In the restaurant of the Mayflower Hotel in Los Angeles, several men at the dining table stood up and saluted the approaching lady with a smile. She was wearing a tight long dress with a big red dress, and the snow-white and red dress with an chrysanthemum petals on her chest brought amazing beauty and pride: "Good evening, Ms. Kelly."

"Good evening, gentlemen." Grace smiled gracefully: "I'm sorry, am I late?"

"No, we arrived too early." A man with a medium figure and a beard pulled open the chair for her: "Please sit."

"Thank you, Mr. Chaplin."

"Charlie! Please call me Charlie."

"Okay, Charlie." Grace was so kind: "You guys, gentlemen, about this film, I have seen the script Albert brought me. In this western film, I am the plot arrangement. As a female lead, do I have too few roles? Even from the perspective of a western film?"

Several men present smiled at each other: "Miss Kelly, please believe us. In a western film like "Noon", we have arranged more scenes for you as much as possible, but... the content and length of the film determines that we cannot waste more time on the relationship between you and the sheriff played by Mr. Cooper. In fact, it seems that there is never a precedent in the western film that the heroine saves the male sheriff in this way!"

Grace knows this person, he is Ferred Kinneyman, the director of the movie "Noon", which she is about to take on, and is one of the famous directors in Hollywood. She dare not be too rude to such a person: "If this is the case, it seems that I don't have many choices?"

Fered took out his pipe, lit it with a lighter, and took a deep breath: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid that this is indeed the case."

For some reason, as long as you see someone smoking in front of you, Grace will think of the strange Japanese and shook her head randomly: "Okay, if that's the case, I agree."

"Really? That's great!" Fred put down his pipe and stood up to reach out to Grace: "Welcome to join."

Grace held him and sat down and picked up the pipe. The doubt in her heart couldn't stop: "Mr. Kinneyman, I have a question to ask you."

"Of course, my dear. What is it?"

"Although I also smoke, shouldn't I ask the opinions of the ladies present before men smoke?"

"Wow!" Kinnimanku. Zhang put down his pipe and stood up again: "I'm so rude to ask for your forgiveness, am I really rude, right?"

Even with Grace's calmness and elegance, she was angry at the other party's nude sarcasm. She wanted to leave like this, but she felt it was inappropriate, but her face was not very good. Several men did not notice her abnormality. After smiling for a while, they picked up the menu and started ordering.

Charlie Chaplin in life has two biggest differences with him in the movie: the first is that it is not that funny, and the second is that it is not as sloppy as the characters he plays. On the contrary, he is an extremely serious, serious, and extremely self-disciplined person. His seriousness and responsibility for work and his inherent elegance and nobility have made him love the majority of audiences, but these people do not include some politicians. His persecution of him - at least in the eyes of the Chinese - was accompanied by this master's life, whether political or cultural. His compassionate attitude towards the suffering of human nature also annoyed some people, and finally ended up leaving the second hometown of the United States.

Looking at the lady's gloomy face, although he didn't know why, as a gentleman, it was necessary to make the female companion sitting with him feel happy. He gave the girl who was in a daze, and used a fork to raise a piece of bread, and performed a strange duck step on the dining table!

Looking at his casual expression deliberately pretending, coupled with the cute and ridiculous duck step, Grace smiled and said, "Hehe!"

Charlie put down his fork: "The biggest consequence of doing this is that no one will be willing to taste the bread again."

Grace choked in her throat with a sip of wine, and quickly grabbed the napkin and wiped the corners of her mouth: "Thank you, Charlie, you made me feel the long-lost happiness!"

"You're welcome." Charlie smiled and picked up the wine glass: "Why do you have such a problem?"

"Eh?" Grace was stunned for a moment and immediately reacted: "In fact, there is no special reason. I remember when I was in New York, I met a Japanese... I couldn't even be considered a Japanese who was a friend, but..."

"What, is there anything inconvenient to say?"

