"As for my daughter, I can't take her back now, so please tell him again, ask him to take care of her for two years. I hope he can agree and sign another contract."
Originally, Tingli wanted to say that she would have visitation rights every six months in these two years, but she took it back immediately.
"Miss Smith," after hearing her words, Lawyer began to frown, "I am helpless about your proposal. I can answer you now. He will not agree."
Tingli could have expected his answer, so after thinking for a few seconds, she suddenly asked again: "What is his...name?"
"Shawn Romano!" He answered. Anyway, the two of them met yesterday, and there was no need for him to keep it secret at this point.
"Yes!" Tingli nodded, "Anyway, please convey my meaning to him first, and I will think of a way to see if he can agree to it."
"I'll try." He finally gave in, and Tingli thanked her gratefully, but after thanking her, she still added, "By the way, please sign a receipt for this 100,000 and stamp it."
After paying back the 100,000, her entire assets were less than 3,000. Fortunately, she had paid the rent for half a year, and the only thing left was to find a job.
She thought about it. Since he was in United Artists, her first choice must be United Artists. On the one hand, she could know his whereabouts at any time in the same company. On the other hand, she hoped to move him and contact him, so that he would be merciful and agree to her.
...
In early March, it was already spring. The air was no longer cold. When the sun came out in the morning, it was warm and the spring breeze blew gently. You could smell the fragrance. The first to bloom were the pear blossoms, clustered on the branches, pale pink and white, very lush. Then the rose vines also spread, and the plums turned white.
So, city began to be full of life.
Tingli couldn't wait for the announcement of the recruitment information, nor could she wait for the reply about the signing of the new contract. She couldn't help but get anxious. After thinking about it, she decided to go there again.
This time, deliberately, Tingli bought a few kilograms of fruit, went to the black Iron Gate deep in the sycamore, and hesitantly pressed the doorbell. Inside the Iron Gate, she vaguely saw several staff members walking around. It was always very quiet here. As she said before, it felt like going back a century ago, and the traces of the years of the Nationalist period flowed everywhere.
After a while, there was a response from the doorbell speaker: "Who are you?"
"Hello, I am Tingli Smith. Last time, I came here with Lawyer Henry." Tingli answered and waited for a moment. With a "bang", the Iron Gate automatically retreated to both sides.
Tingli looked around and couldn't help but like this gatekeeper. There were not many problems and precautions. It was very different from the traditional courtyard. Walking into the courtyard, like last time, Tingli walked along the blue brick path. Only two middle-aged women were cleaning a long lawn.
All the way was smooth until we reached the old red house. We walked up the steps and ran into the old man we met last time. Perhaps he had come out of the side room on purpose. Tingli guessed that he was probably the gatekeeper of this house.
Sure enough, when he saw Tingli standing at the door, he said, "You have made an appointment, right? Mr. Romano is in the hall."
"Oh!"
Tingli responded in a low voice and walked in with the fruit. As soon as she stepped over the stone staircase, the old gatekeeper behind him hurriedly added, "Go left and you will see it after turning a corner."
Oh, Tingli thanked him and went to the left passage. Unexpectedly, as soon as she walked to the wall of an arch, at the other end, beside the glass window and cypress bookcase, a slender figure leaned against the cold and hard lime wall behind him with his head down.
Tingli approached uncertainly, and then she found that his figure was not only bent, but also his eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and even his chin seemed to be twitching slightly. One hand was covering the side of his head with all his strength, his eyes were closed, and his thin pajamas were fluttering due to the cool breeze from the window.
This situation...
"Do you have a migraine?"
Tingli hurried over and exclaimed. This was her first reaction because she was too familiar with the symptoms of migraine. She had been thinking about it since she was a child, especially after she got pregnant and gave birth, when she was raising Momo alone, she couldn't sleep at night, and she had nightmares when she closed her eyes.
Endless nightmares, and headaches every day, like her, typical migraine, fortunately, she consulted a doctor later.
Seeing his distorted expression, Tingli quickly dropped the fruit in her hand, stood on tiptoe, raised her hands and held his temples, pressed her index finger on his temples, and massaged from bottom to top.
When her fingers touched his cold forehead, his eyes suddenly opened, full of surprise, but it was only for a moment, just a few seconds, and his eyes closed again.
"You are wearing too little. Even at home, it's better to put on a coat." Tingli said while easing the force, put her hand around the back of his head, and said, "Lower your head a little, don't lean against the wall, the wall is very humid, and don't stand by the window."
After saying that, she pulled out one hand and closed the floor-to-ceiling window next to her.
Perhaps her massage gradually took effect. After a while, his face finally relaxed and his chin stopped twitching. After Tingli stopped, she quickly moved her sore toes. When Tingli moved her toes, his eyes suddenly opened again, and the discomfort just now returned to a deep state in an instant.