"Arrived?" Jas Black’s voice, always devoid of discernible emotion, ca through the mobile phone, followed by his typical dredging of old grievances, "I thought I’d be waiting until evenings again, before sleep, to get your call."
"How could that be? You even left a note; I saw it and rembered!" Jane Sampson responded frankly.
She had indeed made the call promptly. Whether she rembered or how she ca to think of it, were things that Jas Black would never know.
"Not bad," Jas Black praised Jane with a sentence before adding, "Grandpa and Grandma seem to miss you a lot. They said this morning that you should co have a al with at their place next ti you return."
After a pause, Jas Black asked, "When do you think you can co back at the earliest?"
"Hmm, Grandpa just called about that, ntioning it," Jane Sampson didn’t catch the deeper aning in Jas Black’s question at first and after giving it so thought, she replied, "Maybe in about half a month? My script schedule isn’t that tight. I’ve already talked to Director Wilson about taking ti off to go to Springtown, and he agreed. I can either go back to Capital Province before heading to Springtown, or visit after I’m done there."
"Hmm, half a month." Jas Black found half a month’s ti on the calendar on his table with a pen and then circled it.
Jane Sampson would be back in half a month.
Compared to a month, it was a whole half shorter.
Jas Black couldn’t help but smile slightly, but after the laugh, he couldn’t help but feel a blockage in his heart.
A single sentence from Grandpa, it seed, was more effective than his thousands or tens of thousands of words.
If he had been the one to ask her to co back when she had the ti just now, she would certainly have told him she was busy.
Jane Sampson saw that Elizabeth King had collected her luggage and didn’t chat with Jas any more. As she hung up, she vaguely thought she heard sothing about the evening from Jas but didn’t catch it well. She casually agreed and ended the call to hurry and help Elizabeth with her luggage.
On the other side, as the buzzing sound ca through the phone, Jas Black furrowed his eyebrows.
Had that woman who casually agreed really understood what he had just said?
Jas Black sneered. In any case, he had said it, and she had agreed; he would take it as her agreent.
The group had staff from the film crew waiting to pick them up as soon as they left the airport. The shooting location wasn’t in the city district but in a centennial village in a county of this city.
It took more than three hours to drive from the airport to the village.
When the group arrived at the village, it was a little past four in the afternoon. The sunlight wasn’t too strong and it was the most beautiful ti of the day. All the buildings in the village were well-preserved. As they stepped into the village, they could see old houses filled with ancient charm, adorning the village with a unique flavor.
"Director Wilson put a lot of effort into finding this village to recreate the most genuine scenes from that era," the staff mber who picked them up couldn’t help but praise the village. "This village was a famous Guardian Village in the early years. Many elderly here are retired soldiers who have participated in many battles. The oldest one seems to be around 100 years old and still strong enough to do farm work."
"I looked up so information about this village on my mobile phone when entering, and according to the online information, the village still retains many traces from warti, including so earthen forts. On the walls of these forts, you can still see the pockmarked bullet holes?" Jane Sampson was interested in this, having seen an introduction to these earthen forts in the guardian team’s affairs magazine Jas Black belonged to. But she hadn’t seen them in person.
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