After packing up and setting off, the black Bentley Buckling S sedan was parked on the street.

The new high-end car that Rolls-Royce Group just launched in 1992 is hard to see in poor areas like Williamsburg. Fortunately, it leans next to New York, and residents have seen the world and did not attract attention.

Opening the car door and making a request, Anya got into the car with a smile and said to the boy, "Thank you, gentleman."

"It's my honor." The boy smiled, walked in from the other side, and spoke to little John: "Do you know where there is a cinema?"

"What do you think?" John turned around helplessly and put his hand on the steering wheel.

"That's just not sure, right? Where are you, Anya?"

"I want to say I haven't seen a movie before, do you believe it?" The girl lay on the backrest of the cashmere wool and turned her head and said, "I have spent time at school and painting since I was a child, and no one has taken me there."

"God, you've been in New York for so many years." The boy said, "Let's go ahead, John."

Things that were easy to see before disappeared when they were looking for it. The same was true for them. They walked the road and their necks were sore and they didn't see the cinema.

Finally found out that the films include "Slam Dunk", Steven Spielberg's famous "Schindler's List", "Chasing Dreams and Childhood Heart", and "Youthful Retrospective".

Two of them are sports, and one is a war movie. Han Xuan can even know that girls won’t like it with his butt.

As for the last one, I stood on tiptoe at the ticket window: "Ms., do you still have tickets for "Youthful Freak"?"

"Sorry, there will be screening until nine o'clock in the evening. Please wait and come over."

The ticket sales aunt pushed her glasses and looked up at him: "By the way, how old are you? This is a PG-13 movie. Auntie doesn't recommend you to watch it."

If you think about it carefully, it seems that the United States does have a hierarchical system. Even watching horror movies with cowboys on the ranch, I almost forgot about this.

Unable to return to the car, Han Xuan sat cross-legged in the back row and spoke to the girl: "I just want to watch a movie..."

"Okay, just treat it as a trip. It's not bad all the way. I haven't had such a rest for a long time." Anya comforted him, took off her shoes and lay in the car.

John Jr. launched Bentley, looked at the signpost and said, "Fast forward to Highway 278, we came from there just now, right?"

"Well, let's go first, there should be more Manhattan."

There was no traffic jam this time. At 2:30 pm, we arrived at Roosevelt Avenue. The city roads were well connected, intertwined and extended among the rows of tall buildings.

The East River flows by the roadside, and the rivers surround Manhattan. Skyscrapers, spanning water bridges, outlining the magnificence and spectacle of the metropolis.

"Did you eat for lunch?" Han Xuan asked withdrew his gaze from outside the window.

The girl thought for a while and said in a low voice: "I ordered a chocolate cake while waiting for you in the cafe."

"It's been so long, John, let's go and eat something first."

"Okay, I'll look for it."

After saying that, he came from 57th Street to 58th Street. The restaurant did not notice it, but the cinema appeared first. John pointed to the road and said, "Paris Cinema?"

Han Xuan was covered in black lines, and he walked around Anya and looked around, and sat down speechlessly: "Let's come back later."

I spent half a day looking for a parking space and walked into a pizza restaurant called "Tomato Pie". I lay on the chair and didn't want to move. There were also disadvantages in big cities.

Now that the meal time has just passed, there is only one person on the table. The waitress brought the menu and placed it in front of John. She held the pen and asked, "Sir, what are you going to do?"

Little John pushed it to Han Xuan, and Han Xuan handed it to Anya again. The waitress was stunned, as if she didn't understand who was going to make the decision, and stood by and waited.

It was said to be a pizza restaurant, but there were actually milk tea, pasta, etc. The girl looked through it and looked up and said, "I want to eat seafood pizza. What do you think, Korean?"

"You can just like it, I can do it, John?"

"Just just have a small portion. I just had a buffet and I'm not hungry."

"OK, let's go there like this, and have three more cups of milk tea." Han Xuan handed the menu back, raised his head and looked at the waitress.

"Please wait, and I'll deliver it later."

...

After chatting for a while, Han Xuan felt fooled by the waitress.

It didn't deliver it for more than 20 minutes. Maybe it was because there were few people, so the chef went to cook it now.

The Paris Cinema across the street is the Paris Cinema. The old sign looks very historical. I was curious that there was a reporter standing at the door, putting on a camera and taking a picture, and quickly left.

"There are stars?" John said to himself.

The middle-aged boss at the counter thought he was talking to him, and he was bored and busy settled the score, and he didn't raise his head: "It's often like this. It's been open for a longer time than my pizza restaurant. It has been only art movies since 1948. There was a pilot premiere last night, and I guess I'm here to see the situation. Do you want to watch the movie? This is the most artistic cinema in New York..."

The waitress finally served the dishes and finished a small plate of pizza in a few minutes. It tasted pretty good. When she paid the bill, Han Xuan swiped the card, which surprised her. She looked at John incorrectly.

The young man could only smile bitterly. He had been working for a while, and who would bring his wallet when he was at work. He thought he wanted to eat a king meal and planned to ask his colleagues to come and give money. Fortunately, the boy brought a credit card.

Walking through the street, the cinema is very exquisitely decorated, unlike others, there are only a ticket window.

I didn't even know what to put. When I bought the ticket, the uncle did not mention the rating. He only looked at Little John. It seemed that the child could also go in, not a restricted movie.

There were quite a lot of people inside, with nearly 500 seats, and 60% of them were there. Little John was holding a popcorn bucket, and the boys and girls in front each held a cup of Coke. Anya originally wanted it, but she couldn't resist Han Xuan's temptation, saying that it was fun to watch movies like this.

The movie didn't start, and the dark yellow light shone on the bright red seats. No wonder the pizza restaurant owner kept praising the place just now, it was really delicious.

After a few minutes, the lights dimmed. I grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bucket in Anya's arms. I paused when I heard the music movement, turned my head to look at the screen, and whispered: "Isn't this New York?"

The girl nodded: "It's the metropolis, I've been there."

"Leon Leon." This name is very familiar, but I just can't remember where I saw it until the man with round eyes appeared: "Damn, this killer is not too cold!?"

"The movie is called Leon." Whenever you heard the boy cry in a low voice, you took a sip of Coke and smacked your lips.

It seemed that I had discovered something, and pulled Han Xuan's sleeve: "Look at the girl on the right, isn't this Matilda in the movie? It's too dark and I can't see clearly."

"Natalie?"

Han Xuan turned around and saw Anya's fun eyes and added: "There is an introduction name at the beginning of the movie."

"She's pretty, right?"

The man's seventh sense came into play and he spoke seriously: "No, if you act, you will definitely be better than her."

"She's here."

"where?!"
Chapter completed!