When Chen Feng stayed at the company until noon, he was planning to go to Beyoncé for dinner and see his daughter and mother. However, Miranda called and asked him to go home and prepare now, and then visit Betty.
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Chen Feng asked somewhat depressedly: "Didn't we make an appointment for the afternoon yesterday? Why did we go there at noon?"
"I'm not going right away. You have to come back first and choose suitable clothes and gifts with me, right?"
What else could Chen Feng say, he could only go home.
However, before going back, Chen Feng still called Beyonce and told her that Miranda had made an appointment with Betty and would not go to her place at noon.
Beyonce didn't say anything on the surface, but she was very disappointed in her heart. I don't know since when, she has become very hopeful that Chen Feng can always appear in her life, especially at home.
Sometimes, when Chen Feng, her daughter, and Zhao Xiaolan ate together, she even had the illusion that they were a family. Of course, in theory, they were indeed a family, but Chen Feng was neither her husband nor her husband.
Not her boyfriend.
Before, when Chen Feng was in Datang, she could only endure it. But now that Chen Feng has come to Hollywood, and he can still see him often, she really can't stand it anymore. She hopes that Chen Feng can come to her house for a meal every day
, or looking at the children, this is not too much in her opinion, after all, Chen Feng’s daughter and mother are both at his home.
She can now say that she has nothing to do with Chen Feng, but her daughter is her biological daughter, and Zhao Xiaolan, not to mention, is his biological mother. She feels that Chen Feng should come over to see them every day.
It's just that she really couldn't ask Chen Feng like this. She doesn't have this right. However, Chen Feng's mother has this right.
Beyoncé pursed her lips and thought about how to ask Elaine Chao to order Chen Feng to come to her every day to report and at least check on the child.
Chen Feng didn't know what Beyoncé was thinking, but since he hadn't seen his daughter for two or three days, Chen Feng still had some thoughts in his heart. Chen Feng thought he could only find a way to go there at night. But he couldn't guarantee it.
If the trip can be made in the evening, I don’t bother to tell Beyoncé.
When she got home, Miranda had changed into several sets of clothes with the help of Emily and Zhao Wenxiu, but she still couldn't decide which one to wear.
This left Chen Feng speechless. He thought to himself, Betty is just a young rich woman, and she is not the president. As for you being so hesitant about choosing clothes?
"My dear, you came just in time, what do you think I should wear?"
When Chen Feng came back, Miranda pulled him to ask for advice.
"Since you treat her as your best friend, you don't need to dress too grandly and formally. Just wear something you normally wear."
"Isn't this too casual?"
Chen Feng complained a little: "This is just a very ordinary visit, just a visit between friends. There is no need to be so formal. If it is too formal, it will be too external. Don't you understand this truth?"
After Miranda thought for a moment, she smiled and said, "Okay. You're right. Then I'll listen to you and just wear casual clothes."
She said so, but when choosing casual clothes, she still changed three clothes in a row. After consulting Chen Feng and the others, she still picked the one she thought was most suitable.
After choosing the clothes, she still had to do makeup and hair. Fortunately, she and Emily helped to do these things. After spending almost half an hour, she finally got it done.
Chen Feng's side was much simpler. He chose a set of casual clothes with similar colors to match Miranda's clothes. As for hairstyle and other things, a stylist in the company had already done it not long ago, and it only needed a little combing.
.At Miranda's request, I sprayed some cologne on myself and finally finished.
The two of them took the car and navigated there according to the address provided by Betty. The drive only took about fifteen minutes and arrived at a Beverly independent villa gated by an iron fence.
After Miranda called Betty, the iron fence finally opened, and the car drove directly into this large villa.
This yard covers an area of almost twenty to thirty acres, which is really very luxurious in Beverly Hills, where land is at a premium.
The green flowers, plants and vegetation in the yard were all very delicate. The car stopped in the open space in front of the villa. Betty came out of the villa to greet her, followed by two servants dressed as maids.
