There seems to be no telephone poles in Los Angeles.

This place is not like Tiantang Town where farms, fences, fences, agricultural vehicles, and old telephone poles stand on the roadside in front of every household, with wires tied on the poles; it is not like those one-story houses in Hailun City, where the front yard lawn is a lawn, and there are also telephone poles stand.

Modi didn't find any telephone poles here, but there were so many street lights, garbage cans and trees.

After saying goodbye to Mr. Conrad, she did not go to Santa Monica to see the sea, and immediately set out to find a residence and prepare for tomorrow's audition.

Now she still has 742 yuan in hand, and 242 yuan is cash. This feeling is very bad and she can't spend money indiscriminately.

No matter how cheap the hotel is, it costs more than 70 yuan or more. Modi can't afford to stay. Fortunately, the day before coming to Los Angeles, I found a family hotel on the Internet. Most of them only cost $10-15 yuan to stay for one night. Some even offer a breakfast called bed+breakfast, which is really suitable for her.

Before finding a cheap residence and a stable job, she had to stay in a family hotel. Dim said many times to pay attention to safety. The Internet also said that some places in Los Angeles are not in good condition, such as downtown, South Korea City, South Los Angeles, etc., try not to go out after dark.

I heard that Viy lives in Brentwood, which is in the wealthy area west of Los Angeles. I didn’t find a family hotel there, too. The families who live there need to make this money.

Modi found this bed+breakfast family hotel called "Big House" from the poster advertisement. It is located in Oakwood, south of Hollywood and west of South Koreatown. The head of the hotel is a white old couple. He enthusiastically said on the phone that there is also a bed, $10 a night, a breakfast, and free water and electricity. It's really good.

When I arrived in Oakwood, it was still around 3 pm. I thought Mr. Conrad was preparing for an audition dress. I wonder what kind of evening wear it would be?

She likes Lily Collins' white dress, which feels beautiful, but Mr. Conrad is a professional, so he can give it the best one.

In Modi's view, Oakwood is a wealthy community. The clean tree-lined roads have evergreen trees. The old palm trees grow as tall as buildings. Both sides of the road are full of various cars. Although each house is very close, it is mostly two-story high and is very beautifully built. What should be a different architectural style?

The same is true for the "big house". The wide front yard lawn, the three-story house has yellow tiles and white walls, and the classical windows have exquisite patterns on the window lings, which looks like a palace.

Modi walked up the steps of the house with her luggage bag in her arms. The more she looked at the house, the more incredible she felt. She also provided breakfast for $10, and she could live in such a good house.

Ding bell, she rang the doorbell, full of nervousness.

...

The bright night sky illuminates Brentwood.

"You can't roll your eyes, you can't frown, you can't purses your lips, you can't grin, you can't perform with your eyes. What should I do?"

Since I was scolded yesterday morning until now, Emma has not found a solution.

After the lecture, she kept busy. She walked around the house and left in a suffocating manner. She was really angry yesterday, but the consequence was that she went to Rodeo Avenue to buy a bunch of new autumn and winter clothes and left with five bags, which was considered to be the result of her rehabilitation.

Dressing is much simpler than acting. A blue denim jacket and a white pleated dress will be a+. It is also much simpler than music. At the end of September last year, a studio album "unfabulo" was released, with a very mediocre performance and no longer planning to continue his music career.

In fact, music has never been her expectation for her future, and she can’t write songs...! I tried to learn to write songs and write lyrics, but my head hurts when I think about it.

If she can only do two things in her life, she will choose to read and perform, and those who fall in love and get married are not included.

But now I'm really hit. Of course I understand that I won't scold her for no reason. Every time he said something bad at the time, it's right afterwards. Her performance is really not good enough, but I don't know what to do. Emma Ruth Roberts, think about it!

In the spacious and elegant girl's bedroom, several rows of bookshelves stand against the wall. Beside the dressing table opposite, Emma, ​​wearing pajamas, was looking at herself in the mirror, trying to make a frustrated expression.

In the past, she would roll her eyes, purse the corners of her lips, lower her head slightly, looking very depressed.

Now you can only lower your head slightly, but you can also lower your head slightly when you are happy and angry. This is just a physical movement and facial expression?!

Emma made various attempts, adjusting her face little by little, making her eyes dazed... It's very ordinary no matter how you look at it...

"This is impossible." After trying for a while, she finally sighed and lowered her head to the dressing table. This would be absolutely depressed enough. With a whimper, she raised her head and continued practicing. She saw Cui Ji lying in the doghouse over there in the mirror. At this moment, she really envied her natural depressed look.

Not every Chihuahua has this ability. When Cui Ji opened his big eyes and closed his mouth, he was very frustrated, and cute!

Stranger is different. As a cat, it has the unique laziness and arrogance of a cat, and it seems to despise humans all day long.

