ログインWith Beth's encouragement and advice, I gave myself a two-month break.I went back to the orphanage and gave a large portion of the money I had earned to Mr. Maddox.He recalled that when they had first found me, I was so skinny that a hawk in the sky could have carried me off.It was the ranchers who took care of me, with different families taking turns feeding me.Life in the grasslands was never easy. A single blizzard or sandstorm could devastate the ranchers' livelihoods.When I was a teenager, I couldn't stand by and watch their horse get stolen, so I stepped in to stop the thief. Now, I hoped I could use what I earned to make their lives a little easier.Later, Mr. Maddox brought me a young horse under four years old. Her mane danced in the wind, looking just like Jewel when she was young.I named her Aurora. She didn't have to be anyone's treasure. She was the light of the grasslands.Every day, I fed her, brushed her mane, and told her stories about Jewel.I imagine
Before calling me up, the host played the short intro video I had asked Beth to select.It was filmed right after I finished my latest work.I had borrowed a horse from a rancher on a whim and tore across the grasslands.In the footage, Jewel stood quietly in the distance.Dressed in a simple T-shirt, I spread my arms on horseback, letting the grass-scented breeze sweep across my face.From a distance, I thought I saw Archie's eyes turn red. He had almost forgotten this side of me.I was no longer the unknown director riding on his coattails, nor was I the country girl who supposedly knew nothing about art.After my film was announced as the winner, the name called out was mine—Chloe Jepson.Once the video ended, a staff member gestured for me to take the stage.It was my first time standing in the spotlight like this, and I felt a little awkward as I nervously smoothed down my gown.When I looked at the crowd, I was met with looks of admiration from the media, my fellow film
When I returned to Kenford, I heard that Archie had managed to submit his competition entry right before the deadline.I rushed back to our place to pack up my belongings.Archie and I had been together for ten years.Yet, my luggage held nothing more than a few pieces of clothing and an old hard drive.The irony was that the hard drive had been destroyed in the sandstorm—along with all our memories.I took down every photo of us in the living room and packed them into boxes, along with the dozen notebooks I had filled while working on his s. Then I called a junk collector to haul it all away.Without looking back, I closed the door behind me and left.I changed my phone number and moved to Thassuri, where I started a film studio of my own.Back on the grasslands, I had promised myself that my name would appear in the most prominent place in every film I made.After I left Kenford, Archie kept texting me."Why did you move everything out of the house?"Where are you? Why can
When I woke up the next morning, I shut myself in my room and started packing.The room was filled with memories from mine and Archie's childhood.On the desk was a crooked drawing of me riding Jewel, with Archie holding her reins.Hanging on the wall were the kites we made as kids, with our names written on them.I calmly folded a few pieces of clothing and packed them away.Suddenly, loud noises echoed from outside, and Mr. Maddox rushed into the room.He said breathlessly, "Archie said he was making a movie, and the crew took Jewel away! She's old, and her legs are already in bad shape. She can't run anymore."My heart tightened, and I ran out after them.In the distance, Archie and Sharon had set up their equipment.Jewel looked visibly uneasy at the center of the frame.I walked over to Archie and confronted him. "You grew up riding Jewel, so you know that she's injured. There's no way she can carry someone through a long shoot."He waved me off and said, "You don't und
The next morning, I received an email from the competition committee.My film had received a very high score in the preliminary review, so they made an exception and advanced me straight to the final round.That was the kind of special treatment usually reserved for high-profile studios like Archie's. When I happily walked Jewel back to the orphanage after a stroll, the sun was already starting to set.That was when I ran into Archie and Sharon at the entrance.When he saw me, he looked surprised."Sharon and I had a discussion last night. We decided to come back here to shoot some additional footage. We can even feature Jewel."The orphanage has open fields, cattle, and horses. That's the kind of scenery we imagined for the film."Then he looked at me and asked, "Why did you follow us here, though? Look, you can stay and help the crew clean up if you want, but you need to stop throwing tantrums."I secured Jewel and calmly said, "No, thanks. I've already entered the competit
I returned to the countryside, back to the orphanage that had raised us.Armed with nothing but my phone and a scuffed-up camera lens, I set out to make my own film.Working almost non-stop around the clock, I somehow finished it three days ahead of the deadline.The moment I clicked the "submit" button, I breathed a long sigh of relief. I stretched and looked out the window. Endless grasslands spread out before me.Back when we made "The Grassland Dream", Archie and I had pulled all-nighters like this together more times than I could count.He had a real talent for storytelling, but his s never scored well in college.During his internships, his work was never considered outstanding.I knew it wasn't because his stories were bad. He just needed someone who could understand him.I was the one who could see the stories hidden beneath his obscure writing, translate his vision to the screen, and bring the emotions in his words to life.That was my gift.It was the reason why o







