"If I remember correctly, you're 16 years old, aren't you? If I remember correctly, you're a smart guy with a reputation as a genius, aren't you? If I remember correctly, the knowledge doesn't matter whether it's me Or Jane has told you a lot, right?" Elena crossed her arms with a serious face, "Don't put your head under the pillow and look at me!"
The girl carefully removed the pillow on her head and sat up timidly with her back against the head of the bed, her head lowered and her fingers constantly twitching, as if she was back when she was reprimanded by her mother for training etiquette when she was a few years old.
"I said, look at me!" Elena raised her voice, clearly angry.
"I was wrong, Mom." Angela said with a bitter face, "I'm sorry to make you worry about me."
"This is not something that can be solved by being wrong or being sorry, Chris!" The mother's expression was still serious, "You must understand that you are a woman, and you must know how to love yourself! You should be glad that this time it was just caused by too much tension and anxiety. , not caused by gynecological diseases like endometriosis!"
"Oh, Mom, don't mention that, okay?" The girl closed her eyes in pain.
"Why can't you mention it? Well, Chris," the mother sighed and eased, "dysmenorrhea is normal, but if you don't pay attention, it can also cause physical problems. I think you should be very clear, but Why does this happen?"
"I'm just trying to get the job done, and I'll go to the hospital after that scene, I swear! Matthew can testify!" Angela tried her best to explain, trying to end the embarrassing conversation as soon as possible - for days in a row Passing out on set with menstrual cramps would probably be the stupidest thing she's ever done in her life!
"Don't try to lie to me, Chris, you didn't take it to heart at all. I believe that even if you fell into bed and couldn't get up, you would still endure not going to the hospital," Elena didn't seem to want to let her go. "Work is more important or your body is more important, dear? Your father and I always thought you knew what to do when, and the maturity you showed justifies our judgment, so why let us this time? disappointed?"
"Okay, Mom, I apologize, a very formal apology, and I promise it won't happen again!" The girl said in a sincere tone, and she didn't want her parents to interrupt her plans.
The mother looked at her without blinking, and after a while, she sighed: "Okay, that's all, take a good rest these few days."
Saying that, she stood up, kissed Angela on the forehead, and walked to the door of the ward. The girl rolled her eyes and called tentatively, "Mom, if..."
"Don't even think about it! Do what the doctor says!" Elena said without looking back. How could she not know what her daughter was thinking, "Even if you can be discharged early, we have to agree!"
"Okay, let's all come in." As the mother opened the door, Jessica, Lindsay, Matthew and a few assistants from the crew all came in, even if Angela was a little depressed, Can only be temporarily closed.
"I'm really worried to death. I saw Jesse holding you out just before the trailer. I thought something happened!" Lindsay shouted loudly. Although she was smiling at the moment, the girl remembered herself When he woke up, the little guy was so anxious that he was about to cry.
"Okay, I'm not a big deal." Angela smiled and touched her head. Although there was still a slight spasm in her lower abdomen, it was much better than the past few days. Then she looked at Jessica, and the other party smiled gently. Everything she wanted to say seemed to be in this smile, and the girl felt warm, but unfortunately there were so many people in the ward that she could only pat Jessica on the arm: " Thank you, Jessie, I never knew you were so strong to carry me so far!"
Everyone laughed when they heard the words, and Angela followed and looked at Matthew and the others: "I made you worry, I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter, in fact, I should have found out earlier." Matthew smiled.
"By the way, Angie, what's wrong with you? Why did you faint? Uncle Jedi won't let the doctor tell us." Lindsay looked at the girl and pinched her arm, "It shouldn't be serious, right? ."
"It's true... It's not very serious." Gila looked at her father who was talking to her mother at the door, just as her father's eyes swept over, she put her finger to her lips and made a shush gesture.
The girl was stunned for a moment, and then realized that there must have been a lot of reporters outside the hospital. If they knew about it, how would the news be written? Miss genius insisted on shooting a new film while sick. After fainting in the studio, she was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, and the cause of her admission to the hospital was... Menstrual pain? ! Really good and powerful!
It looks like Dad has taken care of something, thank you so much, I love you. Angela simply pinched the little girl's face: "In short, don't worry, it's much better."
Even in private, she planned to reveal the specific situation to Lindsay, and this kind of laughing stock was still rotten in her stomach. However, she did not hide it from Jessica. Of course, that was what she told her after the others left and only the two of them were left in the ward.
"Menstrual... menstrual pain?!" Jessica didn't expect Angela to pass out into the hospital because of this reason, so she couldn't help but look weird, "To be honest, Angie, I also had menstrual pain, but... God, you must be in pain. Awesome!"
"Actually, I was in pain for about five or six days," the girl smiled wryly. "I thought it would be over for a while, but I didn't expect it to be in constant pain, and I broke out in a cold sweat every time."
"Then why don't you go to the doctor? If it wasn't for me to visit the class, would you plan to pass out in front of everyone on the set?! Work is more important or body is more important?!" Jessica said angrily, almost catching up with love Linna was gone, so Angela couldn't help shrinking her neck.
"Okay, Jesse, anyway, I've been in the hospital. The doctor said that it will be better after a few days of conditioning. I didn't expect it to turn out like this in the end, probably because I was too anxious and nervous during this period of time, which led to Menstruation... It's a little abnormal, that's why it's like this." Speaking of which, Angela couldn't help sighing in her stomach. Rather than expecting it, she subconsciously regarded menstrual pain as ordinary pain.
When a woman is really sad, the girl added a sentence of self-pity in her heart.
"Too anxious and nervous? Because the director's job isn't going well?" Jessica, who didn't notice her expression, changed the subject.
