Chapter 564: Bruges
Bruges, in the northwest of Belgium, was one of Europe's largest trading ports in the 14th century, but later the waterways were silted up and even if they were re-dredged, they lost their glory.
The city is surrounded by rivers and alleys, and is known as the Venice of the North. It is named after the large number of medieval buildings, but in fact there is an element of fiction, and a large part of those monuments were imitated in the 19th and 20th centuries.
Belgium is a chaotic language, with Dutch spoken in the economically developed north, French in the economically poor south, and German in a few eastern regions, although English is also spoken.
On March 28th, it was cold.
Chu Qing first took an 11-hour flight to Brussels, and then a 1-hour train ride to Bruges. He was no longer suitable for wearing an overcoat, so he wore a very loose thick coat and carried a bulky suitcase, like a literary uncle who was not confused but was still full of passion.
"What the hell weather!"
Oh, sorry, he decided not to speak the translation tone anymore, so he scolded again: ", it's so cold!" β
After waiting for a few minutes, I saw a car parked at the exit of the station, and it was McDonald who got down. He ran to him in small steps, looked at it carefully, and rarely squeezed out a smile: "Chu, your current image is fantastic!" β
"Thanks, can you open the trunk?" The accent of the thing suddenly became very strange.
"What?" MacDonald was stunned.
"Please open the trunk, I want to load my luggage." Chu Qing slowed down.
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The Englishman was stunned for two seconds before hugging him with a surprise that was several times stronger than just now, and said excitedly: "Chu, you are really a gift from God, I never thought that an Oriental could imitate the Liverpool accent to such an extent!" β
"Well, there's a bit of an Irish accent, actually."
The cargo was a little shy, and squeezed into the co-pilot with great difficulty, but there was no way. European cars are too small.
βYESοΌ You're got a little bit of that flavor, ha! You must have done a lot of homework in the past two months. MacDonald's previous worries were all gone, and he even drove a few points faster.
At the beginning, he asked for an English halfway between the city and the countryside, which was simply clumsy and non-standardized. And Chu Qing rummaged through a lot of information and felt that Liverpool's style was very good.
It's a port city, a mixed mix of Lancaster accents, with Irish and Welsh habits and outside vocabulary imported from the Voyage era. The result is a unique regional language.
For example, think, British Mandarin reads [ΞΈ?? k], Liverpool pronounces [tink], and dontknow, which is pronounced [d?:n?:] and so on.
The English dialect sounds no different to the Chinese, which can compare to the Wen * Zhou dialect that can be coded by the underground party, and the force is simply breaking through the sky.
But you don't know if you don't learn, and you understand how difficult it is when you learn. With Chu Qing's language talent, he can barely do it.
"We're officially on tomorrow and you can walk around, right. Are you visiting Bruges for the first time? MacDonald asked as he drove.
"Well, the climate here doesn't seem to be good, it's a little cool."
He pouted, staring at the damp cobblestone road by the canal.
"It's good if you get used to it. It's a small place, and there are very few motor vehicles, which you can measure with your feet. β
MacDonald turned a corner. After hesitating for a moment, he said: "Chu, I know you have a good temper, but you also know that Colin is a person who can sometimes be very straightforward or make some over-the-top jokes. Well, I want you guys to try to get along as well as possible during the shoot. β
"Of course, you can rest assured."
Chu Qing nodded subtly, no wonder! The director came to pick up people in person, and the original purpose was here!
Colin Farrell's grandson, but he's the guy who has the power to dominate Hollywood's number one bastard. Knowing that he wanted to cooperate, he also deliberately checked it, and the conclusion was just two words: Ya is purely a kind of horse!
Foul-mouthed and hot-tempered was nothing, and in a week he had swallowed 20 ecstasy, 4 grams of cocaine, 4 amphetamine bars, and half an ounce of a mess of nameless drugs, plus twelve bottles of red wine and about seventy beers.
Oh, and he smokes forty cigarettes a day.
The combat power kills the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in seconds, but it's nothing, and the most awesome thing about Ya is the taste of women who are not taboo and young and old. From Demi Moore to Britney, from Rihanna to Angelina Jolie, and even blew himself up on the show in 2013, saying that he had an underground affair with Elizabeth Taylor, who was 44 years older, for two years.
Sure, you could say he's hype, but there's a general truth in Hollywood: the only thing Colin Farrell won't do is.
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Not long after MacDonald opened, he stopped at the door of a hotel, a three-story building with a large spire typical of Gothic. Chu Qing looked all the way, this is estimated to be a very big hotel in Bruges.
"Your room is in 302, if you have something, go to Tessa, you've met." The Englishman instructed to go upstairs first.
He carried a large suitcase to the front desk to register, and then struggled to carry it up the stairs. The stairs were so narrow that it was difficult to squeeze the two fat men side by side, so he could only turn sideways and move sideways like a crab step by step.
