Volume 523 Avenue of Stars

Very well, when Qin Guan and the others temporarily forgot about work and came to enjoy this rare day off, they discovered the tragedy in the city of Los Angeles.

If you have been to Southern California, please don't be fooled by the photos of the blue sea and blue sky here, those are for tourists living on the mountainside.

As a person who really lives here, or as a person who wants to go deep into the Los Angeles Walk of Fame to feast his eyes, he must endure two things.

One, very exaggerated traffic jams, two, smog.

In 2003, when the Chinese capital was still covered with blue skies, Los Angeles in Southern California was already shrouded in a foggy environment.

Qin Guan, who originally wanted to take public transportation for a warm trip, had no choice but to find a way from the bicycle rental shop nearby.

Here, the fastest and most convenient means of transportation is the bicycle, and today's temperature is surprisingly only 33 degrees, which is a miracle for Los Angeles in July.

Qin Guan was very happy operating the tandem bicycle, pedaling hard on the side of the road that was blocked by a long queue, not forgetting to look back at Cong Nianwei from time to time.

And when he gloated over the cars, he found that the people in the cars were looking at him with sympathetic eyes.

Before Qin Guan could react, he and Cong Nianwei understood the meaning in the eyes of these Los Angeles people after only riding for 5 minutes.

The air humidity here in summer is quite high, to what extent? Pour a basin of water on the coals in the sauna room from time to time, don't open the door, try sitting inside for 5 minutes.

Now Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei's bodies are wet and sticky, and they can't tell whether it's sweat or steam, it's really uncomfortable.

As the advocate of this trip, Qin Guan could only climb forward with all his strength, and finally stopped his driving on the Avenue of Stars where the most tourists were.

"Excuse me, where is the tourist rental car parked?"

The little brother at the chain service station, after seeing Qin Guan showing him a bright smile, suddenly covered his mouth with a 'poof' and pointed him in the direction of the parking lot while suppressing a smile.

Qin Guan, who was supporting the car, looked at this little brother's performance, and turned his head quite complacently: "Hey, Weizi, do you think my charm has become more and more attractive recently? Infected and happy?"

When Qin Guan turned his head, Cong Nianwei, who had been following behind him, couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Don't be so cute, wait..." Cong Nianwei took out a small mirror from the side pocket of the backpack, and stretched it out. In front of Qin Guan. "

Well, Qin Guan, who took off his windshield sunglasses and helmet, has fair and moist skin above the bridge of the nose, even with a lot of sweat, it still can't conceal its demeanor.

As for Qin Guan's nose, it looked as if he had just crawled out of a pit in a small coal mine. It was black and gray with streaks of sweat stains, which was extremely ridiculous.

"Just like you, hurry up and wipe it off, otherwise how can we play, this dress is better than a star even if it is not a star."

While locking the bicycle, Qin Guan took a tissue and wiped his face casually a few times, then blinked in Cong Nianwei's direction mysteriously: "It's okay, everyone will wash off all the lead in a while!"

Um? What does this mean?

Cong Nianwei, who hadn't had time to think about it, was grabbed by Qin Guan's little hand and stepped onto the Avenue of Stars in Los Angeles.

The Avenue of Fame in Los Angeles is simply a must-see attraction for tourists who come here. There are more than 2,500 polished five-pointed terrazzo and brass 'stars', inlaid in fifteen blocks along Hollywood Boulevard and three Vine Streets. On the sidewalk of the neighborhood.

'Stars' represent the eternal commemoration of those who have distinguished themselves in the entertainment industry, recording the names of actors, musicians, directors, producers, musical groups, theater groups, fictional characters and others.

And Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei's first stop will be here, and it has to be said that this is Qin Guan's little thought and ambition.

Among the stars under their feet, the two held hands and watched carefully. They were looking for the only three Chinese who left their names among so many stars.

Anna May Wong, Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan.

When mentioning the names of the two people behind, they can be described as household names, but as the most romantic woman, Cong Nianwei is full of endless interest in Huang Liushuang, a Chinese actress.

Even Qin Guan, who thinks he's handsome now and has a snotty nose, has to say that she is a top porn star with the most oriental mysterious beauty.

In the 1900s when Chinese could only be third-class citizens in the United States, and even blacks were inferior, as the most common second daughter in a laundry shop, she relied on her own hard work, when Los Angeles movies were just beginning to flourish. , Out of a world of their own.

To describe Huang Liushuang with ups and downs and invincibility is to underestimate her. Wherever she goes, in such an age of underdeveloped communication, she has fans and admirers in all European countries. A very proud achievement.

And she is also the first Chinese female star to have her own star on the Avenue of Fame.

Qin Guan gently stroked the bronze edge of the pink five-pointed star with his fingers, and looked at Cong Nianwei with a little joy beside him with some pride.

"One day, the star that belongs to me will be cast and inlaid here step by step, and my name, Qin Guan, will be engraved in the heart of this ring-shaped symbol."

Cong Nianwei on the side withdrew her thoughts, and shook her finger at Qin Guan mischievously: "Well, I believe you, but I heard that this star will pay a certain maintenance fee for the Hollywood History Trust Fund."

"You said the price of 15,000 US dollars, is the company paying for it for you, or is it out of your own pocket?"

After hearing such a price, Qin Guan, who was still squatting beside the stars, immediately stood up: "Well, don't worry about this matter, let's talk about it another day..."

The two lovely couples who left in a hurry left behind the hearty laughter of the little girl...

"Really, I'm not short of money..." And the rebuttal of the big boy still came from behind the girl.

The tourists who caught a glimpse made them, who are most concerned about entertainment trends, discover the specialness of this couple.

"Ho! Is that boy the protagonist of yesterday's newspaper news?"

"Let me see... oh, it seems so, the girl next to me also has an impression, it seems that this little girl succeeded in the end..."

What works, it's Mrs. Right? (To be continued.)