American fame and fortune

Atlanta, Northville neighborhood.

In the small courtyard, Martin dragged out the barbecue grill, his feet were soft, and he almost fell into the pit, and shouted to the tool room: "Hall, you idiot, what else can you do besides crack the earth? Can't make progress!"

Hall showed his head from the tool room, and just as he was about to say that Lily did it, he saw the young lady standing at the door of the room, staring at him coldly.

As a younger brother who has been bullied by his two older sisters for many years, Hall wisely chose to shut up.

The main reason is that the young lady has been practicing carving all the time, and her hands are very strong. When the fist hits the head, it hurts much more than the eldest sister.

Martin cleaned the grill and shouted again: "Idiot, don't stand around stupidly, drag the charcoal out to dry."

Hall wanted to scold ten thousand foul words in his heart, but he didn't dare to say them out. He could only drag out a large bag of charcoal and put it in a place where it could be exposed to direct sunlight.

Just finished, before taking a breath, Lily shouted: "Hall, go to the kitchen and cut the meat."

Hall lowered his head, washed his handles again, and went into the kitchen to work.

Others celebrate Thanksgiving, but he celebrates Good Friday.

After Martin set up the grill, Lily came over and said, "I've carved a lot of things from the materials you mailed. Would you like to visit my room?"

"What?" Martin asked.

Lily tugged at his rolled up sleeves: "You'll know when you look at it."

Martin followed her into the house and went straight up to the second floor.

Lily opened the door of the room and invited, "Come in."

Martin entered the door, and the most conspicuous thing in Lily's room was the workbench, which was wrinkled and erected with countless shelves, densely packed with various sculptures.

Mainly horns, stone and wood carvings, there are clowns, insects and various handicraft shapes.

Martin even saw a scaled-down version of the kettle.

Lily took out a beautifully carved wooden box as if offering a treasure, and when she opened it, with the house as the background, there were five small figures standing inside.

Martin could tell from their appearance that they were Elena, Harris, Lily, Hall, and him.

Lily pushed in front of Martin, very happy: "This is our family, do you think it looks like it?"

Downstairs, at the gate of the yard, a black BMW 7 was parked on the side of the road. Elena, who bought a roast turkey, got out of the car and found no one in the yard.

When she entered the house, she saw Hall gritted his teeth and was chopping meat, and asked, "Where are Lily and Martin?"

With the point of the knife pointing upwards, Hall pointed to the roof, and said intentionally, "I'm going upstairs. Lily said she has something nice to show Martin."

As soon as these words came out, Elena put down the packaged turkey and rushed upstairs, her boots fell on the wooden stairs, making a hasty thud.

"Fake! Two bastards!" She cursed secretly, rushed to the second floor, turned the corner, and found that Lily's room door was open, and she let go of her heart.

Elena walked to the door, and saw Martin standing in the middle of the room like a model, and Lily sitting in front of the workbench with a carving knife, quickly carving with clay.

Lily heard the hurried footsteps, turned her head, and smiled sweetly at her sister: "I will help Martin make a realistic statue."

Elena came to the door, leaned on the door frame with her arms folded, and said, "Hurry up, you two idiots, I brought back the turkey."

Lily said: "Harris hasn't come back yet, don't worry."

Martin pointed to the downstairs, and shouted loudly: "Hall, the meat is finished, marinate it with the sauce I prepared."

Hall was angry: "Am I the only one working in this family? It's not fair!"

Elena yelled: "If you are told to work, do it quickly, don't talk nonsense!"

Downstairs in the kitchen, the sound of chopping meat rang out.

Elena had no intention of leaving, and waited until Lily had finished carving the prototype before calling Martin to go downstairs together.

The two prepare a Thanksgiving dinner for the evening.

Lily didn't move, patiently finishing the carving in her hand.

When the footsteps completely disappeared from the stairs, she put down the carving knife and took out a booklet, which was an introduction to the California Institute of the Arts.

If she wanted to go, Martin, that idiot, could get her letters of recommendation, even if grades didn't matter.

How difficult it was for Harris to get into college when he lived in the Clayton community.

Lily glanced at the independent and newly decorated room, and looked at the grass-lined courtyard through the window, knowing that it was different.

She is also very clear where all these changes come from.

There was another car door slamming outside, and Harris rushed back from the university.

Upstairs, Lily continued to carve.

Downstairs, Elena unpacks and further processes the semi-finished turkey.

While Harris and Hall threaded the meat, Martin placed skewers on the grill, brushing them with oil and seasoning.

When the sky darkened, meals such as turkey, barbecue, fruit salad, and cold vegetables were placed on the dining table.

The five of Martin and Elena sat around the dining table and enjoyed a sumptuous dinner together.

As usual, Elena picked up a knife and fork and cut up the turkey for everyone.

Lily brought over a case of Coke and put a bottle in front of everyone.

