Han Xuan got off the car and walked on the streets of Williamsburg. He could feel the word "freedom".

In recent years, as housing prices in New York have risen, public security in Williamsburg has also undergone considerable changes. Many people who originally lived in the city have moved their homes here to escape the fast-paced life and enjoy the fun of life in this old city.

The former old factory in Williamsburg has now become the studio of New York artists. Artists from all over the world continue to gather here, causing the nearby art and culture to develop rapidly.

The red brick walls of the low houses on both sides are covered with graffiti murals, colorful lion heads with fangs and claws, bright roses full of creative deformed words, and they have never let go of the ground under their feet. The whole street is like a large exhibition hall.

Residents enjoy a leisurely and casual slow life, even the bus speed is slower than downtown Manhattan, with cafes, retro fashion, galleries and music work clubs everywhere.

In the Starbucks Cafe, guests sit by the floor-to-ceiling window in the morning to enjoy the morning diǎn. Unlike other places where they hurriedly leave with cups in their arms, it is hard to imagine that there will be such a paradise in New York.

Han Xuan understood a little why so many trendy people today like Williamsburg. The casualness, freedom and slow pace here are like a glass of old wine, which makes people fascinated.

Standing at the entrance of an alley and looking inside, it was picked up by Fat Ding from here a few years ago. Mrs. Cecilia's gallery changed its place last month. There were more cars on the street where she originally lived, which could easily disturb her creation.

So now it has been replaced by a two-story red brick house, located next to the tributary of the East River, which is a "long-standing" scenic spot reserve in the United States, and vehicles are prohibited from entering.

It took several alleys to reach. Han Xuan went there once in the first half of the year. At that time, he was led by Anya. He didn't remember the road very much. He took the wrong path twice by familiarizing himself with the graffiti on the wall before finding the direction.

Irving and the others followed the boy far away, always staying more than ten meters away to ensure that they could arrive in time if an accident occurred. For example, when they encountered a patrol interrogation, Gabriel said with a serious look on his face: "We are really relatives. He is my sister's child and looks like his father."

"Is what he said true?" the patrolman asked.

"It's true, Uncle Gabriel and I are here to travel."

dingdiǎn Novel, 2v3os;<>The patrolman saw Han Xuan seriously and left.

Gabriel raised his fist, Han Xuan glanced at him, and clenched his fist and touched it, saying, "I've let you take advantage again, Gabriel, uncle."

"Haha. The cooperation is getting better and better, nephew."

Dodging Gabriel's hand, Han Xuan turned his head and looked back and forth, found the familiar clock tower, and pointed at it, "Here, you'll be there not far ahead."

After a bargaining yesterday, the North American screening rights, which was not too cold by Han Xuan, were still obtained by the killer. Bastion delayed his return to Paris. He stayed in the hotel and waited for Guo Muzhou to arrive and signed a screening contract with good treatment.

Also with him is director Luc Besson. He sold a movie adaptation rights that no one wanted and received 200,000 US dollars for nothing. He was full of joy and hoped to get the check tonight.

Han Xuan didn't know how much money Nikita could make for him in the future, but if he could play for four consecutive seasons on TV, the ratings would definitely not be bad. He had called his grandfather and talked about this matter. Finally, he handed in a pretty pass answer.

Today is a good weather. On the river surface more than 20 meters wide, you can see someone flying by in a small sailboat and entering the East River to the west.

In the white mist, you can vaguely see the shadow of the tall and low skyscrapers in Manhattan across the East River. I don’t know which building will have close contact with the plane in a few years.

Los Angeles is not suitable for building tall buildings after all. Experts say that with current earthquake resistance technology, it can be built up to about 450 meters, and the shape will be more traditional.

When Han Xuan heard his grandfather speak of tradition, he knew that it meant rustic. He used the recent large investment and shortage of funds as an excuse to postpone the plan to build a new high-rise building.

The old man had no objection, saying that it was just a pain for the employees of SoS Group and would still squeeze in the old building for a few years. He told his grandson that he planned to find a good piece of land in New York first. He has not found an ideal location yet, so he entrusted this matter to New York emerging real estate tycoon Donald to do it.

The small town at your feet is very special. It was rebuilt by archaeologists according to the blueprint hundreds of years ago. Everything remains the same as the former Western towns.

Walking on the road, you can hear the jingling sound of the blacksmith shop. There are many small metal ornaments and knives at the door for sale to tourists.

In the old days, the carriage passed by, and the driver was wearing a red piccolo drummer band uniform, with a tall hat with two heads, and the smell of baked tea cakes coming from the tea room in the air, mixed with the smell of prosciutto next door. The old shop owner smiled and sold meat sausage to Han Xuan and others.

In an ancient hotel, there were shutters from China installed on the windows of the building. Through the hotel gate, you could see many ceramics displayed inside. It is said that if the hotel did not have Chinese porcelain, it could not be considered a high-end hotel in the West.

Along the way, I saw an old flour processing factory with a unique shape. It was round like a yurt, with red bricks exposed on the walls, and a large windmill on the conical house seemed to be broken, and the whole thing was painted with white paint as decorations.

The surrounding garden is more than ten meters wide and half a person-high evergreen shrub red-leaf privet. Some of them have not survived the hot summer in New York after planting them. The leaves have turned yellow and have not had time to remove them.

On the balcony on the second floor, Anya was painting absent-mindedly. She saw someone coming from afar, turned her head and stared at the roadside, and found a familiar figure, and shook the palette in her hand to attract attention.

Han Xuan waved his hand and walked from the gravel path into the crimson bushes. When the door downstairs was opened, the girl smiled and said, "I thought you wouldn't find the way. Come in, my mother was drawing and whispering, she would be irritable."

"We won't bother, just stroll around." Wright said, and others agreed with the head. Cecilia's house has no TV, so staying inside would be so boring that she would be crazy.

Han Xuan understood their thoughts and said with a smile: "When I went back, I called you and walked along the street to the front of me. Last time I saw it, there was a pizza restaurant, and I also sold beer there, so I could just leave someone to drive."

"Forget it, the boss will come here today." Owen smacked his lips: "As long as pizza, Williamsburg's pizza is really good."

"Take money today, don't ask me to redeem you like that last time."

Owen's old face turned red and he shook his hand and said, "Let's go."

Han Xuan watched them leave and turned around to ask Anya: "Why are you asking me to come here?"

"Being a model, I'm practicing portraits."

"Suddenly I remembered that something was wrong, I'm leaving" to be continued.
Chapter completed!