[American Entertainment] The road to becoming a god

The bells of the evening came from a distance, accompanied by the rustling of the woods being blown by the wind, as if a troubadour sang ancient songs on his journey.The Hodge Manor located in the suburbs of London began to get busy. Of course, the atmosphere only circulated among the servants. The Duchess and her daughters sat around the room, discussing the upcoming dinner.

The fire next to it was booming, and the firewood was crackling inside. The ladies couldn't stand the high temperature in the house, and the youngest lady got up from the bench, lifted her skirt, went to the window and pushed it open.

"Do I have to bring this, Mommy?" The young boy tried to raise his chin to avoid the raised corner of the scarf on his chest from touching the skin, and he staggered towards the lady in the middle of the sofa, "It always touches I."

"Yes, you must wear it." The lady stopped the boy from tearing the neckline, "I told you, Philip, we are having a dinner party today, and the theme is the Middle Ages. So yes, you must wear it until the end."

"Don't be so hard on your son, you can take it off, Philip, grandma allows you to do it." Said the old woman sitting in the main seat, she had a delicate hairdo and a mainly white hat. Lady hat, skinny, with a face that seems to have big scary eyes except for wrinkles, looks very shrewd.Obviously, this is the hostess of Hodge Manor, wife of Duke Anthony Edward Hodge and mother of Michael Hodge.

"Go outside and play, and remember to come back at the banquet," said the Duchess.

The boy cheered, tore off his scarf and ran out.The two ladies on the bench cast envious eyes at the back of the boy who ran out. Among them, the one with long brown hair and pink skirt was the one who just opened the window, where no one else could see , she made a face to the female companion beside her.

"Ladies, say something," the Duchess took the tea regularly brought by the maid, and tasted it gracefully with downcast eyes, "before a stranger becomes the new owner of Hodge Manor."

"Well, we still have to find a way to get Michael to stay, he's coming to the dinner tonight, let's talk to him," said the lady sitting closest to the Duchess on the couch to the left of the Duchess, her arm Wearing a delicate hairstyle and wearing a low-necked dress, the purpose is obvious-to reveal the valuable pearl necklace around the neck.

This is the Duke's second daughter and Michael Hodge's eldest sister, Pauline Hodge.

The two young ladies sitting on the bench are her daughters. She and a Hispanic nobleman gave birth to her. The one who opened the window is called Juana, who is slightly older and is 16 years old. The more well-behaved one next to her is It is the youngest daughter Sophia, who is 14 years old this year.

"I don't think it's a good idea. If we can keep Michael here just by talking, what were we doing for the last 20 years?" said the boy's mother, who was slightly plump, and held him in her chubby hand. The hand in the white lace glove patted Pauline's hand, "The problem is not with the manor, but with Michael. Have you heard, he has a beautiful little pet in Hollywood."

This is the Duke's third daughter, Michael Hodge's second sister, Teresa, who married a wealthy businessman.

"I know." The lady on the far side of the couch finally spoke. She looked much more haggard than the previous two, so she wore a large lady's hat and a thick foundation, "My sister's husband has some investment in Hollywood, and she told me early on." She opened her exquisite handbag and took out a stack of photos from it to distribute to the ladies, "It's him, Gaspar Cook."

She is Isabella, the youngest daughter of the Duke, soon to be 30, unmarried but with a fiancé on the table.

The Duchess put down the teacup and took a few photos to look through. "It's a beautiful boy." She commented pertinently.

"He's only 16." Isabella said seriously, "I think this is Michael's little secret that's been around for years."

"You mean that Michael is not only in the closet, but also likes young ones." Pauline's tone was cold, and the photo in her hand was about to be crushed. "Is this photo real?"

Isabella nodded, "This was filmed in Los Angeles. It is said that the kid was playing Romeo in Mexico at the time. He couldn't stand the food there, so he asked Michael to take him out of the set to enjoy the perfect meal before returning to work."

Teresa covered her mouth and exclaimed, "I can't believe it!"

"So—Michael is really into that kid," Pauline lowered her head to hide her expression, "I've never seen him allow anyone to be so capricious."

"Yes." Isabella put away the photo, "and," he looked at everyone one by one, "he plans to bring that boy home."

"No!" A horrified expression appeared on Teresa's face, "We have invited the entire family today. If so, then even if Michael inherits the title of duke, the Hodge family will..."

The three sisters had a heated discussion, the topics revolved around Michael and his little pets and the title of the Hodge family, and the two ladies opposite them also began to whisper, but their faces could not hide their smiles and blushes , the eyes of the older one kept drifting to the retracted photo, obviously she knew something.

In the end it was the Duchess who stopped their endless arguments.

"Be quiet, ladies, I believe that none of you are interested in the Hodge family's reputation." The three sisters fell silent as soon as the words came out, and the Duchess glanced at the three daughters and said, "I know you are so The desire for Michael to inherit the title is that the title and property will be inherited by strangers, and no one will get even a penny, right?"

The ladies on the couch were exposed, the eldest daughter frowned and turned to look at the fireplace, the second daughter mixed her hands together in embarrassment, and the youngest lowered her head so that the big brim of the lady hat covered her ugly face .

The Duchess stood up at last, walked behind her daughters, put her hands on the back of the couch, and leaned over.

"16 years old, what a good age." She said, "I still remember when I was 16 years old, I naively thought that as long as I was willing to work hard, there was nothing I couldn't get."

