Chapter 1784 Chapter 1784

Heath stepped out from the back door of the bus and looked around anxiously. At this time, Malibu can vaguely see the embryonic form of a resort, with spacious streets and clean roads, tall palm trees, lush grass, bright flowers slowly extending on both sides of the road, and single-family villas. It looks clean and distant, neatly arranged under the navy-blue sky, and the sea level glowing with rosy rays still retains the majesty of the setting sun, which makes the whole town reveal a kind of comfort in its tranquility.

There was no one on both sides of the street, Heath looked back and forth in a daze, and he didn't know which direction to go, because all the houses here seemed to look equally luxurious, which made him at a loss.

At this time, a young woman was holding a Samoyed in her hand, and was jogging along the road towards Heath at an unhurried speed. Heath hesitated for a moment, "I'm sorry..." The woman didn't hear, "I'm sorry", Heath raised his voice, "I'm sorry to bother you, I... I just want to ask, Mr. Lancaster's house Where?"

"Hugo?" The woman stopped, looked at the nervous Heath, and smiled, "Go straight along this road, and you will see a house not far away, the door is full of people. All kinds of cars, and a lot of journalists with cameras, and the house they're filming, that's it."

"Thank... thank you." Heath said cautiously, and the woman nodded friendly, "I hope you have a good night." After finishing speaking, he continued jogging and left. Heath hesitated for a moment, and could not help but raise his voice to, "You too."

After watching the woman jog away, Heath took two steps forward, but then lowered his head to look at the suit he was wearing, and couldn't help pulling it twice nervously. This is his only formal suit, which is specially used for the audition, but it still looks very shabby. He sent it for dry cleaning yesterday, but it was still crumpled when he took the bus just now. This annoyed Heath a little.

After trying to tidy up for a while, there was still no improvement. Heath could only walk forward again, and kept looking at his suit as he walked forward. He couldn't believe that he wanted to visit Hugo with such an appearance.

But Heath didn't have time to continue to be annoyed. After walking forward for less than five minutes, he felt the heat wave rushing towards his face, and then he saw six middle-aged people with cameras on their backs talking and laughing. When they came, they held beer and pizza in their hands and walked towards the SUV across the street. They didn't look like reporters, but rather came to hold a bonfire party. Then, walking a dozen steps forward, he saw the villa in front of him, a villa surrounded by countless camera lenses.

Heath was a little hesitant. It was only eight o'clock at this time, and the invitation said it was eight o'clock. Generally speaking, one had to be late for the party, and the excitement would start after ten o'clock. But...but it was Hugo's party and he wasn't sure if it was right to be late, so he showed up on time anyway.

Looking left and right, Heath finally resolutely walked up and walked up to the street. The eyes of all the reporters were cast on him. This feeling of focus made Heath feel that something was wrong all over him, and he couldn't help but He lowered his head slightly, then moved on. When he walked up the steps on the other side and walked towards the wooden fence of the villa, the exclamation was clearly audible, "Oh!" In an instant, he could feel that almost all the cameras were aimed at him from the corner of his eyes. Killed him - although the shutter is still not pressed.

This made Heath so nervous that he felt like throwing up.

"Sir! Sir, you can't go in." A polite voice came, which made Heath react, seeing a person in front of him stepped forward to stop him from moving forward, Heath realized that not everyone Can enter.

Only then did Heath see the situation in front of him clearly. In front of him was a small garden with a small flower bed and a swing. Next to it was a long table filled with pizza and beer. At this time, five waiters were busy inside-handing food to the reporters who came to interview. In addition to the one at the door, these six waiters obviously also shouldered the duty of guarding the door.

"Sir, this is a private party. Do you have an invitation letter?" The waiter still smiled and asked politely.

Heath breathed a sigh of relief. The other party didn't expel him directly because he didn't know him, which gave him some confidence, "Yes, I, I have an invitation letter." Heath tried to take it out of his suit lining pocket. The invitation letter, but his fingers actually started to tremble, so much so that he tried twice but couldn't take it out. Heath showed an apologetic smile to the waiter in front of him, but the waiter was still not in a hurry, which made Heath feel a little relieved, and finally took out the invitation letter after the third effort, and handed it to the waiter born.

