In a certain café in Santa Monica, under the soft and warm lighting, the smoke from Alex's mouth is like a place where the gods live in a TV series that Huo Que still remembers, with a hint of luxury in his dreams. When he walked around the candle in front of him, it was burned red by the fiery red light, and then it was swallowed up by the heat and disappeared, but Huo Que could still smell the thick smell of burnt smoke, which was not unpleasant, but a little fragrant when frying coffee.

Huo Que looked at the coffee in front of him, and burped, this was his fourth refill, the beautiful waiter in a short skirt with a few freckles on his face looked at him a little wrong, he was actually not thirsty, just a little bored, he had opened the movie magazine he had been reading since six o'clock in the evening, and he could tell any of the events in it clearly.

It's already nine o'clock, and Alex's people haven't come yet. This is actually nothing, after all, they are two people, but when Huo Que was ready to open the conversation box to talk about life and ideals with Alex, he found that the character who could say a thing at the meeting was a flower, after encountering coffee and this soothing scene, his thoughts also seemed to be contaminated by this atmosphere, he closed his eyes, shook his head, and listened to the music very enjoyingly, Huo Que talked to him with great interest, he would say "um" when he was happy, if he was not interested, even "um" would not be "um" Bang.

The place where they drink coffee is also considered high-end consumption in Santa Monica, and the high-quality service makes people feel at home as soon as they come in, and the freshly ground coffee exudes an intoxicating fragrance, but now Huo Que is sitting in it as if he is suffering, and there is no place in his body that is comfortable.

"Is your friend coming?" I can't help it. Alex said when he came that this friend of his was very artistic, and his words and deeds were influenced by his artistic atmosphere, and it was also a little weird, and punctuality was something that only decent people could do, and people like him didn't know that there were those two words in this world at all.

What Huo Que didn't expect was that his friend's unpunctuality had reached an incredible point, the appointed time was six o'clock, and now three hours have passed, and there is still no one, even if Huo Que is not a big name, but you are too faceless.

After listening to Huo Que's question, Alex slowly took a sip of coffee, then slowly took a puff of cigarette, and then slowly spit it out, before slowly saying, "I don't know." ”

Hearing this answer, Huo Que almost didn't jump up, what kind of big man is this person waiting for? After waiting for three hours, I didn't know if he would come when I was dying.

"I said, where did you practice this patience?" If it weren't for Alex sitting in front of him, Huo Que might have punched him.

"Don't worry." Alex looked like an old god: "If he wants to come, he will definitely come, if he doesn't come, he will definitely not come, it's useless for you to be in a hurry, not to mention that the coffee here is mellow and delicious, don't you earn it by drinking two more cups." ”

"Then you call him and ask him if he's coming?" Huo Que was very helpless, if it weren't for Alex's face, no matter how big his friend was, he would have turned around and left.

"The point is, he doesn't have a phone." Alex showed an expression that was even more helpless than Huo Que: "If he had a call, I would have called earlier." ”

Huo Que's eyes widened, as if he had heard some bad news.

What age is this?

What is a mobile phone in this information age? It should be regarded as the second soul of a person, but Huo Que heard very clearly that the legendary master who has a certain status in the field of music would not use a mobile phone.

It seems that this person is not just a little unruly in his words and deeds, but also weird.

Such people are either geniuses or madmen.

"And when are we waiting?" Huo Que planned to withdraw.

"Wait until he comes." Alex squinted at Huo Que: "What, want to go?" ”

"Sort of." Huo Que drank the last bit of coffee in the cup: "Such a casual person, I'm afraid that when the time comes, I will also be so casual when I work." ”

"I like crazy people." Alex seemed to be in deep thought, and after a long time he said: "I used to work at MGM, but they were too commercial, and many good films were rejected by them because they had no profit, and then I left and came to Lionsgate, which I had just founded, and in ten years I mined a total of 76 films for Lionsgate, and none of them lost money, why?" ”

Alex smiled: "Because I'm willing to wait, I watch an independent movie almost every week, but most of the films in it are very disappointing, it's a kind of torment for a movie I love, it's a kind of torture, but I didn't give up, because I always felt that the next movie would surprise me, so my state of mind was very calm, so I was able to dig out so many money-making movies, such as your "This Man is from Earth". ”

There is admiration and gratitude for Alex Huo Que, who admires his unique vision and decisive style, as well as his detached ability. He is grateful to him, grateful that he can spare no effort to help him, to help "This Man is from Earth". There is also a very important one, that is, his invisible infection with him, his life experience, his life experience, his life experience, these will unconsciously infect Huo Que.