Focus on it! No matter how difficult it is, you have to practice, because you have no wishes than playing the heroine in the viy movie!

The night outside the window gradually became darker and I felt that I had reached my limit, so Emma was about to fall asleep.

"Wei, I'm trapped." She lay on the side of the classic single bed, stroking Cui Ji with one hand and talking to Wei with the other with her cell phone. Stranger's nest was sleeping on the bookshelf there.

"My performance needs to be improved, but according to your requirements, I can't do any expression, I can only perform poker faces. How can this work? Can you give me a hint?"

Wei's serious voice came from his cell phone: "It's right that you can't do any expression. If you don't have any expression but can still perform, congratulations, you are a truly excellent actor. No matter how much I tell you, it's useless. You have to make a breakthrough by yourself, only you. Emma, ​​I still have to be busy with scripts and have no time to talk about the phone."

After a few words, the call ended.

Emma slapped her body and stomped on the soft mattress with her feet, pulled over the thin quilt to cover herself, and kissed Choi, "Good night, Choi, Good night, Stranger."

"Wang." Cui Ji barked. At first it was the result of the training, but later it should have understood that this is etiquette. He would respond when he heard good night. It was so cute.

Have a good night's sleep first and think about it tomorrow.

...

Oakwood, the "Big House" family hotel under the night, the windows are dimly lit.

There are five rooms and a small living room for rent here, two rooms are double rooms, and the other three rooms are triple rooms, all of which have been rented out long ago. There are several couples and friends' long-term tenants, all on the second and third floors; there are seven beds on the first floor living room, and there are a total of twenty beds in the whole house.

The living room is full of short-term tourists, one night or two nights, and one week, and it is already full.

When looking out, the room was very large. When living in the living room, the room was very narrow. Seven single wooden beds with only one body were distributed in the hall. There was a small wooden cabinet next to each bed to hold its own luggage. The chandeliers on the ceiling emitted dim lights, illuminating the crowded living room.

Modi slept sideways on the bed beside the window, with her back against the wall, her white quilt covered tightly, and she was wearing daytime clothes, and her eyes were alert to the surroundings.

She was not like this when she moved in in the afternoon, but now the passengers in the other six beds are young and middle-aged men, two whites, one black, and three Latin people. Among them are venturers like her, illegal immigrants, and homeless people. The landlord and his wife asked her to be careful and shouted whenever they happened.

It was past 11 o'clock in the evening. From the hotel's stipulated bedtime to now, Modi has not closed her eyes. Every time she just closed her eyes, there would suddenly sound, which made her open her eyes suddenly.

The living room seemed quiet, and her eyes could naturally see the middle-aged Latin man in the bed opposite. He stood up with one foot, and the quilt was slightly ups and downs, and it seemed that he would come from time to time.

Suddenly she was shocked, and the white man in the bedside was snoring: "Huh, Huh..." She was no stranger to snoring. On the night after her father drank, there was a snoring sound in the wooden house, but now the strange snoring sounds are rising and falling, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

Suddenly someone stood up in the distance. She grabbed a Swiss army knife in her right hand, held the phone tightly in her left hand, and hid her wallet close to her shirt. She saw that the man was walking towards the bathroom, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little girl?" A low call sounded, the Latin man opposite him was looking at him, his beard was tilted, "Little girl?"

"Sir?" Modi responded softly in confusion. What gesture did the man make, she couldn't understand: "Sorry?" The man said in a strong South American accent: "Give me blow-job, I'll give you 50 yuan, how about it?" Modi immediately blushed, afraid, frightened, panicked, and anxiously said: "No! Sir, I don't do those things, I'm not...I'm a Momen..."

Like most people in her hometown, she is a Momen. But Dim said that she should not talk about her beliefs outside because there are many misunderstandings about Momen, such as polygamy. Momen had long abolished polygamy, and only some extreme areas still adhered to, not her.

The Latin man seemed to be unable to understand the meaning of touching r and touching n, and only smiled lewdly, "Don't you do it, just use your hands? Oh, good night, little girl, go to bed."

Modi's blue eyes widened, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. His eyes wandered around, listening to the louder snoring, breathing air with an inevitable body odor. This is not a single body odor, mixed with many disgusting odors.

She wanted to fall asleep, but she hadn't slept much since the day before yesterday. She couldn't sleep at home, and even more so on the bus. If she didn't sleep for a while today, her mental outlook would definitely be very poor tomorrow, so let Viy check it out... But how can she close her eyes, here, here...

Tears suddenly pour out, don’t cry! I will see Viy at noon tomorrow. My mother’s money brings luck. I will show my performance skills tomorrow...

Regardless of whether Viy is attracted by it or not, you have to find another family hotel with a separate room or a room for several girls.

This night was particularly long, and the dark night outside the window seemed to never pass.

