Chapter 991 Quentin and Queenie

Quentin's voice is clear and mellow, and his pronunciation is slightly stuck when he speaks English. This accent makes his pronunciation sound soft and lovely.

"Zayde, a native of the Dragon Kingdom." Qin Jue held his hand and smiled back, "Are you a local?"

Quentin was glad that she had brought up the topic, and he chuckled and shook his head.

"I'm from Axelop." He was talking about a country located in the middle of the EU federation.

Then he asked: "Can I enjoy your work in the theater?"

"'Rain of the Day'. I think there are not many Dragon Kingdom films participating in this Venazzola Film Festival." Qin Jue said bluntly, "What about you?"

"Searching for Uloda."

Quentin said it in Onelian and English respectively, "It is a remake of a movie. You may have heard of this name."

Qin Jue pondered. While thinking, the waiter passed by. She took down two glasses of light orange fruit wine and handed one to Quentin.

"The Dream of Venazzola?"

"Correct." Quentin smiled and gently bumped Qin Jue's wine glass with his own goblet, lowering the rim of the glass in the process.

Qin Jue did not ignore his politeness, responded with a smile, and took a sip of wine.

Reproduction is different from remake. The latter has certain independent adaptation rights, while the former is to reproduce some classic works as authentically as possible. "The Dream of Venazzola" is an old Blue Star movie. Thinking of its plot and characters, Qin was not surprised that Quentin Quentin would star in its remake.

As for the matter of concluding that Quentin Visconti is an actor without asking - anyone with eyes can see that it is a pity that such a good-looking person does not appear on the giant screen. Qin Jue is certainly not stupid. , Quentin too.

The two chatted and strolled. Because they were similar in stature and appearance, the scene was very pleasing to the eye. Even if the other guests returned to socializing, they couldn't help but turn their heads and take a second look from time to time. Qin Jue maintained a proper smile and guided Kun. Ting Xiao circled around twice before finally shaking off all the eyes that were glued to the two of them.

By this time they had arrived at another balcony garden.

After chatting for a few words, Qin Jue took the initiative to hand over the control of the topic to Quentin:

"So, my new friend I just met not long ago, what do you want from me?"

Quentin's face showed a hint of confusion at first, then he opened his eyes slightly and gave a shy smile.

"Zayde." He asked in a straightforward tone that didn't suit his current mood, "Are you single now?"

For a moment, Qin Jue almost crushed the slender goblet between his fingers.

She was speechless, and it took a long time before she said, "I'm sorry, my lover and I have a deep relationship."

Quentin didn't hide it, showing obvious disappointment: "Oh, okay."

After Qin Jue was reborn, it was the first time in reality that a man confessed her love to her face to face, but she did not back away, that was too offensive. Besides, Quentin didn't show any covetousness or eagerness. Although it was a bit disgusting for him to say this - Qin Jue felt that he was more like a simple child chasing beautiful things. The way he looked at Qin Jue was the same as looking at the shells on the beach and in the window. The crystal ball is no different.

"You don't want to tell me that you fell in love with me at first sight?" Qin Jue said half-jokingly.

"Yes. You are so beautiful." Quentin, who was rejected by his courtship, replied with a generous smile, "and your charm is very special."

Qin Jue had the illusion that he was coaxing a child, so he smiled and shook his head: "Okay, thank you for your compliment."

The sudden episode did not affect the harmonious atmosphere of the conversation between the two. Quentin and Qin Jue talked about his own term "First Encounter with the Magnetic Field". Qin Jue teased that in the Dragon Kingdom, there is a term called "seeing lust". Quentin was helpless. Laughing and sighing:

"You're right, but I am attracted to men with outstanding appearance and temperament."

He spoke so candidly that Qin couldn't help but smile.

She concentrated her senses and quickly checked to see if there was anyone nearby waiting to eavesdrop. After confirming that it was safe, she shook the remaining fruit wine and smiled:

"Naive Quentin, you are mistaken."

"Why do you say that)?"

Facing those ignorant sea-blue eyes, Qin Jue blinked equally calmly: "Because I am actually a woman."

Quentin was stunned. Just when Qin Jue was thinking about whether to call him back to his senses, she noticed that the child suddenly exuded a more intimate and eager aura.

With a "swish" sound, Quentin stepped forward and held Qin Jue's hand that was not holding the wine glass, his eyes shining:

"What a coincidence, so am I!"

Qin Jue:?

She slowly typed a question mark.

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"Oh, OK, I understand. So you are a transgender person who is biologically male and identifies as female."

A few minutes later, on the swing in the balcony garden, Qin Jue nodded gently.

Not long ago, she almost had a transgender misunderstanding when she explained to Tutu that she was a woman. She didn't expect to meet someone so soon.

Quentin turned his head slightly to look at Qin Jue's Adam's apple: "There are always things in the world that are counterproductive, and people's desires are not the same."

"That's right." Qin Jue exchanged a small part of the secret with him, leaning on the armrest with one hand and laughing, "My mother would be very happy for you and me to swap bodies."

"Don't say that, her expectations are her business." Quentin comforted.

"Queenie, you are so kind." Qin Jue smiled lazily and called her friend by her female name.

Quentin was about to laugh and be annoyed: "The name is too hasty!"

Qin Jue laughed at him.

"What are your future plans?" Qin Jue asked warmly.

Quentin sighed: "To be honest, I don't know. My stepmother understands me, but not completely - she thinks that with such a face and such a body, there is no need for separate surgery."

Qin Jue empathized with his helpless headache. Indeed, Quentin was so beautiful that it was difficult to tell whether he was male or female. Except for certain organs, the concept of gender was completely blurred in front of his beauty. It seemed very "overkill" to perform a sex change surgery.

"Mr. Vincent can understand my feelings." Quentin was talking about the director of "Searching for Uloda", "but he is concerned about the pain of the operation. He doesn't think I can bear it-and, well, I am also worried that the artificial repaired body cannot be compared with the natural body. Seeking the true self is both a dream and a fear for me."

"I often wonder if I should give up transgenderism, accept my innate body and gender, and strive to make psychological identity and physical body harmonious and unified, so that at least I don't have to suffer from mental torture anymore."

He said in a slightly complaining tone, "But it's hard for me to tell whether this is 'correct' or 'compromise'..."

"Take your time." Qin Jue, who had always listened to him attentively, comforted him, "Too many people spend their entire lives looking for answers in their hearts. You are still young and have plenty of time to explore, hesitate and waver."

Quentin smiled with his lips pursed, and his cheeks bulged into two small balls, showing a simple cuteness.

"Thank you." His eyes were full of gratitude.

Qin Jue gave her encouraging eyes in return. The next moment, she saw a figure from the corner of her eyes, which made her smile freeze on her face, and the curve of her mouth quickly retreated.

She turned her head and looked into the hall.

"What?" Quentin followed Qin Jue's gaze.

"...Why is he here?" Qin Jue muttered to himself in confusion, with both worry and vigilance.

Her reaction was not unreasonable. Because not far away, a slender but strong gentleman in a black suit walked into the exquisite inner banquet hall with an unquestionable momentum. He had a pair of mean-looking brown eyes, a very obvious bead on his upper lip, and when his lips were tightly pursed, he looked like an eagle's beak, and with this exquisite outfit, he looked like a polite bandit.

"Little Madman", Frandy Feng.

Brother Jue met cakes and bombs at the same time when he went abroad.