"Chen, Landa, you are welcome to come and be our guests."
Betty was very enthusiastic and opened her arms when she came up. First she gave Miranda a hug, and then she gave Chen Feng a hug. Although it was just a courtesy, it was not a good friend and a sign of grandeur. She would definitely not use this hug.
"Your place is really big. It's at least twice as big as where I live." Miranda said with envy.
"What's the use of being big? It's not popular. I live alone, and usually there are only three people there with the two maids. It's empty."
Chen Feng heard this very logically, but Miranda still said with envy: "A bigger one is better than a smaller one."
Betty smiled but didn't say anything in reply. She led the way and introduced the two of them into the living room on the first floor of the villa.
The decoration style is in the eighteenth century, with Persian carpets on the floor and various antiques, artworks and decorative paintings from the last century, making people feel like they have returned to the last century.
There is not a single modern thing in the entire living room. There is no sofa, only simple seats. There is a telephone, but it looks more like a decoration, a hand-crank type. There is no TV and air conditioning.
No, no ceiling fan, no fan.
Under Betty's guidance, the two sat down on a wooden chair in the living room.
"Everything in your living room looks like antiques." Miranda looked around in admiration.
Betty explained: "The layout of the living room was set by my parents when they were young, and I have never changed it. These things are indeed antiques."
"The pattern of this Persian carpet looks like an antique at first glance. It is at least fifty years old."
Betty smiled and nodded: "Yes. The Persian carpet on the ground is very old. It is a single piece and is purely handmade. It is difficult to make such a good carpet now."
Her living room is at least a hundred square meters in size. A complete Persian carpet in such a large place would cost at least a million dollars. If historical factors are added to it, the price may be even more than this.
This is not an exaggeration at all, but may underestimate the value of such a large carpet. The price of authentic Persian carpets has been rising over the years. A Persian carpet from the 17th century was once auctioned for nearly 10 million US dollars.
Therefore, the most valuable thing in her living room is probably the carpet on the floor.
"Your parents are very tasteful. The living room is decorated like this. Even after so many years, it still looks very comfortable and artistic."
Miranda's words were not flattering. The decoration style of this living room is not outdated even now, but gives people a deeper sense of family heritage.
Betty smiled and said: "Thank you for the compliment. If they are still alive, they will definitely be very happy to hear what you said. By the way, what do you want to drink, coffee or tea, or something else?"
Chen Feng said: "Tea. Green tea is best, don't add sugar."
Foreigners prefer to drink black tea, and put a lot of sugar in it, which is very sweet. Chen Feng is really not used to it.
Miranda said: "I'll just drink coffee."
"Okay." Betty agreed, and naturally a maid went over to get something to drink for the two of them.
"May I ask, how did your parents pass away?" Chen Feng asked proactively. He wanted to have a deeper understanding of Betty, and then determine what kind of music to "compose" for her.
"My mother died of cancer. She died in pain. My father died of AIDS and he also died in pain, but he brought it upon himself."
It can be heard from her words that she is very dissatisfied with his father. As for why she is dissatisfied, after thinking about it for a moment, she will know that her father has AIDS and her mother has cancer. Naturally, it is because her father cheated or her mother passed away.
Later, he became promiscuous.
However, Betty actively participated in the dinner hosted by the AIDS Research Foundation last night, which shows that she still hates AIDS in her heart, and it also reveals that she actually misses her father. It can only be said that she is deeply sorry for her death.
My father is both loved and hated, very contradictory.
"Can you tell me about your mother? Let me know more about your personal past, maybe it will bring you creative inspiration." Chen Feng wisely avoided her father.
"OK." Betty nodded and recalled, "My mother came from a famous family in China and received an elite lady education since she was a child. She studied boarding in a women's missionary school before she was sixteen. After she was sixteen, she studied at a Catholic university.