After she finished speaking, she looked at the eldest daughter who seemed to understand, the second daughter who was at a loss, and the younger daughter who understood, showing a satisfied smile.

……

The ladies at the manor had reached an agreement. Here Gaspar had just sneaked down out of everyone's sight. Hodge's car was already waiting there, this time he drove a stretched Lincoln.

As soon as he got into the car, Gaspar was covered with a pile of cloth on his head.

"The theme of today's banquet has changed. I found clothes for you temporarily." Hodge sat opposite Gaspar. most suitable," he said.

"Should I change it here?" Gaspar could barely tell the front and back of the dress, which was full of patterns and decorations. "Where did you wear this?" He picked up a pair of wrinkled white clothes. cloth asked.

Hodge: "That's a scarf."

"The scarf..." Gaspar looked puzzled. He thought it looked like a judge wearing it around his neck. "This dress is quite complicated to wear."

Hodge shook his head: "It's not difficult, but we don't have time, so you can change here, and I'll help you if you don't understand."

This is really—somewhat embarrassing.

Although he played Romeo, he didn't wear a real medieval dress.

Gaspar took off the suit he was wearing, and then put on the medieval style... which was actually more like a costume.

"Collar." Hodge reminded.

Gaspar looked down: "Where are you talking?"

"Just... don't move." Hodge gave up and let Gasper tidy up by himself, he leaned forward and stretched out his hand to help Gasper straighten the scarf.

The sudden approach made Gasper froze on the seat, and the aroma of the wax on Hodge's head made Gasper dizzy. In order not to burn himself, he tilted his head and looked at other places... such as the car window.

However, this allowed him to see the two of them in the reflection of the car window.

It's definitely not Hodge's problem, Gaspar thought nervously, it's just a small gesture to help check, and he would have such a reaction in any person.Well, what he meant was—come on, it was just a simple gesture that Adina used to do every morning when he went out.

Don't think too much about Gaspar, he told himself, don't think about the impossible.

……

When night fell completely, they rushed to the Hodge Manor. According to the agreement, Gaspar should now show his bad side to all the guests, but he failed to get this opportunity because there were nearly twenty people in luxurious clothes. The woman in the skirt surrounded him, and then crowded into a room.

Gaspar had been prepared for this. He kept talking frivolously and flatteringly, coaxing the women into exhilaration, and finally, he stabilized them with a story.Gaspar's story is well told. These aristocratic ladies and ladies who have never left England since childhood were very interested in what he saw and heard in New York. They formed a circle and trapped Gaspar inside.

Things got out of hand after one of Hodge's aunts slipped two hundred-dollar bills into Gaspar's neckline which had been ripped open by the overheated fire in his house.

……

When Michael Hodge fished Gaspar out of the women, he was already a scented human purse.

Hodge pursed his lips tightly, "Where did your scarf go?" When he brought Gaspar to an empty corridor, he asked displeasedly, "And what happened to this collar? thing?"

"It's nothing, everything is fine, fine—she, they call me Little Blueberry Pie from America!" Gaspar's eyes were a little distracted, and his amber eyes slowly looked at Michael, his cheeks were flushed, and his lips were moist , "I think you should stay."

He said to Michael drunkenly.

Michael Hodge stared at Gasper's lips for at least 10 seconds before frowning.

"They poured you alcohol," he said firmly, looking at Gaspar.

"It's fruit wine," Gaspar stretched out a finger and drew a random circle in the air. It was hard to see what he wanted to do when he stretched out his hand in the first place, "Hey, your face—"

He stared blankly at Hodge, then slowly approached, and finally stretched out his hands to hold the man's face, Gaspar sighed with bewildered eyes: "Why are you so handsome..."

There is a warm breath in the air, with the sweetness of fruit.

Hodge stopped immediately, his heart beat twice violently, he looked at Gasper's drunken state, and almost forgot to exhale the air he inhaled from his lungs, the lack of oxygen made him feel dizzy , the noise in the ear is also getting louder.

Stop, Michael, you have to stop.

Hodge forced himself to turn his attention to Gasper's hair roots, where a lot of new black hair had grown. He gently took Gasper's hand off, "You are really... very drunk." He Helplessly smiled.

"Yeah, I'm pretty drunk," Gaspar said briskly, and—"Why can't you like me?" The words were out of order.He threw his head back, and this time he grabbed Hodge's hand and pressed it to his face.

"I'm turning 17 next month," he said. "Are you leaving when you get back to America?"

Hodge didn't speak, he couldn't help staring at the boy's lips that kept opening and closing in front of him - they looked so soft, so moist, so...suitable for kissing.So he hesitated and stretched out his thumb, and lightly rubbed the red lower lip with his fingertips, the sensitive lip flesh was like jelly.Hodge could feel the warm, fruity booze oozing from Gaspar's mouth.

The lips were controlled, and there was more air circulation in the mouth, and Gaspar subconsciously stuck out his tongue.

The moment Gasper's hot tongue touched Hodge's thumb, it was as if a small current flowed from his fingertips to his back, and then spread along his spine to his whole body.Hodge's rare mind went blank, but he knew that he was finished.

He bowed his head and kissed her, with the determination to give up everything.

……

[Do you think there will be lights?No, of course not.After being drunk and hypoxic, Gaspar was kissed directly in Hodge's arms and passed out. 】

……

Hodge gently placed the boy in his arms on the bed, helped him take off the obstructive dress and covered him with the quilt, stood by the window and watched for a long time, and finally bent down and kissed the boy on the head.

"Sweet dreams, Gaspar."