It was easy to move to the jogging platform on the second floor, and I heard the sound of footsteps upstairs, and then, an embarrassed buddy with a scruffy beard ran down.
He didn't pay attention, just dodged to the side, but the guy was too fast and slammed into his right shoulder. He didn't have any shit, but his eyebrows shook and blurted out: "FUCK! Get out of the way! β
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Chu Qing frowned slightly, and was about to speak, when he saw the other party and said, "Ha, you are that Chu?" Dude, you're in super shape, but I'm busy right now, see you later! β
When the words fell, the goods flashed upside down.
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This grandson is Colin Farrell, right? It's wonderful! He stood still for a while, thinking that he should not bother with the patient, so he continued to climb the stairs.
The room was a double room, a bed was empty, and the heating was not too hot. Chu Qing first spread the electric blanket, then sorted out the clothes, and when he lifted it, he was forced to do it, all shirts, shirts, shirts, and no shirts.
After all this, he went to the window and looked at the street scene.
There are two squares in the center of Bruges: the Grand Market and the Borg. All the services are located here, and further around the area, there is a great way to visit.
The hotel is near the Borg Plaza, in a good location, and I saw a few women sitting in front of their house from a distance, weaving a nice tablecloth.
"Knock knock!"
At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside.
He looked over, but it was the producer Tessa Ross, and said with a smile: "Chu, I heard that you are here and got you a shooting schedule." β
"Oh, thank you!"
Chu Qing stepped aside and said, "You come in and sit down." β
"No, I still have something to do, by the way, have you seen Colin?"
"Well, I've seen him, and he seems to be in a hurry."
"In a hurry? Please, it's not going to drink yet! β
Tessa unabashedly hated it, muttering, "He probably forgot about being taken to the hospital...... Well, we'll see you in the evening, then. β
"Okay, bye-bye!"
Sending Tessa away, Chu Qing squinted for a while, didn't sleep, just slowed down his energy.
In the evening, he had dinner with everyone, and he knew each other. Including the heroine Creemen Posey, and Scala Rut, who plays the hostess of the inn.
Both of these are European actresses, and they are quite familiar with him.
And until after seven o'clock, Colin Farrell had not returned. MacDonald was very unhappy, but there was no way, the grandson's virtue was well known.
A rookie director and a Hollywood big name are not equal in themselves.
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"Whew!"
In the room, the lamp was on, and Chu Qing put down the book "A Brief History of European Art" and twisted his stiff neck.
Because Ken is a killer who loves culture and art, he also has to be edified, "Overview of European Architectural History" has been read, and he is currently working on this book.
The effect is quite obvious, what Flender, Hans Memlin, the Holy Blood Church, the expert can't be an expert, it's OK to fool Fan Xiaoye.
He clipped the bookmark and looked at the time again, nine twenty o'clock. Not sooner, not too late, the main thing is that there is no sleepiness.
"Tsk!"
The thing was brewing for two minutes and decided to go out for a walk.
The town looked beautiful and blurry at night, and he followed the dim lights of Borg Square to the west to the adjacent market. Here stands a bell tower with a 46-bell carillon, a landmark of Bruges.
It's much more lively, with more than a dozen open-air shops at the foot of the bell tower, and locals and tourists occupying every table. Chu Qing set up half a table, and a family of three sat together, like Americans.
The shop sells wine, drinks and specialties, and he asked for a cheese, ham, and lettuce and a glass of beer for a late-night snack.
The so-called endive is commonly known as endive in China, and it is found in many places. The Northeast is mainly eaten raw, fried with egg sauce or meat sauce, a handful of watery endive, and then a bowl of sorghum rice, which is simply a complete life.
But in Belgium, it's wrapped in ham, drizzled with a weird sauce and covered with a layer of melted cheese...... Sweet or not, salty or not, bitter or not bitter, that is called a sour and refreshing.
Chu Qing is the best at this, never waste food, no matter how unpalatable it is, he can gnaw on it. He munched and looked around, occasionally looking up at the bell tower.
It is said that there are more than 300 staircases, which are very, very high.
"Did you go up?" The fat uncle at the same table suddenly asked.
"Not yet, I think it's going to be a problem."
"Me neither, I've been here for two days, and my child has been upside down." The uncle shrugged.
Hey, don't you look empathetic? Although I'm a fat man now, I used to be a serious mermaid line male god!
Chu Qing snorted twice and turned her head arrogantly......
"Smack!"
At this moment, there was a crisp sound of glass breaking from nowhere. He was startled, and hurriedly looked around, and finally saw five or six men surrounded by the door of the bar diagonally opposite.
The circle outside was full of tall and muscular men, in stark contrast to the thick-eyed Xiaoxin who was blocked inside. (To be continued.) )