"Ah, no, it's not like that." Grace calmed down her mind, and met and met Ai Fei again and again. Later, he said everything about his rudeness to himself, and finally said: "It seems that I have entered a vicious circle and always use this kind of etiquette that may only exist in Eastern people to demand others. Even every time I meet with others, I feel that this is the most basic politeness! Isn't this... very confusing?"

"..." As she said, Charlie kept listening silently. When she finished speaking, the old man nodded slowly: "Mr. Ike? It seems..."

“He is a fashion designer.”

"Oh, I remembered it! I once heard someone mention his name." Charlie smiled slightly: "After all, we still rarely have access to Japanese people in our lives, right?"

“………?”

"The advice I can give you is very simple, that is, I agree with this..."

"Ike."

"Yes, Mr. Ike's standard, respect for ladies should not only be about opening the seats in the restaurant for her, putting the coats in the clothes storage room for her, and not opening the car door for you and helping you enter. It's the feeling of connecting countless small things in life. Of course, I'm not saying that the above events are not needed, but just these are not enough, do you understand?"

"No, sorry, Charlie, I don't understand."

"It's very simple." Chaplin smiled and stroked the back of her hand: "Grace, dear, even a man like me has great desire for a woman like you! Believe me, if the brains of all men you know, if they are normal, when they see you, they want to be with you forever and have you completely. Don't be blinded by any illusion. What they let you see is just what you want you to see." He picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "Can you understand if I say this?"

Grace's tough facial lines were a little twisted, and she couldn't believe her ears: "Charlie, Mr. Chaplin, you mean, all the polite men who act with me actually just want to sleep with me in their hearts?!"

"Reality is cruel, huh?"

Grace's eyes looked at the people around her. As soon as everyone's eyes were in contact with her, they would naturally avoid it: "……………God! How could this happen?"

Sitting in a wide seat, Grace kept recalling what Charlie said to herself in her mind. How could this be like this? The secret of a woman's survival is to be with a man? God, is this too cruel? Is it because of her own efforts, her own struggles, her own way out of her home, to New York, and to Los Angeles just for the last purpose?

"Robby?"

"Ah? Yes, ma'am? Is there any problem?"

"If, I mean, if...if...if my question makes you feel uncomfortable, please pretend that I haven't asked."

Robbie nodded in a nausea, "Okay...ma's."

"Have you ever thought that one day you'd get a chance to sleep with me?"

Robbie's handsome and fair face instantly turned bloody red, and his speech stuttered: "Please... forgive me, Miss Kelly, everything I did... is just there, just there, no... absolutely no one knows..."

Grace sneered and waved her hand: "I don't care what you have done behind my back, and I don't want to know, answer my question!"

"I...I can't sprinkle..." As the sweaty eyes of the man in the front passenger seat slipped off his forehead, Grace's heart felt a rare pleasure: "What is it?"

"Yes, I can't lie!" Robbie finally plucked up the courage: "Since the first day I saw you, I have fallen in love with you! For me, as long as I can stand by you and smell the body fragrance emitted from your hair, I can feel that any fatigue and hardship are nothing! I am willing to spend my whole life protecting you and loving you!"

Grace's eyes gradually softened: "Answer my question just now."

"No, Miss Kelly, I really want to be with you like this, but never have any other...for example, get your ideas. I think, even so, I'm much happier than many others!"

"Robbie, you're a very good person..."

"Oh god, don't come again!"

"Um?"

"Every time it's the same, Robbie, I know you're a good man... wait and wait! Do you know how many girls have said the same thing to me like you?"

Faced with such a speech, Grace really didn't know how to explain it. After a while, she finally thought of a sentence for her: "So... is anyone asking you to watch a movie when they break up with you?"

Robbie burst out laughing: "Never happened!"

Looking at his youthful face, thinking of Charlie's words tonight, for some reason, the young man's face flashed in front of Grace's eyes again.
Chapter completed!