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Steven Moffat sat in place and frowned and thought for a while. What Mark Gattis was saying wasn't heard at all, "Hey, silly, what are you thinking?"

"What?" Steven Moffat then reacted, "What did you say just now?"

"I'm talking about trying to find Evan Bell to play the eleventh Doctor Who, and you're in a daze," Mark Gattis repeated.

"Yes, Evan Bell." Steven Moffat was still immersed in his thoughts and mechanically repeated the general name.

Mark Gattis couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Your pig's head, don't tell me you don't know who Evan Bell is." His friend in front of him really looked mentally ill at this time, "Didn't you smoke a cigarette just now? There is no other one. Even if you have to smoke, at least wait until we arrive in Cardiff. Otherwise, Tina will not allow you to bring the cigarette out next time."

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" A ray of light flashed in Steven Moffat's head, and he stood up, startled Mark Gattis, and then Steven Moffat walked straight towards the young man who had just shared coffee with them. Mark Gattis thought his friend was going to buy him with coffee again, "Hey, you forgot the cup." But after saying this, he realized his task, "Coffee is not equal to cigarettes!" Mark Gattis didn't say anything else, thinking that he saw Steven Moffat had walked in front of the young man.

This time the young man noticed the arrival of Steven Moffat because Steven Moffat came over relatively quickly, causing a gust of wind, and Mark Gatis's voice made a sound in the quiet car.

"Do you still need coffee?" The young man seemed to hear Mark Gatis' words, and his face was filled with a sunny smile. It can be seen that he was in a good mood. However, travelers like young people who wandered around with backpacks have this good mood that is brighter than the sun. The vastness of nature often allows them to have open-mindedness that urban living people do not have. "Although I don't have much left, there is still a portion to provide a cup."

The young man opened his thermos and was confirming that he was obviously a generous person.

But Steven Moffat did not speak, nor turned back to get the cup, but sat down in the empty seat opposite the young man. "I just said why you look so familiar? It's all because your coffee tastes so good, which made me feel uneasy just now. I can't concentrate." The young man in front of him put down the thermos cup and looked at Steven Moffat openly, which allowed Steven Moffat to look at the young man in front of him seriously. "Who could have thought that the people who were discussing in the news media were actually on the train to Cardiff? I remember seeing it yesterday in the news, didn't you say you were in Mozambique?"

The young man didn't say anything. He just looked at Steven Moffat with a smile, without admitting or denying, without surprise or quibbling, and just looked at it calmly. This made Steven Moffat suddenly feel a little confused, and his words couldn't help but hesitate, "If my presbyopia has not deepened, you should be Evan Bell. You are Evan Bell!" In the last sentence, Steven Moffat also strengthened his tone, as if he wanted to confirm his guess.

The young man finally spoke, but it was not the answer Steven Moffat wanted. "Many people have said this." There was no certainty or no denial, just a specious answer.

Steven Moffat was stunned, but then he finally reacted. Regardless of whether Evan Bell was or not, one thing was OK. Bell did not want his whereabouts to be promoted everywhere.

In the past month, Evan Bell's footprints have spread throughout the African continent. He participated in a volunteer activity organized by the Red Cross and stayed in Mozambique for nearly 40 days, where he helped the locals build a disease prevention center. But Evan Bell never deliberately showed his whereabouts. Until an Italian journalist accidentally discovered Evan Bell's existence. His news was only publicized through the Internet. But soon, the volunteer activity organized by the Red Cross came to an end. Evan Bell also left Mozambique, and his whereabouts were once again suspicious.

After understanding this, Steven Moffat couldn't help but show a sudden enlightenment. He didn't mention Evan Bell anymore, but said with a smile, "No matter what, I still have to thank your coffee. This has saved my difficulties from both my friends and me."

The young man in front of him was Evan Bell. After leaving Africa, he arrived in Glasgow, Scotland at the beginning of this week, and then headed south without entering London. He diverted to Wales near Manchester and took the train to Cardiff today. After washing away the dust from Africa, Evan Bell's whole spirit was polished a lot.

