, and it was also a college gift bought by his father.

Thanks to it, I don't have to add a heavy loan to buy a camera.

After all, there were not many amateur photographers using digital cameras in 2002. Nowadays, a considerable number of photographers are still using film, and some people shouted after seeing digital cameras that they were simply toys and a tool that violated photography.

But its increasing sales prove people's choice.

He skillfully opened the camera and played back the photos from last night. Sure enough, there was a photo of Scarlett.

It's just that the content is somewhat inappropriate for children.

"This cannot be shown to others. It is my private collection..." Andrew took out a new CF card from his pocket and replaced the original one.

Afterwards, he went downstairs along the dark subway passage that was filled with the smell of urine. Andrew pulled the iron ring all the way back to the neighborhood where his home was located.

This is the suburbs of New York. In order to pay off debts, the family has sold its original house in a wealthy area and moved to this area where only lower-class white people live.

And just through a fence, you can see the black neighborhood not far away.

There was chaos there, shootings, leaves, and sex trafficking were common occurrences. So Andrew would take a detour every time he came back.

However, his detour today had no effect, because several black boys with turbans and turbans stopped him.

"Hey, you're the photographer of the New York Underground Art Newspaper, right? I've seen you!" The black boy looked around, his hands in his pockets, looking like a ruffian.

"..." Andrew, who wanted to deny it, turned the camera behind his back with his hand, and the image of this black boy smoking in front of the magazine flashed in his mind.

"I need your help with something." The leading black boy came to Andrew with a playful smile. After speaking, he suddenly opened his green coat and gave him a look.

Andrew didn't have time to see the whole thing, but the black metallic color instantly made him realize what he had encountered.

"Okay, what are you going to do?" Everyone is equal in front of the gun. Andrew did not try to resist, for fear of angering these fatherless guys.

But he was already cursing in his heart.

Bullshit America, bullshit black gangs! Good people deserve to be held at gunpoint, right?

(End of chapter)