Harris opened it first, and said to Martin: "Tonight, let's respect the leader first."

Elena was the first to pick it up and toast Martin.

Martin clinked glasses with four people next to each other and said, "I wish us better and better."

Elena chimed in: "It keeps getting better!"

The five drank Coke, started to drive together, ate and chatted, but they all had a tacit understanding. They didn't talk about Hollywood or work, but just talked about the happy things in the Clayton community in the past.

Martin was very concerned about the youngest in the family, and asked, "How is Hall's grades?"

Elena worried: "It's average, it's more difficult to get into a good university."

Martin thought for a moment, and said, "Give him a stricter tutor."

Hall wanted to cry, so he put down his knife and fork, drank half a can of Coke in one gulp, and said in a muffled voice, "It's Thanksgiving today, can't you treat me better?"

Lily clenched her fists: "This is the love your brother and sister have for you, can't you feel it?"

Martin joked: "Don't worry, I'll find you a beautiful female tutor."

"This is fine!" Hall agreed with both hands: "Martin, we have agreed, a beautiful and sexy female tutor!"

Elena looked at Martin and Hall, and said, "Do you want people to go to jail?"

Her cell phone rang, she wiped her hands with a napkin, and answered the phone: "Scott, what are you doing? Today is Thanksgiving, if you want to come over, I will allow it."

Scott on the other side said: "At a dinner party? Knowing that you have a good life, that's enough, I won't go there."

Elena said, "May God bless you forever and ever."

"I'm living the life of the rich," Scott said with a laugh.

The two didn't say much, and quickly hung up the phone.

Lily immediately asked: "Is it him?"

Elena nodded slightly: "Don't worry, he's much better than before, and he won't bother us."

Harris answered: "He is more reliable than Emma."

Martin knew they were talking about Scott, and maybe Sophia's training worked. He heard from Hart and others that Scott had quit drinking and almost stopped taking drugs.

what is this? Some weird power of love?

Lily thought of her mother and said, "I don't know what happened to Emma."

Elena reminded: "I said, don't mention her again." She had already given up: "First, we don't want to know how she is! Second, I don't want her to know how we are doing!"

Lily shut her mouth.

Elena warned solemnly: "If you don't want our lives to be messed up, even if you see Emma, ​​you should not know her."

It's not that she is unfeeling, but that the last time she learned about Emma's situation, she got mixed up with a group of old blacks from Nancheng.

Those old blacks represent endless trouble.

The Northville community chosen by Martin has a responsible community committee, a well-established neighborhood defense alliance, and high-frequency APD patrols. The custody of the house and younger siblings is all in Elena's name, so there is no need to worry about those troublesome things.

Not to mention anything else, those old blacks with unfamiliar faces appearing in the community will be immediately interrogated by the patrolling APD, and it is not uncommon for them to have their magazines emptied if they dare to make extra moves.

After dinner, Martin and Elena made an appointment with Robert and came to a bar near the community to drink.

Maybe because of Thanksgiving, there were not many people in the bar.

The three of them found a random place to sit down, ordered beer and drank slowly.

Robert was a little fatter than before, and his hair was neatly combed back to make his head look bigger.

He clinked glasses with Martin and Elena, and said, "More and more Hollywood crews are coming to Atlanta for filming. The company's business scale is larger than before, and it is now the largest entertainment agency in Atlanta."

Martin asked casually, "Does Jerome intend to develop abroad?"

"Neither he nor I have the idea of ​​going out for the time being." Robert is not very ambitious: "The leader said that we are local snakes in Atlanta. Even if CAA and WMA come, we should give us some face. The six major companies The crew treated us very politely, and it will be gone after leaving Atlanta."

Elena said: "It's similar to me. We live freely in Atlanta. Once we leave, we will encounter too many difficulties."

Robert agrees, so he also admires Martin: "Not everyone is like you, willing to leave the familiar hometown and go to such a far place to make a living."

Perhaps too many things are left in Atlanta. Martin took a sip of beer and said, "When I get old and lose the motivation to continue working hard, I will return to Atlanta to settle down. It's actually quite good here."

Elena glanced at Martin, she had long been unable to figure out what he was thinking, and she didn't bother to guess.

The happy education she received since she was a child has always influenced Elena. She can't see too far, and she doesn't think too far. She is very satisfied with her current life.

Robert said again: "I have collected a large number of the first Coca-Cola of God Religion. If you need it, please call me. I can send it to Los Angeles at any time."

Martin pointed to the old cloth at the entrance of the bar, then looked at Elena and Robert, and said, "The leader, the chief protector, the saint, and the high priest, today is also a big gathering of the senior leaders of the Coca-Cola God."

Robert is very serious: "Now we are also a relatively loose organization."

Elena answered: "The leader's appeal is particularly strong."

This is also a boost outside of the film industry.