"It's really not going well." Angela smiled lightly, not planning to tell her the specific situation, "but don't worry, when I'm completely healthy, the filming will be completed soon."
"Well, we're all waiting to see the director of Miss Talent.
The first director's film. "Jessica said with a smile, suddenly took the girl's hand, kissed her gently on the back of her hand, and looked at her tenderly: "But, don't do this again, okay? "
"Don't worry, if this happens again, I'll be a fool." Angela said seriously, then pulled hard, and Jessica, who was sitting on the edge of the bed defenseless, exclaimed, and suddenly fell into her arms. inside.
"Angie!" the girl shouted angrily, and hurriedly braced herself, "You're still sick!"
"But it's much better now," Angela giggled, "give me a sweet kiss, how about that?"
"This is in the ward! And Lindsay and Mrs. Erin are outside." Jessica whispered, struggling to sit up, but when she saw the aggrieved look of the other party's mouth, her heart softened again. down.
"Okay, okay." The girl laughed, pressed Angela's lips, sucked very lightly, and the two of them fiddled with each other's tongues, a perfect kiss, if not—
"Jesse, we're leaving!" Lindsay suddenly broke in, then looked at Jaka in surprise: "What happened?"
Jessica, who hunched her head down between her arms supporting the edge of the bed, kept coughing and seemed to be working hard, while Angela looked up at the ceiling, not knowing what she was looking at.
"Do I need to call a doctor?" the little girl asked.
"No, it's nothing, just choked." Jessica raised her head, as if nothing had happened, exchanged awkward and funny looks with Angela, and got up to formally say goodbye.
The next day, Angela recuperated in the hospital with peace of mind. Rarely, she slept in late every day. The cramps and pains in her lower abdomen were much better, and her troublesome and embarrassing menstruation basically returned to normal. However, there is still worry between her eyebrows. She feels that her directing method seems to have entered a misunderstanding, but if this is not the case, how can she perfectly reproduce "Lola Run"
After thinking about it, she couldn't think of it, so she gave up temporarily and spent her energy on dealing with the people who came to see her. A lot of people came to see the hospital, people in charge of various film companies and friends who knew each other, and of course, there were also many people's phone calls.
In addition to Jessica and Lindsay who call every day, there is also Natalie, who has just returned to the UK and is far away in New York.
"Yes, I know, I receive a lot of flowers, gifts and small cards every day, look, here's another bunch," Angela said teasingly while looking at the nurse who pushed the door open, "I think Should I hold a press conference to thank them after I leave the hospital?"
"If you want to thank the media, you should thank the media first. Do you want to know what exaggerated headlines they use to attract readers? I have several copies in hand now." The girl over the phone giggled.
"Don't, Nat, I finally got a chance to be completely isolated from the world. Let's keep it until I leave the hospital." The girl hurriedly called out.
"Okay, then you should tell me why in the hospital?" Natalie asked the question after the joke.
Sure enough, he couldn't escape. Although Angela smiled bitterly and muttered in her heart, she still honestly told the reason. Sure enough, Natalie's tone was eccentric.
"Please don't be so loud if you can?" the girl said, grinding her teeth. "Do you want everyone in America to know tomorrow that the famous Miss genius Angelason was hospitalized for menstrual pain?"
Natalie over there couldn't help laughing: "It's really interesting news, maybe I can really consider revealing it to the media."
"Please be a little sympathetic to the patient?" the girl said angrily.
"Okay, okay," Natalie said calmly again, "what the hell is going on? How can you go to the hospital just because of menstrual pain?"
"Because I passed out on the set..." Angela hesitated for a while, but still told the situation of Jessica's visit to the class.
Natalie didn't say anything else. After thinking for a few seconds, she said, "So, your director's work is not going well?"
"That's right, but it should be fine." The girl replied a little helplessly.
"Hey, then you have to work harder. Many people are waiting to see your jokes." Perhaps she heard the helplessness, Natalie said encouragingly.
"Of course, of course, I..." Angela was suddenly stunned. To be honest, among the people around her, she talked to Natalie the most about the director's work. After all, when she was in Europe, she personally told her that she would definitely I'm going to be a director, so maybe I can chat with her
"Angie? Are you listening?" Natalie's voice came again.
"Yes, of course." The girl who came to her senses thought for a while, and finally said: "By the way, there is something I want to talk to you about, about the director."
"Okay, say it, I'm listening."
Angela coughed lightly and put her thoughts together. Of course, some changes were made. After speaking, there was no voice on the phone for a while, and the girl couldn't help but whispered nervously: "Nat?"
There was a faint sigh at last: "Listen, Angie, if you keep this idea, and stick to it and carry it out, I suggest you better give up being a director."
The girl was startled, but she never thought that Natalie, who had been very supportive of her, would say something. After a while, she asked angrily and strangely: "Why? Why do you say that? Is there something wrong with me? Please? , I drew a lot of shots, and you saw them when I was in New York, and for each shot I repeatedly imagined what the specific scene should look like..."
"Are you a copier?" Natalie let her prove it again in one sentence.
"Yes, I have seen the sub-shots of your paintings. Although many of them were still drafts at the time, I can see that you are very attentive, but the problem is that you are a copier?" The other party asked the question again, "Even if you are , can you also copy the footage in your head 100%? Not at all? You don't understand or don't want to understand, reality is not a computer!"
Angela was shocked, and Natalie questioned like a slap in the face, letting her head uncover something that she had blocked. She finally understood where the problem came from, worrying about the director's work, and not wanting to lose to the original version. her obsession, and the environment that she must not fail, and other factors make her a little... obsessed!