Everyone says that Africa has countless suffering people, hoping to contribute to those in dire straits, but only after truly reaching the land can we know what kind of life it is. Everyone in the whole village has only a small pond - a small pond with an area of ​​no more than 60 square feet. Everyone in the village needs to use the turbid water of this pond to provide all the water for daily use, eating, drinking, bathing, and washing... This is not accurate, because strictly speaking, taking a bath here is a luxury. Parasites are not a disease in most countries and regions at all, but they will take away the lives of children here.

No wonder people say that charity can never stop. Although Evan Bell is not a savior, he can do his best to help.

"It's just a cup of coffee. As long as you don't ask for my only thermos, I think it's hard for me to refuse this simple help." Evan Bell said with a smile. He did not deliberately hide his whereabouts, but he didn't want to publicize it everywhere. More often, Evan Bell is an ordinary backpacker, leaving footsteps in every corner of the world and watching the scenery along the way.

At this time, Mark Gattis also came over. When he saw his friend sitting down, he couldn't help but feel strange. Naturally, he followed him, "Oh, Grass Mud Horse, you are..." Mark Gattis' first reaction was also very surprised when he saw Evan Bell. Anyone would have such an unexpected reaction, but Steven Moffat stopped Mark Gattis's words, "Hey, Mark. This is the guy who just shared coffee with us..."

Steven Moffat looked at Evan Bell, as if he wanted to ask the other party "What do you call it?" Evan Bell smiled and said, "Warson." More often, in order to save trouble, Evan Bell used his middle name to make friends, which avoided a lot of explanations. Moreover, there was no problem of lying and fabricating his identity, nor could it be said that he was insincere.

"Warson." Steven Moffat repeated, then looked at his friend and gave a wink.

Mark Gattis was stunned for a moment, and then he realized, "Watson, is it the Watson of John H Watson?"

Evan Bell laughed, "Yes, my mother's favorite is Sherlock Holmes."

Mark Gattis also sat down opposite Evan Bale, "Then you should be called Holmes." Although he still didn't figure out the situation, it did not prevent him from having a relationship with Evan Bale.

"That's too ostentatious, isn't it?" Evan Bell laughed. He thought that if Teddy Bell's name was "Solmes Bell", it would be a very funny situation. "Do you still need coffee? I have the last one left here." Evan Bell pointed to his thermos.

Mark Gatis immediately reacted, "Of course, of course. I'll get my cup." After that, Mark Gatis couldn't wait to return to his position and took the cup over. "Only Jesus knows how much I need coffee. Especially when I started to conceive the script."

"Tell me." Evan Bell poured half a cup of coffee into Mark Gattis' cup, and then said with a smile. "My remaining." Steven Moffat, who was sitting next to him, pointed at his neck. "What about me?" Evan Bell shrugged, "Sorry, sir." This sarcastic statement made Mark Gattis laugh proudly. Evan Bell placed the thermos on the table. "When I work, coffee can always help."

Steven Moffat looked over Evan Bell's gaze and saw the draft on his desktop with a series of musical notes written on it, soaring freely on the stave. Unfortunately, Steven Moffat couldn't understand the stave notes, so he couldn't know what kind of melody it was.

"Are you writing a script recently?" Evan Bell looked at Mark Gatis and asked.

Mark Gattis subconsciously cast his sight at Steven Moffat. The two of them were discussing the candidate for the eleventh Doctor Who, but now they have encountered this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, "Yes, 'Doctor Who', have you seen it?"

"Of course, are there anyone in the British Isles who don't know about this TV series?" Evan Bell's accent was an authentic London accent, so this sentence seemed very appropriate. "But I have been traveling recently and haven't watched what I came out this year."

"Photography is being filmed." Mark Gattisley said, "but obviously the speed of writing scripts is always not as fast as the shooting speed." This made Evan Bell smile. "We are still discussing recently that if David doesn't play Doctor Who, who else is suitable? Do you have any special ideas?" After saying that, Mark Gattis seemed to realize that his problem was a bit rash, so he added, "I mean, as an audience."

Please double monthly tickets tomorrow, hehe.
Chapter completed!