Chapter 115: Madam (1)

"Hi, darling, how are you doing?"
"Hi, mother, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Mr. Sparrow's words don't count."
"So, who can do the counting? Grace? Or Mr. Spielberg?"
"Okay, mom, I'm just a little bit sad. I know what I'm doing, and I'll be fine."
"To be honest, dear, I really shouldn't let you pick this movie, it's my fault with your father."
"Mom, listen to me. I am fine now. I believe that Mr. Sparrow should report my situation to you or dad every day. You should also know that I have finished shooting now and there are no emotional fluctuations. Don't worry about it? "
"... Kriss, let's go, I think Sky is going to Krakow, you can ask Spiro to accompany you to take a good tour of Europe, and then wait for us at the grandfather's house the day before Christmas. ? Of course, if you want to go home or go to Grandpa's house, you can fly back directly. In short, I hope you are happy. "
"... Thank you, Mom, I know, so I'll go in Western Europe."
"Okay, baby, I hope you will be so lively when I see you again. Goodbye, I love you."
"I love you too, mom, bye!"
Turning off the satellite phone, Angela sighed, then walked back to the agent to return the phone to him, then looked at him with her arms folded: "Well, Uncle Sparrow, when did you tell your mother Their?"
"The next day that night." Spiro shrugged. "Any questions?"
What is the problem? What could be the problem? Angela rolled her eyes and sat down beside him. Anyway, she told her parents what he should do. Fortunately, the parents were not too worried. Well, then let's take a few days off.
She did feel that she should relax. Although her role was changed to that little girl in red, it was not easy, especially when filming the section where the body was dug out and incinerated, and Spielberg asked to come. A close-up shot, so the makeup artist rubbed her face for a while to show signs of decay. When she looked at the mirror, she jumped, thinking she was taking a biochemical crisis.
As for whether there was this lens in the original movie, she ca n’t remember it. This is her last shot anyway. After shooting, it is considered as ending her role in
Schindler ’s List
, which means that she can leave. Spielberg didn't do much retention, he sometimes fell into a trance, and John and Izak had already left the concentration camps after visiting the other two days, so she was very low-key. Left the crew.
At this moment, the airport manager hurried to Spiro and whispered something to him. Spiro nodded, then looked at the girl: "Angie, we can take off."
"Really, that's great." Angela looked relieved, looking at the time. "It's okay, it's morning, we still have time to pass."
Sparrow nodded to the manager immediately, then picked up the luggage and walked with the girl to the entrance of the VIP channel. After a few steps, he finally couldn't hold back, and asked, "Angie, who are we going to visit in Switzerland?"
"Yes, we are going to a small town called Morges between Geneva and Lausanne, there is a place called Tolochenac, and the people we want to visit live there." Angela nodded, although she had no plans Concealed, but also did not say so explicitly.
However, after he became Angela's agent, Sparrow was already quite familiar with Hollywood, so after thinking about it for a while, he came to understand, and couldn't help but be surprised. "You mean ..."
"Yes," the girl nodded quickly, interrupting. "If you really think about it, the old lady and I are considered to be relatives. It should be a distant relative among the distant relatives. I have visited her before, so go now It's not presumptuous. "
Spiro, who had come back to God, shrugged and said, "No wonder you want to go to Switzerland and believe that the old lady will heal the restless heart."
Angela smiled and didn't speak again. In fact, in addition to this, she also wanted to seek support or encouragement. She didn't want to tell her parents or relatives, so talking to the old lady was the best choice, and she also knew Maybe you will never see this perfect woman called an angel again in January next year.
After arriving in Geneva and renting a car, it was almost evening in Morges. This is the same city as most small towns in Europe. The beautiful idyllic scenery peculiar to Switzerland appears pleasing to the eye in good weather. The cars are moving along the intestines, and the scenery along the way is so peaceful and peaceful.
Stopping in front of an idyllic farmhouse in the 18th century, Angela got out of the car alone and pushed the small door of the fence. She quickly walked to the door and rang the doorbell. Soon, the door opened. It was about 40 A woman around the age of a year looks like a housekeeper, but she doesn't know it. It seems that the original housekeeper has changed.