Study. When she was twenty years old, she studied abroad at Cornell University, where she met my father, and the two fell in love. My father also came from a well-known family, and the two of them were considered well-matched. It didn’t take long for them to be together, and then
The engagement and marriage went very smoothly. It was just that they gave birth to a child like me after seven years of marriage. If they wanted to have another child, they would never be able to have one. This may be God's will, and my parents later gave up and continued.
Have a baby.
They poured all their love into me, especially my mother. She is the best and kindest woman I still think of. She is knowledgeable, beautiful, has a good temper, and is keen on charity. She has always been
She is my idol. But God didn’t want her to stay in this world for too long. He passed away before the age of fifty. I didn’t have time to say many things to her, and she just went to heaven. Every time I think of her, she goes to heaven.
... Very sad... Many times, I told her in my dreams how much I loved her, admired her, and missed her, but every time I woke up from the dream, I found myself bursting into tears..."
By the end of the sentence, Betty was in tears and sobbing. Seeing this, Miranda quickly got up and went to comfort her.
Chen Feng was also a little sad when he heard this. No matter how rich Betty was, she couldn't bring her parents back to life, and now she was alone. Even if you say how happy she is, it's not necessarily true.
"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, the child wants to be raised but the relatives are not there. It is really a pity that you didn't have time to talk to your mother. However, I think you can use music to make up for it. Your mother's spirit in heaven will definitely be able to hear it.
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Betty wiped her tears with a handkerchief and couldn't help but said in surprise: "You mean, you already have inspiration? Want to compose a song for my mother?"
Chen Feng nodded and said: "Yes. Just now I listened to your narration about your mother, and I suddenly had inspiration to create a piano piece. I have already thought of the name. It is called "Letter to Mother", French "
lettre a ma mere》.”
Upon hearing this, Betty was overjoyed and said: "Okay, okay, this name is very good. You can completely express my longing for my mother, my admiration and admiration in it. I believe you can create it, and also express it in writing."
It will become a classic.”
After Chen Feng said thank you, he said: "Do you have any information about your mother during her lifetime? For example, photos, videos, etc."
"Yes, yes, yes. I still have my mother's diary. If you need it, I can let you read her diary."
Betty undoubtedly showed a lot of sincerity. This is her mother's diary, and it may involve the privacy of her and her family.
Chen Feng didn't want to pry into anyone's privacy, so he immediately shook his head and said: "That's unnecessary. I just want to have a more accurate understanding of your mother, at least to know what she looks like and what her personality is, so that I can have a better sense of belonging.
Only with a sense of penetration can you create this piece of music from your perspective.”
"Okay. I will take you to see her photos and some videos now."
Betty was very positive. After speaking, she stood up immediately and took Chen Feng and Miranda upstairs. In a room on the second floor, Betty found several large photo albums of her mother, as well as some video tapes and VCDs from the last century.
Waiting for video materials. What’s rare is that she also has a working video recorder, VCD player and matching TV set.
There was a sofa in this room, so the three of them sat on the sofa and flipped through the photo album together, with Betty making introductions.
Chen Feng read it very quickly. Originally, this was just a formality. He already had the piece "Letter to Mother" in his mind. Now that he is proficient in all instruments, he can play it directly on the spot.
However, in this case, the speed is obviously too fast, which will make Betty feel that it is too easy, or that he is perfunctory with her. So we have to make a play.
When Betty's mother was young, she was indeed a great beauty, with tawny hair, blue eyes, and snow-white skin. Betty was 78% similar to her, and of course she was also a great beauty.
Betty's father is also a Caucasian, blond, tall, and a very standard handsome boy when he was young. Anyway, when the couple were young, they were a handsome man and a beautiful woman. Unfortunately, they did not live long.
After flipping through the photo album, the three of them looked at the video materials of her mother's life together. Most of them were video tapes, and the picture and pixels were really poor. So, after watching only a few video tapes, Chen Feng asked her to play the VCD.
.The picture clarity of the burned VCD is much better.
Looking at her mother's voice and appearance on TV, Betty couldn't help but shed tears again.