Hollywood superstar XX history [travel]

New York, USA 2004

In a bachelor apartment in a five-story apartment building not far from the subway entrance in Brooklyn, Matt Miller, a 27-year-old white man with black hair and green eyes, stared dumbfounded at the beautiful boy sitting cross-legged on a cloth sofa ( ?) Elegantly holding the hamburger... Gobbling it up, that ferocious look looks like he has been hungry for three days and three nights.

In fact, maybe not "as if".

It was late at night when the teenager appeared in front of Matt, and Matt, who came back late from the rehearsal, thought he had been robbed.

The image of the teenager was not as good as it is now, or rather, Matt couldn't imagine him as a "teenager".First of all, he is very tall, at least six feet one inch (1.85 meters), half a head taller than Matt who is only five feet eight inches (1.76 meters), strong and slender, messy hair, slightly curly, but curled up He was in a mess, covered his eyes in a mess, had a beard, and was equally messed up, covering half of his face. He was wearing a dirty long windbreaker and a pair of ripped dark blue jeans. Tramp dress.

Secondly, his voice was deep and magnetic, even with an indescribably hoarse and gorgeous voice, without a trace of the clear and lively that a teenager should have. Matt, who is quite sensitive to voice lines, trembled, and most of his guard and fear dissipated immediately.And what the other party said was: "Excuse me, do you have food?" instead of "Hand over your wallet".

Just when Matt was hesitating, the other party fell down without any warning, and there was a clear and crisp "click"!

Matt's hesitation immediately flew away, and he rushed over to help him up with an exclamation: "Hey, buddy, are you okay?"

The homeless man was on the verge of death, unable to spit out a single word: "Hungry..."

Matt: (⊙o⊙)...=_=! ! !

Many years later, Matt Miller declared that if Vogt Peston hadn't had the good fortune to meet him with a kind heart when he was poor, Hollywood would lose a shining superstar!

Vogt Peston smiled and said nothing.It's hard to say that he spent five days squatting near the subway, staring precisely at Matt Miller, a young man whose appearance fits his aesthetics and who is most likely to let him eat and drink without making a sound, right?Subsequent facts proved that his judgment was very accurate.

This is how beautiful misunderstandings arise.

Good-natured Matt couldn't just watch a man starve to death in front of him, so he dragged the tall homeless man into his bachelor apartment with all his might.

"Here, Vogt!" Matt, who exchanged names and called each other "Vogt" at the other party's insistence, put the milk and sandwich in front of the homeless.His financial conditions are not well-off, and because of work, he must control his diet. This milk and sandwich is his midnight snack, the only food at home that can fill his stomach.

"Thank you," Vogt Peston said.His face was blurred, but his voice was still very moving.Maybe it's because I've been hungry for a long time, even the movement of taking food is a little trembling.He ate the food slowly and with restraint, until there was nothing left.

"Or I'll go next door and get some bread..." Matt looked at him sympathetically, getting less and less wary of him.At this time, Liti, who is next door and next door, should not be asleep yet, but she is interested in him, I wonder if she will take the opportunity to strike up a conversation...

"No, thank you. I've been hungry for too long, and my body can't stand it if I eat too much at once." Vogt lay on the sofa slowly, clutching his stomach.

He was just talking in a straightforward manner, without any intention of gaining sympathy. With long hands and feet, he curled up on the five-foot-five-inch sofa, unexpectedly feeling pitiful.

By the time Matt realized it, he had already contributed his own pillow and quilt, and he almost wanted to sell his own room.Fortunately, he still has a little sanity left.

"You can stay here tonight," Matt said dryly, seeing Vogt lay down on his own accord.

Vogt: Zzzzzzz...

Matt had a subtle feeling of being cheated.

I must be thinking too much.Vogt was just too tired to sleep in seconds. →The kind-hearted Matt let go of his doubts, yawned and went back to his room to sleep.

What Matt didn't know was that after he turned around, Vogt slowly opened his eyes, stared at his back and whispered, "Well, Matt Miller, you're qualified..."

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"Matt, Matt, get up!"

Matt reluctantly opened his eyes amid the harassment of being slapped on the cheek, and met a pair of deep amber eyes. The pupils were a very pure dark chocolate color, clear and bright, and there was a charming mystery deep in the eyes.After looking at it for a long time, it seems to be able to suck people in.

Matt swallowed indistinctly.

Amber eyes flickered mockingly.

Matt's face immediately turned red, and after regaining his senses, he finally noticed that a strange man was bending over to look at him, and the outstretched hand was the "weapon" that slapped his face just now.

This man is beyond handsome.Dark brown hair is messy and stylish, thick and slender eyebrows, beautiful amber eyes, tall nose bridge, slightly raised thin lips, three-dimensional face, deep facial features, clear and clean temperament, and a hint of lazy nobility .Walking on the street is definitely the type that turns heads [-]%, no matter men or women.

In front of such a handsome man who has no friends, Matt, who feels that he is not bad, lacks confidence and stammers, asking: "You, who are you?"

The man burst out laughing!