Heath looked nervously at the waiter's expression. Although the nerd said he was Samora Caswell that day, who knows, anyway, he didn't know what Hugo's assistant looked like, so he wasn't sure about the invitation Is the letter genuine? If it is false, then... "Sir, welcome to tonight's party." Before Heath could continue to think about it, the waiter's polite voice sounded again, "Lancas Mr. Te is waiting for your arrival, I hope you can have a good time tonight."

"Oh, oh! Of course, thank you. I mean, uh, thank you." Heath was a little incoherent, retracted the invitation, and then walked away in a daze.

In an instant, all the flash lights turned on, and the continuous light made Heath almost think that his retina was about to fall off, and the pouring heat even made him feel like a suckling pig on a barbecue grill. This feeling made Heath unable to resist at all, so he walked forward in a panic, quickly pushed open the wooden fence door, and then walked all the way down the wooden stairs, without having time to look at the surrounding scene, as if running away At the bottom, I came back to my senses, breathed rapidly with lingering fear, looked back at the stairs, and confirmed that the reporters did not swarm up, and finally felt a little relieved.

As soon as he looked back, Heath felt like Alice who had entered a strange world. Everything in front of him seemed so incredible, such as the endless beautiful sea view, the fragrant barbecue grill, the sparkling open-air swimming pool, the variety of Buffet tables, neatly stacked champagne towers, well-dressed waiters...all of them are beautiful in the hazy lemon halo, just like a perfect dream.

"Good evening, sir." A waiter came up with champagne, "May I help you?"

"Uh, I... please give me a glass of champagne." Heath originally wanted to say that he was not yet twenty-one years old and could not drink alcohol, but the heart that was almost in his throat made him unable to calm down, so he changed his words up. Then the waiter moved the plate slightly forward, Heath took a glass from it, then the waiter smiled politely and nodded, turned and left.

Heath looked at the glass of champagne in his hand like falling stars, almost reluctant to drink it.

At this time, it was only eight o'clock, and only the waiters were busy in the entire villa, and there was no sign of a guest. Heath was a little dazed, he had never participated in this kind of high society party, and he didn't know what he should do. After hesitating, he walked a few steps forward along the swimming pool, and his eyes were caught by the living space behind the Blackstone wine cabinet. Attracted to the past - is that where Hugo usually lives and lives?

Heath couldn't restrain his curiosity, and took a step forward, approaching step by step, looking at the furnishings inside almost greedily, "Please forgive my rudeness, the guests have already arrived, but my host has not come out to greet them." A The voice woke Heath from his dream, and he almost couldn't hold the champagne glass in his hand. Looking back, he saw Hugo walking down the stairs with a sunny smile on his face.

"Oh, God, oh, God the hell..." Heath only felt that he was about to stop breathing, and shouted frantically in his heart, but there was no sound in his throat. Hugo strode up to him in this way, he could see the smile on the corner of Hugo's mouth, and the opening and closing of his mouth, but he didn't know what Hugo was talking about, "Sorry, I... I'm Got my invitation letter from Mr Caswell, I'm early... oh, that, I, I'm Heath Ledger, from Australia...Actor, I'm an actor now. Sorry, really I'm sorry...God."

Heath thought it was a disaster, he didn't know what he was talking about, he didn't know what he should say, he just felt like a derailed train, completely out of control.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Heath Ledger, I am the host of the party tonight, Hugo, welcome to my party." Hugo chuckled lightly, with a hint of humor, but not irony meaning, carefully looked at the young man in front of him, and then stretched out his right hand.

Heath looked at Hugo's right hand in front of him, but didn't know what to do. Then he raised his head and saw Hugo's gaze, and found that Hugo's eyes cast an encouraging light. He quickly reached out and held it. Hugo's right hand, "Mr. Lancaster, I like your work very much. No, I mean, it is my honor to be able to come to your party. My invitation is from Mr. Caswell to me Yes, I didn't get in here by myself."

"Yes, I believe in you." Hugo showed a bright smile, "It can be seen that you are very punctual." This sentence made Histon stunned for a moment, and Hugo said quickly, "I mean On a positive note, you know, I've always wondered why everyone is late to parties?"

"Because I hope to wait until everyone is drunk?" Heath said hesitantly.

Hugo suddenly realized, "Maybe this is the correct answer." This made the smile on the corner of Heath's mouth truly bloom for the first time.

God, it's going to be a wonderful, long, unforgettable night! Heath believed in one thing.