The woman looked at the girl in confusion, and asked, "Hello, who are you looking for?"
"Hello, I'm Angela Mason. May I ask Mr. Robert at home, I'm here to visit the old lady." Angela said generously.
The woman didn't say much, just shook her head: "I'm sorry, the lady has been resting, Mr. Robert said, and declined any visitors."
Angela frowned slightly and busily: "Couldn't you tell me? I'm from ... Britain."
The woman still shook her head: "I'm sorry, miss, no, the wife is weak and can't see the guests." As she was about to close the door, a male voice came in: "Is there anything, Martha? "
"That's it, Mr. Robert. A lady wants to visit his wife." The woman turned back and answered. There was a sound of footsteps, and then a thin, slightly bald old man appeared at the door, with deep anxiety between his eyebrows.
"You are ..." He looked at the girl, frowning lightly, but remembered quickly, and said in surprise, "Miss Angela?"
"It's me, Mr. Robert, I'm glad you can remember me," Angela said with a smile.
"You'd rather be impressed." The old man showed a smile on his face, and turned away: "Please come in." Then he looked at the car parked outside and asked, "Is that your parent?"
"No, that's my agent and babysitter. I let them stay in the car. I know you and your wife don't want too many people to disturb." The girl answered as she walked.
"Agent?" Mr. Robert asked strangely after he closed the door. "I remember you and your parents live in the United States. Are you acting in a movie?"
"Yes." Angela nodded with a smile, then began to look around: "I think I can ..."
"Well, she's in the garden. I'll take you there," the old man nodded, and turned to the housekeeper. "Martha, get some cookies and hot juice and bring them to the garden."
After Martha went to the kitchen, Robert took the girl to the garden, and said, "Don't talk too long, Angela, she's in poor health now."
"Is it cancer?" Angela asked cautiously. In later life, there has been no clear statement about whether the old lady died of rectal cancer or breast cancer, but one thing is certain, when it was detected, it was already advanced. Yes, and she visited the children in Somalia before.
"Yes, late." Robert sighed, his anxiety covered his face again, but those anxiety disappeared as soon as he arrived in the garden, and replaced with a gentle smile, because he was in a wheelchair not far away Sitting with the perfect woman.
Even though the years left a knife-like mark on her face, even though the purity and beauty of the original had passed away, even though she was suffering from sickness now, she still couldn't stop her elegant, pure and plain Temperament.
She turned her head slightly, looked at her husband and the girl who was visiting her, bent her lips, and said gently, "Look who's here? This is a pleasant surprise."
Angela put out her tongue, carried a non-existent skirt, short her body, playfully made a non-standard ceremony, and the couple laughed softly.
"You are still so funny, Angie." Madam shook her head slightly and said with a smile.
"I'm so glad to see you, ma'am. I didn't expect you to remember me." The girl said from her heart, and then squinted her eyes at Mr. Robert. "It takes a few seconds than someone to miss my name. Sir, your memory is much better. "
The couple couldn't help laughing again, and the husband asked softly again, "Did you come to Britain before coming to Switzerland before coming to Switzerland? Did your grandfather also come?"
"No, ma'am, I am ... well, I came to Europe because of the movie." Angela thought about it.
"Making a movie? Are you making a movie now?" Madam asked with a little surprise.
"That's it, ma'am." The girl simply gave a brief account of her life during this time, ignoring the matter of writing a script and making a record.
"Then you're here because of the end of filming in Europe, so come and see me by the way, right?" Said the lady with a smile.
"Yes," Angela nodded. "Mom allowed me to travel in Europe for a while, so I thought of coming to see you for the first time. I heard you were ill, and I was worried."
"Angie, what movie did you make in Europe?" The lady asked suddenly.
The girl froze and was at a loss.
"I can see, what are you worrying about, is it because of this movie?" The lady looked into her eyes.
Angela moved her lips. She came here to find support or encouragement, but when she saw that his wife was weak now, for fear of stimulating the other side, she had already thrown this idea out of Jiuxiaoyun, but at this moment was seen by his wife I can't help but feel a little confused. Should I say it or not?
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