Does Chris need to tip?

Of course not, even if he collects it, it depends on whether anyone dares to give it!

Therefore, until the end, when Chris led Han Qiu to a "café", Chris did not answer Han Qiu's "tip" question positively.

Han Qiu looked at this tattered "café" that looked like a mahjong parlor in a small county town in China, and couldn't help but open his mouth in a daze:

"I just asked you to take me to the store or the supermarket, why are you taking me here?"

Chris shrugged, "Because there's water to drink here, too." ”

Han Qiu: "......."

Han Qiu definitely couldn't have imagined that this white man who appeared by chance had actually mastered his every move a long time ago. Including the purpose of Han Qiu's coming here and where he lived, it was all clear.

Before helping Han Qiu lead the way, it was naturally also acting.

Not to mention, Chris found that he still had a little talent for acting. Just like a few years ago in the UK, when he was a group performer for Han Qiu, he was acting with his life.

Although the plan failed in the end, Chris was not discouraged. If the parliament building can't be blown up, then blow up the subway station!

Revolution is always accompanied by flames, and faith is always stained with blood!

This is Chris's belief, although from beginning to end, Han Qiu doesn't agree with that set of things, even if V was filmed by himself.

Grandma's, V is not anarchic? People just yearn for freedom and are dissatisfied with tyranny.

In Han Qiu's view, the current social system is very good, whether it is capitalism or socialism, each has its own advantages and its own audience.

As for anarchism......

Forget it, it's as unrealistic as communism.

Chris walked in with Han Qiu and casually found a double seat by the window and sat down. Han Qiu glanced at the surrounding environment lightly and found that there were quite a lot of people here, and it was quite lively.

It's just that he and Chris are a little different. Because more than 90% of the people here are black, Han Qiu, a yellow race, and Chris, a white person, are undoubtedly very eye-catching.

Chris ignored the gaze of others and said as if no one was around, "Now you can tip me." ”

The corners of Han Qiu's mouth twitched, he thought this guy was really warm-hearted.

Just as Han Qiu was about to pay him money, Chris shook his head, "You don't have to give me money, you just need to invite me for a drink." ”

Han Qiu raised his eyebrows and glanced at Chris in surprise, "Okay." ”

called the waiter and asked him to serve two cups of coffee, but he crackled and talked for a long time, and the second child didn't understand. In the end, it was Chris who gave a few orders before sending them away.

"Most of the people here don't understand English. Chris explained.

"I know, you're speaking Arabic, right?"

Chris nodded.

"Are you Moroccan?"

Chris shook his head.

"And where are you from?"

Chris's eyelids drooped slightly, and he sighed: "I am a rootless person, and the world is my home." ”

Han Qiu couldn't help but want to twitch the corners of his mouth again, I'll you, you think you are a monk, and you are still at home.

He thought that people didn't want to say it, so he deliberately prevaricated him, so Han Qiu simply didn't ask about it. Instead, he asked the biggest question in his mind: "Why do I think we seem to have met somewhere?"

"Yes, I have seen it. Chris admitted.

Han Qiu's eyes widened instantly, he didn't expect to ask casually, and he really asked the result?

"You're .....," Han Qiu said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I have an impression of you, but I really can't remember your name." ”

"Chris Mesfield!" Chris said mildly, too.

"Chris?" Han Qiu crossed and broke hard. He also remembered the name, but he still didn't remember it.

Chris was not impatient at all and continued: "Britain, V-word vendetta, group performance. ”

Hearing this, these words echoed in Han Qiu's ears alternately, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he finally remembered who the middle-aged white man in front of him was.

"You're the one who asked to read the script?"

Chris smiled: "That's right, it's here, I'm honored that Director Han still remembers me." ”

Han Qiu waved his hand awkwardly, and if he didn't remind him, he really couldn't remember. He also understands why Chris would take the initiative to be his guide. Dare to be an acquaintance.

"Why don't you work as an actor in England anymore? Morocco is not a good place for actors. ”

Even if he was recognized by Han Qiu, Chris still looked pampered, "I haven't been an actor for a long time." I think the scenes of murder and arson in the movie are too fake, and the acting is boring. ”

Han Qiu: "......" He was the first time he had heard such a fresh and refined reason for quitting.

"Director Han, did you come to Morocco to film?" asked Chris knowingly.

"yes, there's a new film that needs to be filmed here. ”

Hearing this, Chris's expression finally changed a little, and he asked curiously, "Can I ask about the theme of this movie?"

