Chapter 17

"Yes."

Hearing the answer, the Deputy writer smiles, with a bit of ambiguity. He has worked with Lin Ye in many plays, and often asked him to pick the female leader. The audition that day was the first time he heard his request.

"It's nothing. I heard her voice when I passed by. Isn't the hostess also singing? So let her sing Then he shrugged his shoulders to show his integrity.

"Good, good." Grandma touched her head, just like when she was a child.

"Grandma, I won't go to America any more. I'll stay in Huaicheng and come back to see you often."

One of the great tragedies of life is that people with white hair send people with black hair.

The death of her mother five years ago hit her a lot and made her grow old overnight.

"Yes, grandma." Wen Kuai Wan held her grandmother, who she had not seen for five years. She missed her most in America. She spent her winter and summer holidays with her grandmother when she was a child. She had a closer relationship with her grandmother than with her grandmother.

"Just come back, just come back." She kept saying that.

"Girl, my girl." Grandma has been touching her hand, grandma's hand because of perennial farming, become rough. Also because of the old, become very thin.

Wen Kuai night hurriedly came forward, holding grandma, "grandma, please slow down."

Before I got to grandma's house, I saw that Grandma had been waiting at the door. Her eyes had been staring at the entrance. Seeing Wen Kuai Wan, she met her with her faltering steps.

There are few residents here. Because of the inconvenient transportation, many young people go out to develop, leaving only the old people to care for this hometown.

Grandma's house is in the village 100 meters away from the lighthouse.

There are two lighthouses in front of us, one new and the other old. They look like two lonely old people, waiting silently for every tide.

When I got out of the car, I saw a large prairie. There were a few cows eating grass leisurely, and the cattle herders were urging them.

Wen kuaiwan sat by the window and looked at the boundless sea. His desire was washed away. In the sky hangs the sunset, in the sunset and the blue sky under the corresponding, appears incomparably beautiful.

Qingli town is located at the easternmost end of Huaicheng City, connecting with the sea, so all the buses are driving on the Huanhai road. The sea breeze along the road flows into the car from the window, which has a very familiar taste.

Wen Xiaowan finished the mirror test and got on the bus to Qingli town.

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when the audience came down, there were only three words left on the paper in front of his desk - Wen kuaiwan, and these three words were written on the back of the paper.

The Deputy screenwriter continues to watch the performance of the next auditor, while Lin Ye is bored after watching Wen's performance.

In addition, he works very hard and his acting skills are online, so his popularity is very high in China.

Lin Ye is well-known in the entertainment industry. Many big directors and old screenwriters like to work with him. Every play he makes can be nominated or even won prizes at home and abroad.

The Deputy playwright patted him on the shoulder, joking.

She cooked with her grandmother. Two dishes and one soup, very simple.

During the meal, they were chatting. Wen Kuai Wan was basically talking about her. Grandma was listening. When she looked at Wen Kuai Wan in her eyes, she was full of doting. Sometimes, she seemed to see Xu Jian's shadow and her eyes were shaking.

"Honey, are you going to see your mother tomorrow?"