"Did you say that the female producer I've never met, wants to invite the little guy to play arole in the script written by the little guy?" In the study, Jared asked, shaking his glass lightly.
"Yes, that's right" Elena shrugged and sat down in front of her husband.
"That's interesting, I wonder how this lady, who I've never even met, can be sure I'll agree?" Jared said, stroking his chin.
"Then, do you agree?" Elena asked with a smile.
"Of course-- no!" Jared put the glass on the table and spread out his hands. "Let me put Chris in that vanity fair?" I'm kidding, unless I'm crazy. "
"Well, aren't you going to talk to the little guy?"
"No, I can talk about anything else, but this-- no!" Jared shook his head and said firmly, then he looked at his wife questioningly. "You agreed?"
"I neither agree nor disagree." Elena was still smiling, and suddenly the topic changed: "You know, honey, you just reminded me of my father, the father of more than ten years ago."
"Are you saying that I am as rude, unreasonable and arbitrary as my father-in-law more than a decade ago?" Jared raised his eyebrows.
"I only said the first half of the sentence, and you said the second half." Elena raised her index finger and said.
Jared smiled and shook his head, then sighed, "Erin, I can't help being arbitrary." Yes, Chris will inevitably have to learn to adapt to hypocritical socializing and deal with all kinds of people, but that should not be now! Not under the spot light, not chased by reporters from the tabloids, public figures do not have a private life,And I will not put my children under the lens of the 'Paparazzi' all day, that is my dereliction of duty! "
"But what about the little guy? She is as stubborn as I am. " Elena continued to say in her spare time.
Jared frowned, that's a problem ... wait! He looked at his wife again, "I mean, honey, what's wrong with you today? Yesterday you were worried about the little one being premature, but ..."
"But you said yesterday, trust the little guy," interrupted Elena, who sighed. "Jared, you know, actually, I refused as soon as Ms. Meyers said it today, but. She moved me. "
Jared blinked and said nothing.
"She said simply that she didn't ask or ask us to agree to anything, she just offered to talk to Chris alone, and then let us talk to Chris alone. She said she fully believed that the little guy had the mentality and self-judgment of an adult."
"Ah, does that make you agree? It's nothing like you, Erin. " Jared shrugged noncommittally.
"I said I neither agree nor disagree. I just agreed to let her talk to the little guy alone. I really want to know what the precocious little guy can say." As she spoke, Elena suddenly stood up, booed her husband who was about to speak, then listened attentively, and soon there was an inexplicable smile on the corners of her mouth: "It seems that Chris has made up her mind."
Jared also turned his head to listen, then hurried to the window to open the curtain and open the window, and immediately a melodious sound of the violin came in, sometimes clear and passionate, sometimes full of the stormy tyranny and sometimes with the struggle against fate and unyielding, and finally as if you can see two butterflies fluttering in the rainbow after the rain. This is the violin piece that the little guy used to play when he met frustration and had something he couldn't make up his mind about - "Liang Zhu"!
"To be honest, I don't feel good." Jared turned around and sighed. "Didn't you talk to her before?"
"Jared, you are the father." Elena shrugged.
"Yes, the father is always the bad guy." Jared scratched his head. "All right, I'll talk to her, but don't expect me to agree or allow anything!"
When the last note flowed through her fingertips, Angela breathed a sigh of relief and took the violin off her shoulder. Liangzhu's violin solo has been played by her countless times, although it is not as majestic as the concerto. but every performance still immerses her.
She liked "Liang Zhu" very much in her previous life, and after being reborn at the age of 7, she was honored to listen to Mr. Sheng China's performance at Carnegie Hall in New York. She listed the solo of "Liang Zhu" as one of her violin repertoire. Later, when she encountered setbacks or was unable to make a decision, she would play this song to find spiritual support and encouragement.
The little girl put the violin into the box carefully and sighed. She never thought she would be in "Parent Trap". She always thought Nancy would look for popular child stars in Hollywood, such as Christina Ritchie or Kersten Dunst. But I didn't expect Nancy to come to her!
"Angela, I won't promise anything, and I won't seduce anything. You're the smartest and most mature girl I've ever seen. I'm still playing with dolls at your age, so I've come to ask for your help."
"No, don't turn me down so soon, Angel. You should know that I'm a perfectionist." Parent Trap"will be a great work of mine-- as long as there's you, I can't think of anyone better than you. You admit that the girl in the play is your projection, and you know your work better than anyone else, don't you?"
"No one is born to act, dear, but life always has to try something new, not to regret it after missing it. Yes, I know your family can do a lot of things easily, but is that really what you want?"
"No, it doesn't matter, as long as you want, even if your parents don't agree you can do it at least I know I didn't come in vain, okay?"
