Chapter 383 A Look
The world is spinning——
“You don’t have to be afraid. I’m right here, Frank, I’ve always been here; but there are laws there, in this country. Everything has to be legal, so we have to make some decisions."
Mother, was explaining the situation to him.
However, he couldn't concentrate.
He noticed that the strange old woman was packing her luggage. Why was she packing her luggage? Whose luggage is she packing? Who is she?
The uncle was talking to his father in the corner holding a document. What were they discussing? Why didn't father say anything?
The old woman is walking, and so is the uncle.
Dazzled for a while, he felt that the whole world was spinning at high speed, and then all the images and sounds were stuffed into the magic mirror and distorted.
My head feels a little heavy.
He felt like vomiting.
"That's what Mr. Costner is here for."
Cosner?
Yes, that uncle’s name is Costner. He just introduced himself, but why is his memory blurry? Who is this uncle?
Uncle, "A lot of times, these decisions are made by the courts, but it can be expensive, Frank. People will fight over their children."
Mother, "No one can fight!"
"Look at me, Frank, no one can fight!"
The old woman, "Ji Li Gu Lu Ji Li Gu Lu", said words that were completely incomprehensible.
The mother stood up, walked quickly to the old woman, and explained in an unfamiliar language.
Chaos.
Chaos.
He just felt dizzy and couldn't even tell who was talking to whom. Countless voices were intertwined, but the faces were all blurred into one.
Finally, he found the gap and turned to look at his father.
"Dad, what happened?"
My father was sitting on the sofa, the desk lamp next to him was on, covering the face, quietly facing his gaze, trying to explain. For a moment, but in the end he couldn't make any sound, he just stayed there.
He showed a hint of pleading: Dad, say something, anything.
However, he didn't get any response, which made his heart slowly sink -
The memory came back, and all the hurt and pain came back.
For a moment, he couldn't tell clearly whether he was Frank Jr. or Anson, whether he was in a past life or on a set. The line between reality and fiction was completely blurred, and he was sinking through the ruins of the long river of memory.
My mother's voice came to my ears again.
"Remember your grandmother Eve?"
"She arrived this morning."
Grandma?
With confusion on his face, he looked at the completely unfamiliar old woman in front of him. Now he finally understood. What they were mumbling just now was French. It turned out to be French.
The old woman came over with a smile on her face, held his cheek and left a kiss on his forehead. He tried to find the outline of memory on that face, but failed. He could only show a polite expression. smile.
Mother came and sat down next to her again.
"Do you understand what we are talking about? Frank."
He was still stunned.
Looking into his mother's eyes, he shook his head slightly in confusion. His quiet and well-behaved face was like an angel, with his eyebrows stretched out. He looked at his mother innocently, quietly sizing her up, waiting for an answer.
Natalie was stunned for a moment, and that look landed lightly on her cheek, like a butterfly, but her heart twitched slightly.
Because she finally realizes that she is destroying a child's world.
So cruel.
However, there is no turning back when the bow is fired, and they have no way to turn back.
The words were spoken lightly on the tip of the tongue. Although Natalie was an experienced actor, even she did not realize it. Her tone could not help but be slightly gentle, as carefully as if she was caring for a crystal. "My father and I are about to divorce."
I said it, and I finally said it.
He didn’t respond.
He seemed to have lost the ability to react, and just stayed there in a daze.
What did grandma say.
What did my father say again, "Nothing will change, we can still meet."
The mother interrupted the father, scolding, "Stop, please, Frank, don't interrupt."
He, who heard them all but could not understand what they said, could only see their mouths Opening and closing, the sounds are intertwined.
Then-
Frank?
Is mother calling him, or father?
Subconsciously, he looked over, past his mother, and looked at his father quietly, watching stubbornly and stubbornly, with a hint of vulnerability in the depths of his pupils:
It's not as promised, everything will be fine. ? Aren't they trying to figure out how they can get through this difficulty together? Didn’t it mean that they would be back to their original state soon?
So, what happened?
Christopher's heart skipped a beat. Under the gaze of that look, he shifted his gaze in embarrassment and guilt, and lowered his head in fear.
However, it didn't help, he could still feel the warmth of that look.
There is no anger, no sadness, no tears, no frown, just calmly... asking for help, with countless questions waiting for answers, but actively unable to wait for any response, just standing there feebly and stubbornly.
Christopher had no choice. He really couldn't look directly into those eyes. They were so calm without any ripples, but they swallowed him up fiercely.
He has never been so embarrassed.
Fortunately, the uncle, the lawyer, was of great help.
“You don’t have to read all of this, most of it is about your parents, the troubles between adults, but this paragraph...this paragraph is very important.”
"Because it talks about who you will live with after divorce. After divorce, who will have your custody rights."
Those words finally attracted attention, and all eyes fell on the lawyer. However, the good times did not last long. After the heavy weight was thrown, you could hear the turbulent waves surging in the air and continued to spread.
His neck is a little stiff.
Subconsciously, he turned to look at his father, hoping that his father could say something, but there was nothing.
Then, he looked at his mother again, trying to find something in her eyes. However, her mother did not look directly into his eyes. She just looked at the legal document. All her body and mind were there. on a document.
She said, "There is a blank space here."
Grandma's voice broke in again, and he could no longer see his father's figure. He was surrounded by countless noises, and the lawyer emphasized ramblingly.
"You go to the kitchen, sit at the table, write your father or mother's name..."
Buzz.
Buzz buzz.
"There is no need to be anxious, but when you return to this room..."
The world is noisy.
The entire filming set was completely silent, no one wanted to interfere with the filming.
Perhaps, Steven is the only exception -
"Front. Close-up."
At the first moment, he used the direct line from the walkie-talkie to the headset to give instructions to the photographer. He had a premonition, a strong premonition, and he subconsciously grasped it.
He wanted to see those eyes, he wanted to be able to see those eyes head on.
The photographer made a quick decision and turned clockwise from behind, then continued forward, cut to the front, and came to the front, with the camera focused on Anson's face.
Close-up?
Originally, he was still waiting for Steven's instructions, whether to quickly cut to a close-up or slowly zoom in, but when he saw Anson's pupils, inspiration came to him, his scalp felt numb, and the camera had already locked on that Two eyes started a "conversation" through the camera, and the world suddenly became quiet.
(End of this chapter)