I don't know how long it took, Modi also noticed any slight movement in the living room. Who got up and walked, who turned around, who coughed, who was pressing his phone and pressing it with a very light click, and there were also a sound outside the house. Occasionally, a vehicle passed by, and a few far-off dog barking sounds came.

When she was a child, sheep was raised on the farm. There was a Scottish sheepdog named Pelley at home. Later, the farm stopped raising sheep, and Pelley was sold out by her father. A few days later, Pelley was hit and killed by an unknown car on the way back to the town. She remembered that Dim cried for a day while holding Pelley's body, and he was different from that time.

Perhaps thinking of Pelley, Modi's tense nerves gradually relaxed a little, and his sleepiness surged up and closed his eyes unconsciously.

Everything was hazy, as if I was asleep, but it seemed that I didn't.

All kinds of undispelled sounds and thoughts were churning in my mind, I don’t know if this is a dream or my own imagination:

She was lucky enough to have lunch with Ye Wei. He was saying something interesting, but she was laughing and didn't know how to answer him.

She told Ye Wei that she has been his fan since "Dance of Angels". She thought he was amazing and admired him very much. She told Ye Wei that she had practiced acting since childhood, but she had not received formal teaching. They were all taught by her mother and learned wild ways. This was her first audition, so she could give her more advice...

...

Suddenly, there was a heavy sound. Modi woke up and opened her eyes suddenly. He saw that the light was bright. It was already Saturday morning. Someone was getting up around. The bed opposite was empty. The Latin man got up.

Xiaodao and her cell phone were still in her hand, and she immediately touched the wallet in her top, and it was still there!

"Guests, wake up time, wake up time." The old man from the landlord shouted on patrol, "If anyone wants to renew the bed, it's time to go ahead, there are more customers on weekends than usual."

Modi sat up and got out of bed, blinked her eyes, which were still sleepy, and couldn't help but yawn, not preparing to renew the bed.

Everyone can have 3 minutes of bathing in the morning, which is equivalent to showering with water and changing clothes. Another bathing costs money. Modi opened the door of the cabinet below the bedside table and was about to take out the duffel bag inside, but his brows immediately frowned. Where is the duffel bag?

She panicked, looked at the people walking around, and hurriedly shouted: "Sorry, my duffel bag is gone!"

Everyone was stunned, and the old landlord frowned and asked loudly: "This little girl has disappeared from her duffel bag. Have you seen it?" The passengers looked at each other, shook their heads and said that they were not aware of it. Modi blushed in anxiety. The old landlord came and asked, "What is inside?"

"Some clothes, maps, some information about Los Angeles, and some small things..." Modi was completely confused, "My clothes are all inside."

At this time, the old landlord came from the food hall when he heard the sound. After hearing this, his face was full of wrinkles and wrinkles. He exclaimed: "It must be the South American named Chanoas who stole it. He disappeared early in the morning."

Everyone was checking their luggage at the same time, but there was not much. No one else had disappeared, only Modi. She said blankly: "There is no valuable thing inside, why did he steal my duffel bag..."

"That's your wallet? Is there any money you have?" asked the old landlord.

"I've been hiding it close to my body." Modi shook his head and opened the wallet in his hand to take a look.

The old landlord sighed, "Oh girl, those thieves have a lot of clever methods." Her words made Modi's heart sink, and she had already seen the situation in her wallet, and the bank card and other documents were still there, and more than 200 yuan of cash were gone. Her eyes suddenly burst into tears, "How is it possible, I have been hiding..."

No one can answer her, nor can anyone help her. Although most of the guests looked sympathetic, the reason why they lived here was because they had no money and no one could help. Moreover, the residents were stolen, which was the landlord's responsibility.

The old couple kept cursing the Latin man, and finally said that she had stolen something and returned her $10 rent last night and compensated 50 yuan. The old woman also gave her an old set of clothes that she didn't wear for her to change, and a kind female tenant gave her a set of old underwear.

When taking a shower in the shower, Modi found that a piece of hair stuck on her right ear was sticky. It smelled very smelly when she washed it. She could guess what it was...

She felt that she was dirty, she didn't think Susie was dirty, but she felt that she was dirty, she wanted to cut her hair off, but she still had to audition today, find a job, and have a talent show.

Modi shed a lot of tears silently, and the tears fell to the ground with the clear water sprinkled from the shower head, and I don’t know where to go.

Everything was not that bad. I was very lucky to meet Ye Wei at noon the next day after coming to Los Angeles. Maybe it was because I was too lucky that I came back in such a balance.

The breakfast was made of two yuan for homemade toast. When she left the "big house", she did not renew her bed and was determined to spend more money to live in a safer and safer place. However, with the money-making, there is only 4,260 yuan left, so she has to save money in other aspects.
To be continued...