If at any other time, Angela would definitely refuse without hesitation, she is not in the mood to go to Hollywood to buy flirtatious-- Oh, this flirtatious is only for herself-- even after living as a little girl for 11 years, she has recognized and well integrated into the family, but some things are hard to change, just like she never likes to wear skirts and stockings. It would be more painful for her to wear chest-bare breasts in front of "long guns and short guns" like those female stars in previous lives, than to kill her! Although she thinks a little too much, who knows if this kind of thing will happen in the future, especially now that she is standing on the edge of Hollywood.
But Nancy said that today, after Jessica firmly told her the dream she adhered to, Angela found herself at a loss. Yes, she had no ambition, and she could easily live her life. She has a warm family and parents who love her. Even if she doesn't rely on them, she plagiarizes a few plays casually, and then buys a few stocks to avoid the financial storm. It may not be a great achievement, but it is absolutely no problem to live comfortably through this life.
But is this really what she wants? End up eating and waiting to die, like in a previous life? As Nancy said, life always has to try something new, if she didn't have that condition in her previous life, but what about now? Jessica has her own goals and will succeed in the end, but what about her?
"Well, then say yes. Anyway, you can't die, big deal." Angela muttered with clenched fists that it would be a lie to say that she had no yearning for Hollywood at all. She had seen so many classic movies in her previous life that it would be so much fun if she stepped in, so she finally made up her mind. but the question that comes with it is how to convince her parents.
Banging, there was a knock on the door, and Angela turned to see that her father had appeared at the door: "Hi, honey, can we talk?"
The little girl muttered to herself what she really said. She shrugged. "Dad, Mom told you everything?"
"Yes," Jared nodded and came in and sat down in the bedside chair. "so, Chris, can you tell me how you think?"
Angela scratched her head. She knew very well that her father was always gentle and polite, but once she made a decision, almost no one but her mother could change him. I'm afraid it would be impossible to persuade him not to prescribe strong medicine.
"All right, but." The little girl rolled her eyes, moved a stool and made it in front of her father, put her hands around her head and raised her head with a mischievous smile and said, "answer every question!"
Jared frowned, and it was obvious that the little guy was ready, otherwise he would not play "ask and answer" now. This is a game often played between father and daughter when he was a child. One side asked questions and the other answered, but only yes or no answers were allowed. Much like court arguments, Jared used to use this trick when the little guy made a mistake and dared not admit it. The game tests the questioner's ability to circle around and how to get the other person into a trap, but Jared now feels as if he has fallen into a trap.
"All right, but." The father raised his eyebrows. "I asked first."
"No problem," Angela said confidently, holding out a hand. "Each person can only ask five!"
"All right," Jared was intrigued, too, with his hands wrapped around him and straightening himself up. "Well, here I go!"
"Did you say that the female producer I've never met, wants to invite the little guy to play arole in the script written by the little guy?" In the study, Jared asked, shaking his glass lightly.
"Yes, that's right" Elena shrugged and sat down in front of her husband.
"That's interesting, I wonder how this lady, who I've never even met, can be sure I'll agree?" Jared said, stroking his chin.
"Then, do you agree?" Elena asked with a smile.
"Of course-- no!" Jared put the glass on the table and spread out his hands. "Let me put Chris in that vanity fair?" I'm kidding, unless I'm crazy. "
"Well, aren't you going to talk to the little guy?"
"No, I can talk about anything else, but this-- no!" Jared shook his head and said firmly, then he looked at his wife questioningly. "You agreed?"
"I neither agree nor disagree." Elena was still smiling, and suddenly the topic changed: "You know, honey, you just reminded me of my father, the father of more than ten years ago."
"Are you saying that I am as rude, unreasonable and arbitrary as my father-in-law more than a decade ago?" Jared raised his eyebrows.
"I only said the first half of the sentence, and you said the second half." Elena raised her index finger and said.
Jared smiled and shook his head, then sighed, "Erin, I can't help being arbitrary." Yes, Chris will inevitably have to learn to adapt to hypocritical socializing and deal with all kinds of people, but that should not be now! Not under the spot light, not chased by reporters from the tabloids, public figures do not have a private life,And I will not put my children under the lens of the 'Paparazzi' all day, that is my dereliction of duty! "
"But what about the little guy? She is as stubborn as I am. " Elena continued to say in her spare time.
Jared frowned, that's a problem ... wait! He looked at his wife again, "I mean, honey, what's wrong with you today? Yesterday you were worried about the little one being premature, but ..."
"But you said yesterday, trust the little guy," interrupted Elena, who sighed. "Jared, you know, actually, I refused as soon as Ms. Meyers said it today, but. She moved me. "
Jared blinked and said nothing.
"She said simply that she didn't ask or ask us to agree to anything, she just offered to talk to Chris alone, and then let us talk to Chris alone. She said she fully believed that the little guy had the mentality and self-judgment of an adult."
"Ah, does that make you agree? It's nothing like you, Erin. " Jared shrugged noncommittally.
"I said I neither agree nor disagree. I just agreed to let her talk to the little guy alone. I really want to know what the precocious little guy can say." As she spoke, Elena suddenly stood up, booed her husband who was about to speak, then listened attentively, and soon there was an inexplicable smile on the corners of her mouth: "It seems that Chris has made up her mind."
