"Chris?" Han Qiu's brow furrowed even deeper.

me, isn't Chris a Catholic? Why is this guy so good?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Han Qiu's mind, and he vaguely remembered that Chris said that he knew a lot of friends in Morocco. Oh, no, this is Kenya. Could it be that he also has a lot of friends here?

Han Qiu asked, "Does he have any acquaintances here?"

"No... bar. Wu Jing's expression was a little tangled, and he seemed to be very hesitant. "Chris is usually alone, and no one knows where he is except when he is filming. And even if it's filming, except for the lines, he doesn't say too much, it seems to be quite cold..."

Chris didn't make a deep impression on Wu Jing, but he was also very deep. It's not that Wu Jing doesn't know Chris as a person, and he doesn't know his whereabouts. The depth lies in Chris's maverick behavior, which makes it difficult for him not to pay attention.

"Uh... This guy is a little... That one.. Cold shoulder. Han Qiu laughed dryly, the few times he and Chris had met, except for the excited expression when discussing anarchism with him, he had never seen him excited, and he usually always looked like an indifferent and high-ranking person.

Wu Jing smiled bitterly: "So, I don't know how he dealt with it, and he didn't tell me, he just told me not to worry about those people in the slums in the future, so that I can film with peace of mind." ”

Hehe, that's really Chris's style.

Han Qiu was speechless in his heart, and comforted him: "Okay, it's okay, I'll ask him later, don't worry about it." ”

"Hmm. Wu Jing nodded yes, he knew that Chris was Han Qiu's friend, and it was better for Han Qiu to come forward than to come forward himself.

.......

In the evening, Han Qiu greeted Zhou Yuxin, and then left the hotel alone.

Han Qiu's hotel is on the edge of Nairobi, and further out, it is the suburbs. This place is also where the Wolf Warrior crew has been working these days.

Outside the hotel, there was already a car waiting. Han Qiu glanced at the person in the driver's seat, and then opened the co-pilot's door without saying a word, and sat down.

"Long time no see. ”

"We've only seen it during the day. ”

"During the day, I went to the crew to visit the class, this doesn't count. ”

Chris ignored Han Qiu, stepped on the accelerator, and headed out of the city.

"Where are we going?"

"Slums. ”

"Where are you going?"

"Wander around. ”

You win, Han Qiu shrugged his shoulders and said, "Whatever, but I don't want our car to drive in and not be able to get out, and I don't want an AK to come out at me at any time." ”

Chris shook his head: "They won't attack us. ”

Han Qiu raised his eyebrows and stopped talking.

The more the car drove out, the lower the buildings on both sides became, and in the end, they all became all bungalows, and even some of the bungalows had broken roofs. Han Qiu pursed his lips, but sighed in his heart, this place is really worse than the shanty towns in Huaxia.

After a while, the car reached the outside of the slum, and Chris didn't drive in, just stopped here.

"Let's go. Chris said with a blank face, opened the door and got out of the car.

Han Qiu followed behind him, walking down a narrow, twisted, and bumpy path toward the inside.

Han Qiu's first feeling was not transmitted by sight, nor by hearing, but by smell. In this somewhat cool air, it is not the smell of sweat or rancidity that fills the place, but a very peculiar smell. It's a little pungent, a little smoky, and a little sour. Mixed together, it becomes a flavor that belongs to the slums of Africa.

It didn't smell particularly good, but it was bearable.

Han Qiu's impression of blacks is okay so far. He still remembers that when he was in college, there were black students abroad. Whenever they passed by Han Qiu's side, Han Qiu could always smell a fragrance. Some blacks smell even bigger than women with makeup.

He didn't know it at the time, thinking they were wearing perfume. He was also curious about what kind of perfume it was, and it smelled so big.

After shopping around here today, Han Qiu felt that this problem didn't need to be figured out.

After walking for a while, Han Qiu gradually got used to the taste here. But he wasn't used to his surroundings yet. To be honest, this place is really not your average rag. Some houses are built with a few iron plates and a shed roof, which cannot be regarded as a house at all.

"This is Kibera, one of the top 10 urban slums in the world. Chris walked ahead and said without looking back.

Han Qiu sighed: "I didn't expect that Nairobi is the capital of Kenya, and there will be slums here." ”

Hearing this, Chris bowed slightly, acknowledging Han Qiu's words.

"By the way, Wu Jing told me, you helped the crew settle the residents here?"

"Well, I know the people here. Chris said lightly, in fact, he doesn't know the people here, but it doesn't mean that his little brother doesn't know either.

Han Qiu suddenly asked, "What happened to the robbery before..."

Chris said unhurriedly, "I've asked them to return the equipment and the car." In fact, the people here are still very talkative. ”

Han Qiu breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "That's good." Haha, it looks like I'm so glad I was able to bring you to the crew, we don't know what to do without you. ”

After walking for a while, several black men suddenly walked in front of them. These people stared at Han Qiu and the others, as if there was some treasure on Han Qiu and Chris. Under the dim light, Han Qiu could barely distinguish the appearance of these black people, and could only see two clusters of whites of his eyes facing him.

The road is facing the sky, and each one walks on one side.

Neither of them had the idea of greeting, but after Han Qiu walked past them, he could still feel the gaze on his back. He looked back and saw that the blacks had stopped, still staring sideways at him and Chris, their fish-eyed eyes containing emotions that had been suppressed for a long time.

"Don't pay attention to their gaze, for outsiders have always been like that here. For the first time, Chris even had a rare explanation to Han Qiu.

Han Qiu was puzzled: "Are they very repulsive to outsiders?"

Chris shook his head: "It's not outsiders who they repel, it's the aggression that outsiders bring." ”

Han Qiu was stunned.

.......

In Huaxia, no one would focus on a person for a long time, especially if the person being watched was still aware, which was usually considered a very impolite behavior.

Maybe Huaxia is a country of etiquette, or maybe Huaxia people are thin-skinned, anyway, it is rare to see this situation in Huaxia.

Although Han Qiu is a director, he is also a star. After so many years of training, he has long developed the ability to not change his color in the face of all people. But here, he found that he still couldn't stand the stares.

Along the way, Han Qiu felt like he was on the catwalk, and the people around him were unceremonious and did not hesitate to pay attention to him. But sometimes he also finds that some people's eyes are sloppy and numb, and although they look at their side, the ghost knows where people have gone.

Is this a slum?

It's not just the house that's broken, it's the hearts of the people?

Han Qiu claimed that he was not the Holy Mother, but when he saw these scenes, he inevitably felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

Sighing inexplicably, Han Qiu followed Chris on. He suddenly found that this guy was simply not like a human being, and he, a star, was uncomfortable in the face of these gazes, but this guy was still leisurely and complacent, and he didn't seem to pay attention to it at all.

, really worthy of being a Catholic, the soul was purified by God, it's just different!

Eventually, the two left the slum. Chris sent Han Qiu back to the hotel, and then drove away alone, not knowing where he went.

After that, Han Qiu explained to Wu Jing and let him film with peace of mind, and then left Nairobi with Zhou Yuxin and returned to China.

After almost two months of traveling, having had enough fun, resting enough, and the story was finished, it was time to make good on his promise.

The Titanic is about to set sail.....