"Rob, will Angie and I stay alone for a while?" Madam said suddenly.
Mr. Robert was stunned, then nodded: "Okay, then I'm sorry, call me if you have anything." He stood up and walked to the back room, while giving Angela a wink. .
It wasn't until her husband entered the house that the old lady looked at the girl and said softly, "Now, can you tell me?"
It seems that Mrs. has a particularly keen insight into children. A strange thought suddenly popped into Angela's head. She smiled bitterly and said euphemistically, "Madam, you are sick now."
"Darling, don't think of me so vulnerable." The old lady shook her head, "If I really told you, you should not just come and see me."
The embarrassment of being exposed by others made Angela's face red to the bottom of her ears. She bowed her head embarrassedly, and sat on the chair to twist and turn. At this moment, she was completely a child.
"Okay, Angie, since you came to see me, you must want to talk to me about your thoughts. I'm listening now." The lady's tone was still soft.
The girl who soon returned to normal bit her lip, took a deep breath, and explained in detail what she had seen and felt in Krakow in the past few days. The pent-up anger in my heart finally poured out.
The old lady closed her eyes and listened quietly, as if she was asleep, only her eyelids trembled slightly, and after Angela finished speaking, she sighed softly: "So, Anji, what are you going to do? "
"I want your support and encouragement!" The girl took her hand, bit her lip, and said seriously, "If I wasn't clear before, now I know what I should do!"
She looked into her eyes and said slowly and firmly: "There are many things and many histories that have been buried or tampered with or ignored, unintentionally, intentionally, this is disrespect to the dead, even blasphemy! I want to dig it out , dig them out with your own hands, so—"
Angela paused for a long time, as if she had gathered all her strength, and said forcefully: "I want to be a director, a producer, I want to shoot my dusty things and expose them to those who have been forgotten. Look, I want them all to remember, not leave it behind!"
Madam blinked her eyes in surprise, and then listened to the girl continue to whisper: "I know that even if I tell my parents, they won't take it too seriously, so... Will you support me?"
Looking at the girl's bright and green eyes, the old lady was silent for a while, then said softly: "This is not an easy task, my dear, I know Hollywood, it may have many excellent actresses, but excellent women The director and the female producer have a lot of songs, and the reason cannot be explained in one or two sentences, do you really want to go this way?"
"Yes, I know, but I believe I will be the one who is different." Angela's retracted hand clenched into a fist and said loudly.
The lady was silent for a moment again, and then chuckled: "Well, I support you, and I also believe that you will be the one who is different."
"Thank you for your encouragement, ma'am." Angela let out a long breath. She couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged her, touching her face. When she came to her senses, she quickly stood back to her place in fear. The lady smiled again and shook her head, looking at the night sky: "Okay, let's go in, otherwise Rob will be long-winded again."
"Okay, I'll push you in." The girl immediately came to the back of the wheelchair, and was about to push the wheelchair into the house, when she remembered something, gritted her teeth, and suddenly said, "Madam, promise me, when I Director's
You must see it when the first movie is released! "
The old lady was keenly aware of the meaning of her words, she was very clear about her own body, and the doctor's words were still in her ears, but she still smiled and nodded: "Okay, don't make me wait too long."
"No, I promise." Although Angela knew that it was almost impossible, she still said against her heart.
At this time, Mr. Robert came over, took the handle of the wheelchair, and helped push the lady into the room, while looking at the girl: "Stay for dinner, Angela."
"Thank you, Mr. Robert, but I've been bothering you for so long, so I don't need it anymore. Madam needs to rest." Angela said, although she was a little reluctant to part, she stayed a little longer.
"Are you really going? It's getting late."
"Please rest assured, Mr. Robert, my agent and nanny love to be outside." The girl refused with a smile, and then looked at the lady: "Then, lady, I'm leaving, please don't forget our agreement. "
"Of course." The lady smiled and nodded.
"Agreement? Can you tell me?" Robert asked suddenly.
"Of course not, this is my wife's secret!" Angela said hurriedly.
"Okay, secret." The old man didn't ask much, just shrugged.
Then, the girl said goodbye to the couple, went out of the house, and came to her car. Sparrow and Grace chatted happily without feeling bored.
"Okay, Uncle Sparrow, let's go, it's getting dark, if we can't make it back to Geneva, we'll have to stay in Moorges for one night." The girl got into the car and said.
"As you wish." Sparrow nodded, started the car, and then couldn't help but complain a little: "It's really unfair, why can't we go see the old lady?"
"Stop complaining, let's hurry up and drive. After finding a place to live, I still have something to discuss with you." Angela interrupted rudely.
"Very important?"
"Very important!"
"Okay, let's watch it sooner then."
The car disappeared, leaving behind only the small house shrouded in the setting sun.