"Hey man, forget me after one night? Makes me sad!"

Matt blushed and stared with green eyes!What is "after one night"?He is not gay, how could he "spend a night" with a man?

etc!After... one night?

"Wo, Vogt?" Matt yelled in disbelief!

"Bingo! It's true!" Vogt narrowed his amber eyes and flashed a sly look, "Otherwise, what did you think of just now?"

Matt choked, scratched his face uncomfortably, and gestured: "You, why are you..." Such a big change overnight, it's like the rhythm of a tramp turning into a male god!

"Just showered and shaved." Vogt shrugged. "Okay, before you stutter completely, get up! The alarm clock has rung three times, and you haven't come out yet, so I had to come in and wake you up." In one sentence, the rude behavior of breaking into the master's room was taken away.

"Ah, thanks..." Matt said sheepishly.

"Burgers and coffee for breakfast." Vogt winked at him.

"Thank you, it's too much trouble for you..." Matt was moved by Vogt's thoughtfulness, and he didn't have the consciousness of being turned into a customer at all.

Vogt turned and walked out of Matt's room, waving his hand to say "it's a piece of cake", but with a meaningful smile on his face.

Throughout breakfast, Matt couldn't help but look surprised and curious as he watched Vogt eating boldly and recklessly without concealing his good upbringing.

Shaved and dressed in clean clothes (where did they come from?), Vogt's appearance and demeanor suggested that he was very different from the down-and-out, cold and hungry bum Matt had imagined.

But prying into other people's privacy seems not very good, Matt hesitated to ask.

On the contrary, Vogt was very understanding. After cleaning his mouth and hands after breakfast, he raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to ask?"

Matt, who was poked in the center of his mind, was embarrassed for a while, shaking his head and waving his hands: "No, no..."

Vogt smiled: "Okay, please allow me to introduce myself again, Vogt Peston, 19 years old, professional model..."

"19 years old?!" Matt's eyes widened again!Vogt looked at him incredulously.Although Vogt, who showed his true colors, was much younger than him in the homeless image, at first Matt guessed that he was about twenty years old, not much younger than him, but 19 years old?This face, these eyes, this figure... how do you look like it?

Vogt touched his nose, innocently and uncertainly, and said, "I'm...mature?" He was putting on a show.Matt wasn't alone in being fooled by his looks, and he knew what he was.Rather than saying that he is mature, it is better to say that his mentality determines his appearance.He was born with the memory of the previous life, and the retrogression of the era and the difference in the country. These problems have been bothering him until he was ten years old.Before the age of ten, he was in a restless state, and after the age of ten, he completely entered the long period of "finding himself"—of course, in the eyes of his parents, it was a terrible and long period of rebellion.Combined two lifetimes, a 40-year-old person looks like a teenager?Forgive him!

"ID!" Matt said aggressively.Today's young people look so angry, how can these "uncles" in their twenties live?

Vogt silently took out his ID card and handed it over.Matt took a look, 3.16.1985, he was really 19 years old!

"Actually, because of work, my actual age is two years younger than the one on my driver's license..." Vogt added, "Don't tell others."

"God! Underage! Where are your parents?" Matt suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment, and Vogt, who looked mature, turned out to be an underage boy.However, his sense of responsibility as an adult compelled him to ask clearly that Vogt's parents allowed their underage son to go out to work and even fainted in front of him because of hunger. This was an extremely irresponsible behavior.

"My dad was a straight-up guy." Vogt shrugged. "He thought modeling was 'a girl's job' . . . One cent."

"Oh, I'm sorry..." Matt immediately recalled the inspirational story of a teenager who loves modeling and was devastated by his conservative father and left his family for his ideals, and sighed empathetically: "Vogt, you Did nothing wrong."

Matt had a similar experience.He loves theater, and his dream is to be on the Broadway stage, but his talent is mediocre, and his family thinks he is wasting time and persuades him to give up.Matt insisted on his dream, and came to New York alone in spite of the opposition of his family when he was an adult. He started off-Broadway and went further to Off-Broadway through unremitting efforts. No. [-], but in the end the play was not moved to the Broadway stage, and Matt was always one step away from Broadway.After nearly ten years of ups and downs, Matt's reason for staying in New York has always been his undying love for drama.He understands the meaning of chasing dreams to life better than many people.

"He made me two years older, and he has to pay a price." Vogt spread his hands.

Matt couldn't help laughing.Indeed, the law recognizes Vogt as an adult, and the binding force from a guardian becomes weak.Young people don't like their parents interfering too much in their lives, and Vogt can do his own way.

"And your job?" Matt asked again.According to Vogt's conditions, it should not be difficult to find a modeling job.But if he had a stable job and income, how could he become like last night?

"It's gone." Vogt's light dimmed, and he remembered some unpleasant things, and he said slowly: "I offended a big man, and I lost my job."

"I'm sorry..." Matt's attitude became cautious.

Vogt said to himself, "It's like, you know, the fashion world is glamorous on the surface and dirty and messy in the dark... I was caught, I turned it down, something happened, and the job was gone."