The day before the election, the newspapers were almost all about the campaign, and the television was constantly scrolling through the campaign.

Although it is the last day before the election, the two presidential candidates, George W. Bush and Al Gore, are still going all out, and their footsteps have not stopped for a moment, because maybe the voters in these places who have voted today will open their eyes tomorrow morning and choose themselves.

Watching the noise on television and in the newspapers, and at the apparently large number of police officers on the streets, Britt Marling felt bored, remembering the man who was talking about his philanthropic vision in high spirits, and the night when the hotel was crazy and very happy.

Although she knew that in the current situation, whoever took the initiative first would be passive, but the ghost made a mistake, she still made a call to Feng Yiping, "I'm concerned about that free rice website," she thought when she dialed the phone.

However, as soon as the phone was connected, she asked something that had nothing to do with the website, "Where are you now?"

"According to the plan, I should have returned to China, but I really want to experience one of the most important activities in the so-called universal democracy, so I stayed for a few more days, what about you, didn't go to class?"

"What were you doing just after lunch?"

Just after lunch, Feng Yiping looked at his watch, it was already past four o'clock, and then immediately remembered that there was a three-hour time difference between California and Washington.

"Me, at a café on Hollywood's Sunset Boulevard, waiting to see the stars,"

"Which celebrities do you expect to meet?" As he spoke, Ma Ling was chasing an empty mineral water bottle on the road and kicking.

Nicole Kidman, Charlize Theron, Jessica Alba, Natalie Portman, Kate Beckinsale...... , "Feng Yiping said the names of many Hollywood actresses without tying a knot. After listening to the silence on the other end of the phone, he said slowly, "However, what I want to see most now is Britt Maling,"

"Cut. The other side laughed, "I'm not a star,"

You'll be pro.

"Besides, I don't like Hollywood places that are so luxurious,"

You'll still be diving headlong into this kiss in the future.

"I've been busy for so many days, and tomorrow I'm planning to go to Disneyland in addition to inspecting and observing the general election votes, but unfortunately, I'm here. I don't know the place well, I have no relatives, I don't even have a friend, and if I want to play, I can only be accompanied by my own shadow, really, there is nowhere to talk about desolation!"

He translated the ancient poem literally, and Ma Ling immediately said, "Where do you have many sad things?" How could you not find someone to talk to, the person you were carrying?"

"Yes. He was left in San Francisco by his girlfriend, and I'm really alone now," idle is also idle, Feng Yiping continued to pretend to be pitiful, "I wonder if there will be enthusiastic and enthusiastic American people to accompany me?"

"Don't talk about it, I'm going to class. "Hung up the phone over there.

Feng Yiping smiled, for these American men and women who have no fixed partners, ONS is too common, what do you want!

I don't know what the celebrity is doing, whether he is also busy discussing tomorrow's voting. Still went to the campaign headquarters of the two candidates to support, Feng Yiping sat in the open-air café for more than 40 minutes, and he didn't see a single one, let alone a big coffee, not even a familiar small coffee.

When I walked slowly towards the hotel along the road, I ate some things that were not up to grade, such as hot dogs, corn pancakes, sandwiches, donuts, ice cream, etc., the good taste was eliminated, and the loose taste was thrown away, and when I returned to the hotel, my stomach was full.

The little girl at the front desk smiled and called out Feng Yiping's name, although the pronunciation was still weird, but at least it didn't take too much effort to hear it, and her smile looked very sincere, which was very different from the very professional smiling faces she saw in her hotel, how did they do it?

Lying on the balcony surrounding the room, Feng Yiping held a glass of wine, looked at the bright night scene of Beverly Hills, and felt a little bored, if there was someone around him, it would be good.

Ma Ling sneaked back to the dormitory in the middle of class, saying "I must be crazy", stuffing clothes into his bag, and sending a text message to his roommate when he went out, "I'm not here tonight, you can call someone over!"

Feng Yiping, who was lying on the bed and falling asleep, heard the mobile phone ringing in a daze, and he picked it up without looking, "Where do you live?" In the background sound over there, there was also the sound of planes taking off and landing.

"Four Seasons," he replied in a whisper, and then suddenly came to his senses, and a fierce man sat up, "Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills," he looked at the time, it was past midnight, "Do you want me to pick you up?"

"No, I'm in a taxi,"

"Then you stay safe,"

After hanging up the phone, Feng Yiping was completely sleepy, and went to the bathroom to make a fuss, and after coming out, he looked at the scenery outside the window and felt a little more brilliant.

An hour later, there was a knock on the door, and when it was opened, Ma Ling, who was carrying a travel bag, flashed in, crashed into his arms, and did not forget to close the door with his foot.

When Feng Yiping finally had a chance to speak, he asked, "Are you hungry, do you want to eat something first?"

"I'll eat you first," he was the most immediately blocked.

This girl is so fierce, but Feng Yiping is not afraid at all.

They moved from the bedroom to the bathroom, and then from the bathroom back to the bedroom, during this period, Ma Ling said the word that started with "F" many times, and her voice rarely stopped, and the treble was bright and the bass was pure, so that Feng Yiping, who was very virtuous, was very worried about the tenant in the next room, the quality of sleep tonight.

Moreover, the American sister paper is also very concerned about her feelings in this matter, and will clearly explain her requirements, and these requirements make Feng Yiping's mood even higher.

After a long time, the battle came to a temporary end, Feng Yiping looked at the messy quilt and moved his shoulders, "Go wash it?"

But he didn't get a reply, and at first glance, Ma Ling, who was flushed, was already asleep with one arm pressing on one of his arms.

It seems that this exercise is indeed more helpful for sleep than sleeping pills.

At this time, the TV that has been turned off all this time has begun voting in the presidential election, and it is now broadcast live in northern New Hampshire, a small village near the U.S.-Canada border.

At midnight EST, in the village of Dixville Pass, the first village of the U.S. election, 12 registered voters got out of bed, walked out of their homes, and showed their solemn votes at a polling station not far from the village.

Feng Yiping insisted on seeing the results of the village's vote come out, and in the end, out of 12 voters, Gore and George W. Bush both received 6 votes. (To be continued.) )