697 For the Forgotten Memories (2/2)

Famous listened to Zian's explanation, but it did not care much about the arrangement.

”It's fine,” Famous said proudly and generously. ”I'm an actor, so I have to be conscientious and I don't mind being placed in a pet cargo hold. If my job required me to lie on top of the plane to fly there, I would do so, too.”

Zhang Zian paused. The control tower staff would definitely not permit the plane from taking off then.

”Oh, right. Where did you mention we would be heading to?” Famous asked.

”Germany, Berlin. That should be considered your hometown, right?” Zhang Zian asked.

”Germany...” Famous turned its head to look at the far west, and within its eyes drifted emotions that Famous itself was unable to describe. There was a period of time when Famous thought that it was Rin Tin Tin—thought that it came from the German Battlefield—but now Famous knew that it wasn't. It might just be an ordinary German Shepherd, passing through various places before drifting to America, where its true hometown was. Famous no longer remembered.

”I'm an actor; it is not important where my hometown is at,” Famous said. ”If necessary, my home could be anywhere.”

Zhang Zian nodded. ”On this trip to Berlin, it is certain that many people will be aware of you—they might have heard your name and you might even get a new film contract.”

Famous gave it some thought before shaking its head. ”A new film contract might happen, but I would not want to accept any and every crap movie, like those family comedies or reality shows on television. Those films can be left for the ordinary dogs—I would not lower myself to take on those characters. I have already taken on way too many of those characters in the past.”

Zhang Zian knew what it said was true; having Famous act as a character at home with its tongue out and acting cute was no different from using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. It was also an insult to Famous's acting capabilities.

Famous highlighted, ”So you must definitely keep a close eye on the script. If it looks like a shoddy script that challenges how low the audiences IQ can go, just push it off for me. I would rather stay at home than act.”

”Then what kind of script are you more inclined towards?” Zhang Zian asked. ”Give me a rough idea so that I will be able to know.”

Famous gave it some thought and said, ”It has to have some kind of meaning, even if it isn't thought-provoking. At the very least it should not be something like a popcorn flick, where the audience forgets it right after finishing the movie.”

”Sure, no problem,” Zhang Zian readily promised.

”Oh, one more thing.” Famous was just about to head downstairs when it stopped. ”I heard from Richard that you had donated the money you received from the sale of the kitten a few days back?”

Richard, that blabbermouth...

Zhang Zian had decided that he would not only put Richard up tonight, but he would also tie up Richard's mouth.

”Yeah, but it wasn't much,” Zian admitted.

”Why?” Famous asked in all seriousness. ”A few thousand United States dollars seems negligible to the research of cancer, even as a memorial for Kathy. There must be some other methods, right?”

Zhang Zian did not expect Famous to ask such a question. Giving a moment of thought to the question, Zian answered, ”You are right if you put it that way, but every year there are 1.4 million people in the world dying from lung cancer—that would be an average of three people a minute. Just with this short conversation of ours that took a few minutes, there are already over ten people who have passed away from lung cancer. A few thousand U.S. dollars, even if it is only able to bring forward the time for overcoming lung cancer by a minute, is equivalent to saving the life of three people. So even if it is insignificant, I believe that there is no other method that is much more suitable to this as a memorial for Kathy.”

”Is that so? I feel the same, too. As for the preparations before leaving the country, you must have a lot of things to do, right? I will head down first.” Finishing what it wanted to say, Famous headed downstairs.

In its heart, though, that wish to be an angel still existed—no matter where its hometown was at, and no matter if it was Famous or Rin Tin Tin.