Alex Huo Que could understand the meaning of what he said just now, he was willing to wait here for a few hours, and he would definitely not be mediocre, so wait a little longer, until he came.

The one who can look at the thatched house is Zhuge Liang.

"Can I smoke one?" Huo Que looked at Alex's cigar and asked.

"Why?" Alex looked at Huo Que curiously: "This is a Cuban cigar given to me by my friend, it's a waste for you to smoke, or you can buy a pack of cigarettes yourself." ”

"Actually, I smoke." Huo Que confessed that he did smoke in his previous life, but he had never smoked a cigar.

Alex took out a cigar from his arms and gave it to Huo Que with some distress: "Cigars are for tasting, not smoking." ”

Huo Que took it, lit it on the candle in front of him, and then took a puff gently, he didn't inhale it into his lungs, but let the smoke go around his mouth and spit it out, no matter how much the cigar was worth, or how precious it was, it was used to kill boredom in his hands.

At ten o'clock in the evening, there were very few pedestrians on the street, Huo Que looked out the window, and looked at a special figure in the crowd, he was probably drunk, walking a little shaky, according to visual observation, his hair had not been washed for at least a week.

"A homeless man." Huo Que looked at the figure that was still shaking on the slightly chilly street, and his heart suddenly calmed down.

He turned back and took a puff on his cigarette, and the flickering light reflected his appearance on the wall when he smoked, which was elegant and full of charm.

"Sir, are you in the wrong place?"

"Please get out, we're still open."

At this moment, the sound of a quarrel sounded at the door. Huo Que looked sideways at the door, his brows furrowed slightly, the person who was stopped at the door by the waiter was the homeless man he saw just now.

No matter what country or world it is, judging people by their appearance is an unavoidable weakness of people, and the United States in this world is no exception, the homeless man who is dressed or unrepaired in the eyes of this group of waiters does not look like a person who can consume here, so they stopped him without asking for a reason.

"You won't let me in?" The homeless man pointed to the café that was still open, and said in a clear tone, "Are you sure?" ”

Huo Que looked over, but he didn't see the homeless man's face, because it was covered by his thick beard, leaving only two eyes that were still bright.

"Sir, you have to tell me what you are here for." The service of this place is good, even if it is faced with a homeless person, he still does not change his polite tone.

"In this kind of place, no one invited me, do you think I'll come back?" The homeless man shook his hair and said proudly.

Alex suddenly turned his head and looked at the door with a frown, after a long time he suddenly opened his eyes wide, and hurriedly trotted towards the door, looked at the homeless man, and asked with some hesitation: "Are you Hanks?" ”

The homeless man looked at Alex with some resentment and shook his head: "Can you not invite me to such a vulgar place in the future?" ”

Cafe vulgarity?

Huo Que wanted to laugh, but suddenly a smile froze on his face, he knew Alex, could it be that the person they had been waiting for for four hours today was this homeless man?

Alex smiled "hehe", and did not feel ashamed to be friends with a homeless man, but felt embarrassed because of the other party's words: "You don't need a phone, and I don't know when you're coming when I send your email, so I have to find an easy place to find, do you want coffee?" ”

"No, you don't." The homeless man shook his hand: "Invite me to a drink." ”

At this time, Huo Que also came to the two of them, glanced at the homeless, Huo Que stretched out his hand: "Hello, I'm Alex's friend Huo Que." ”

The homeless man's hands, which had not been washed for three or five days, did not stretch out: "I know, it is precisely because I watched your "This Man from Earth" that I would not have come today. ”

This is straightforward.

Huo Que smiled bitterly in his heart, it seems that the person in front of him has a greater chance of being a madman.

"Well, since you don't like coffee, let's change places." Alex was so polite to him, Huo Que couldn't help but give him face.

"Of course." The homeless man looked left and right, pointed to a convenience store and said, "Just go there and buy two bottles of bar, and let's change places to sit." ”

Huo Que was about to refuse, but saw Alex winking at him: "I'll buy it, you wait for me." ”