Han Qiu pointed to his forehead: "It's a science fiction film about dreams." ”

Chris nodded quietly. In fact, as soon as he heard the word dream, Chris's curiosity decreased a lot.

In his mind, the movie V must be number one. Secondly, there is the Dark Knight. The Joker is the one of the screen characters he admires the most, besides V. Even, in anarchism, the clown went further than V.

It's a pity that compared to V, the Joker won Batman, but he never won the hearts of the people. That's where Chris thinks the Joker is inferior to V.

"What about you, are you still sticking to your beliefs?" Han Qiu's impression of Chris's anarchism was extremely profound.

Although he didn't agree with it himself, he never thought of interfering with other people's beliefs.

In this world, if a person has faith in his heart, he will definitely live a more wonderful life.

Faith is not just about religion, and it's not just about believing in a god. Faith refers to the belief and respect for a certain idea, doctrine, religion, or person or thing, and to enshrine it as its own code of conduct.

It is the sustenance of the human spirit, it can be a person, it can be a thing, it can be an obsession in the brain, it can be a goal that can be fought for a lifetime, and a tall back that can be followed for a lifetime.

It can be said that faith is an upgraded and strengthened version of dreams, and its influence is incomparable to dreams.

If you use it well, you can become our party, and if you don't use it well, you can become a dead soul who dies at the hands of our party.

If you ask Han Qiu if he has faith?

Then, movies are Han Qiu's lifelong beliefs!

Chris nodded: "Of course, I never gave it up. ”

Han Qiu gave a thumbs up and exclaimed, "Although I am not an anarchist, I admire your perseverance. ”

"Thank you. Chris smiled sincerely, and now he likes this feeling of fairness.

In life, he rarely has a heart-to-heart conversation with others. Especially as a terrorist leader, few people dared to sit and talk with him calmly. In particular, Han Qiu did not discriminate against himself as an anarchist.

If someone were to discriminate against Chris because of anarchism, they would be greeted with either a bullet or a bomb.

I can insult me, but I can't insult my faith.

It was a great honor that Han Qiu had avoided this point of death and gained Chris's friendship. Although in Han Qiu's opinion, Chris, a friend who has not seen him for many years, has nothing to help him.

In Chris's eyes, Han Qiu, the director, can't help him, and the only thing the other party can do is to be his own confidant and talk to himself.

After a while, the two cups of "coffee" that Han Qiu asked for came.

"Why are there two bottles of wine?" Han Qiu said speechlessly.

"Because there's no coffee here. Chris replied calmly.

"Well, I thought this was a café. ”

"The people of Rabat don't like that. ”

Han Qiu poured Chris a glass of wine first, then filled it for himself, raised his glass, and said, "I think the wine is also good, come on, celebrate our meeting again." ”

Chris raised his glass: "Celebrate our encounter!"

After finishing this cup, according to the temperament of the Chinese people to persuade wine, it will definitely have to be one cup after another.

"Come again. Han Qiu lifted the wine bottle and prepared to pour it for Chris. Unexpectedly, he was stopped by Chris.

"I'm sorry, I'm a Catholic, I can drink with my friends, but not alcohol. ”

Han Qiu suddenly realized that since it was a regulation of other people's religions, the words of persuasion he learned from Liang Chaowei were completely useless.

He is now thinking in his heart, should he also find this "excuse" when he socializes in the future?

"Then you ordered two bottles of wine. ”

"I said at the beginning, all you need is one drink. And, aren't you thirsty?"

Han Qiu: Isn't that cup of "......." a tip......?

Seeing Han Qiu's deflated appearance, Chris had a rare smile on his face, if he was seen by his group of subordinates, he would definitely be even more surprised than seeing a ghost.

After drinking more than one bottle of wine, Han Qiu felt that he was thirsty or not, but his head was a little dizzy.

Picking up the wine bottle, Han Qiu couldn't understand the Arabic characters on it, but he could understand the Arabic numerals.

45°？？！！

Nima, the degree is so high, it's no wonder!

"Chris, I think you'll take me to the café next time. Han Qiu shook his head and said in pain. The black brother's wine is a little unaffordable.

As soon as the words fell, Han Qiu's mobile phone rang.

"Hey~~~?"

"Director Han!" Xiao Zhang said anxiously.

"What's wrong?"

"There's a little bit of trouble with the film crew. Xiao Zhang said through gritted teeth.

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