"Okay, we're going to talk about a very important thing now." Angela waved a small fist at Sparrow, who was sitting in the high-back chair, and then said with a somewhat dissatisfied and important tone: "One thing is right It's important to me."
She was indeed a little dissatisfied. The winter in Europe was dark too early, and it was completely dark before the Moorish day. Although it was not far from Geneva, Sparrow was against driving in the dark, so he stayed at the hotel in the town. Although it doesn't matter where she lives, Angela was a little unhappy because she didn't achieve the set goal, so after dinner, she aggressively ran to the manager's room to discuss things in the name of wanting to ask a teacher to ask her guilt.
"Okay, I'm listening." Sparrow, sitting in the high-back chair, poured himself a glass of water and replied with a smile, knowing that Angela was just pretending.
Sure enough, after staring at him for a while, the girl suddenly let go, walked around the room twice, and said, "I want you to do something for me, Uncle Sparrow."
"Hopefully it's not a bank robbery," Sparrow said jokingly.
"Of course not. If I want to rob a bank, I will definitely not come to you." Angela shrugged and said seriously, "I want you to buy the adaptation and production rights of two books for me!"
"I understand the adaptation rights, but why do you want to buy the production rights?" The manager was a little puzzled.
"Because I'm going to be the producer of this adaptation in the future!"
Sparrow opened his mouth and looked at the girl incredulously: "Did I hear it wrong? You want to be a producer?!"
"Yes, not only will I be the producer, but I will also direct these two films myself at that time!" Angela held up her hands and said very seriously, not joking at all.
"But, Angie, have you told Mr. Jared?"
"No, I'm not going to tell them for now, so you can't tell them either!" The girl leaned in front of him and glared at him.
"It's impossible, Angie, you know, Mr. Jared asked me to report your movements to him at any time, I can't hide it for you, and if you want to buy the rights to adapt and produce books, you will have to spend money, It's going to cost money - do you think your father wouldn't know?" Sparrow said with a chuckle and shaking his head.
Angela scratched her head and blurted out: "Can't you lend me money?"
As soon as she said this, she knew it was wrong. How could this be possible? Sure enough, the manager spread his hands helplessly. Heck, why can't I just grow up fast enough to be able to manage my own property on my own? !
The girl squeezed her chin, walked back and forth in the room twice, and suddenly patted the table: "Well, Uncle Sparrow, tell my dad that I want to buy the rights to adapt and produce two books, But you told him at the same time that I asked you to hide from him what I wanted to do for me, and that I didn't know you told him about it."
"Wait, wait, why am I a little confused, you asked me to tell Mr. Jared what you were going to do behind his back, but I told him behind your back, and why did I do it, and You asked for it, God, what a mess." Sparrow shook his head.
"It's not confusing at all. Simply put, I asked you to tell my dad everything I did, but not that I asked you to tell him that." Angela shrugged and walked out the door: "Okay. , that's it, I'm going back to my room now, you can take a moment to think about how to tell my father, I'll tell you the details of the two books I'm going to buy tomorrow!"
Leaving behind Sparrow, who was a little dazed, Angela quickly ran back to her room. Well, if the first way doesn't work, then take the second way. Sooner or later, my father will know that he has been making a fool of himself all the time. But in this way, he will only think that his daughter is just for fun, and he will not object - if he knows that Angela has set his life goal...
I hope he doesn't think so much. After putting on her clothes, Angela came to the bathroom and started to wash. Well, I remember that "The Pianist" was not called "The Pianist" when it was first released, but she can't remember the original name, but don't worry, it is Wah. The autobiographical novel of Ladislo Spearman, as long as you find him, he should still be living in Warsaw. But... Angela wiped her face with a towel before suddenly remembering that "Rabe's Diary" should have been published by John Rabe's family when they were sorting out his relics in 1996 and found the manuscript, and she would have to wait at least 4 years. Woolen cloth.
The girl shook her head, feeling a little impatient, but it didn't matter, "The Pianist" was going to get the production rights before Roman Polanski, but no one was vying with her for "The Diary of Rabe", so she had all the time.
However, are you really going to shoot them yourself? certainly! Since the old lady can be reborn, are you afraid that you can't do it? ! Angela squeezed her fists, then looked at herself in the mirror, her golden hair was draped over her shoulders again, and her face remained undiminished.
"Are you ready? Miss Mason?" She put her fist on the mirror. "This is the most important decision you've ever made!"
The girl in the mirror looked at herself with a half-smile, as if she was watching a good show about to kick off. Let's wait and see, Angela withdrew her fist and raised her eyebrows, even if the old lady is a woman now, she can still be responsible! —Then she sat down on the toilet with a bitter face covering her stomach, um, well, some problems have to be solved before that.