Jared also turned his head to listen, then hurried to the window to open the curtain and open the window, and immediately a melodious sound of the violin came in, sometimes clear and passionate, sometimes full of the stormy tyranny and sometimes with the struggle against fate and unyielding, and finally as if you can see two butterflies fluttering in the rainbow after the rain. This is the violin piece that the little guy used to play when he met frustration and had something he couldn't make up his mind about - "Liang Zhu"!
"To be honest, I don't feel good." Jared turned around and sighed. "Didn't you talk to her before?"
"Jared, you are the father." Elena shrugged.
"Yes, the father is always the bad guy." Jared scratched his head. "All right, I'll talk to her, but don't expect me to agree or allow anything!"
When the last note flowed through her fingertips, Angela breathed a sigh of relief and took the violin off her shoulder. Liangzhu's violin solo has been played by her countless times, although it is not as majestic as the concerto. but every performance still immerses her.
She liked "Liang Zhu" very much in her previous life, and after being reborn at the age of 7, she was honored to listen to Mr. Sheng China's performance at Carnegie Hall in New York. She listed the solo of "Liang Zhu" as one of her violin repertoire. Later, when she encountered setbacks or was unable to make a decision, she would play this song to find spiritual support and encouragement.
The little girl put the violin into the box carefully and sighed. She never thought she would be in "Parent Trap". She always thought Nancy would look for popular child stars in Hollywood, such as Christina Ritchie or Kersten Dunst. But I didn't expect Nancy to come to her!
"Angela, I won't promise anything, and I won't seduce anything. You're the smartest and most mature girl I've ever seen. I'm still playing with dolls at your age, so I've come to ask for your help."
"No, don't turn me down so soon, Angel. You should know that I'm a perfectionist." Parent Trap"will be a great work of mine-- as long as there's you, I can't think of anyone better than you. You admit that the girl in the play is your projection, and you know your work better than anyone else, don't you?"
"No one is born to act, dear, but life always has to try something new, not to regret it after missing it. Yes, I know your family can do a lot of things easily, but is that really what you want?"
"No, it doesn't matter, as long as you want, even if your parents don't agree you can do it at least I know I didn't come in vain, okay?"
If at any other time, Angela would definitely refuse without hesitation, she is not in the mood to go to Hollywood to buy flirtatious-- Oh, this flirtatious is only for herself-- even after living as a little girl for 11 years, she has recognized and well integrated into the family, but some things are hard to change, just like she never likes to wear skirts and stockings. It would be more painful for her to wear chest-bare breasts in front of "long guns and short guns" like those female stars in previous lives, than to kill her! Although she thinks a little too much, who knows if this kind of thing will happen in the future, especially now that she is standing on the edge of Hollywood.
But Nancy said that today, after Jessica firmly told her the dream she adhered to, Angela found herself at a loss. Yes, she had no ambition, and she could easily live her life. She has a warm family and parents who love her. Even if she doesn't rely on them, she plagiarizes a few plays casually, and then buys a few stocks to avoid the financial storm. It may not be a great achievement, but it is absolutely no problem to live comfortably through this life.
But is this really what she wants? End up eating and waiting to die, like in a previous life? As Nancy said, life always has to try something new, if she didn't have that condition in her previous life, but what about now? Jessica has her own goals and will succeed in the end, but what about her?
"Well, then say yes. Anyway, you can't die, big deal." Angela muttered with clenched fists that it would be a lie to say that she had no yearning for Hollywood at all. She had seen so many classic movies in her previous life that it would be so much fun if she stepped in, so she finally made up her mind. but the question that comes with it is how to convince her parents.
Banging, there was a knock on the door, and Angela turned to see that her father had appeared at the door: "Hi, honey, can we talk?"
The little girl muttered to herself what she really said. She shrugged. "Dad, Mom told you everything?"
"Yes," Jared nodded and came in and sat down in the bedside chair. "so, Chris, can you tell me how you think?"
Angela scratched her head. She knew very well that her father was always gentle and polite, but once she made a decision, almost no one but her mother could change him. I'm afraid it would be impossible to persuade him not to prescribe strong medicine.
"All right, but." The little girl rolled her eyes, moved a stool and made it in front of her father, put her hands around her head and raised her head with a mischievous smile and said, "answer every question!"
Jared frowned, and it was obvious that the little guy was ready, otherwise he would not play "ask and answer" now. This is a game often played between father and daughter when he was a child. One side asked questions and the other answered, but only yes or no answers were allowed. Much like court arguments, Jared used to use this trick when the little guy made a mistake and dared not admit it. The game tests the questioner's ability to circle around and how to get the other person into a trap, but Jared now feels as if he has fallen into a trap.
"All right, but." The father raised his eyebrows. "I asked first."
"No problem," Angela said confidently, holding out a hand. "Each person can only ask five!"
"All right," Jared was intrigued, too, with his hands wrapped around him and straightening himself up. "Well, here I go!"
