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Edith-Hall looked down at her black wide-leg suit trousers and white shirt with vertical stripes. She struggled and hesitated for a moment, but after all she raised her head in annoyance and sighed, "Oh!" , Grinds his teeth viciously, then picked up the red wine glass on the balcony, grumbled, but did not move slowly, quickly packed his handbag, and quickly left the box.
He walked to the next door, knocked on the door panel, and then cautiously pushed open the door of the room, and then felt the sight of the entire box projected over.
At this time, there were four people sitting in the box. In the center is a couple, one man on each side.
The couple seemed to be about forty years old and dressed up. The lady even wore a small lady's hat, but the style and fabric were a bit old and could not keep up with the recent London trend; Near the side of the stage was a little boy, about eleven or twelve years old, dressed in a suit and bow tie, demonstrating gentlemanly demeanor, while sitting on the side far from the stage was a familiar face.
Edith raised his red wine glass politely and greeted freely, "Good afternoon. Sir and madam."
Then, Edith's eyes caught the young man on his left. He took the initiative to stand up, but in his early twenties, a navy blue suit with a pearl white shirt, with a cool and arrogant temperament. The deep blue ice at the bottom of the Arctic Ocean is clean and clear.
Meeting the confused gaze of the other party, Edith motioned with one eye, and the two walked to the open space near the door. She explained in a low voice, "Is there still room in your box? Arthur sent a red alert just now, George With the Marquis of Dublin on his way here."
Catching the other's frowning eyebrows, Edith rolled her eyes directly, "Yes, you heard that right, Baron George Hall, he is on his way to the Almeida Theater. Ha! Ha!" Ren's laughter was full of irony, "In this game, Lan Li finally had the last laugh, but this is not unusual, is it? He has never been a stubborn guy."
The smile at the corner of his mouth lifted slightly, and a trace of envy flowed through his eyes. The four children of the Hall family always think that Elf is the happiest one. Not only can they engage in the occupation of their choice, but they also win the attention and respect of their family members; but in fact, it is Lan Li. It has always been Lan Li, because he has something they didn't really understand: freedom.
"But, **** it. He can choose to come at any time, but he chose today." Edith thought about it, still feeling angry.
She ran back to London sneakily, chose an ordinary working day, and came to the Almeida Theater to watch "Les Miserables"-definitely not specifically to join in, but to take some photos in the background to see if there are No magazines are interested. Work, she came for work.
In the end, she ran into George; and, she was dressed in the style of a capable and strong woman. If George saw it, she would have to spend some time talking.
"At least, you didn't put on smoky makeup today." The young man standing in front of him said faintly, which made Edith roll her eyes again and vomit, "You are not Lan Li, and these words are a little humorous. There is no sense, only irony and embarrassment."
The other party didn't mind, just shrugged, "I'm not kidding."
Edith choked in her throat with a sigh of relief, and then looked at the young man who was not getting in. She gave him a heavy belly with her right elbow without warning, and smiled triumphantly, "I can't deal with Lan. Li, there is no problem dealing with you." Why did she forget that Lan Li’s group of friends, all of them were damaged by Lan Li, and must use strong means.
Then, Edith picked up her red wine glass gracefully-the red wine in it was still calm, "Matthew, it looks like your box can fit a person, how about it? I'm here to enjoy the performance today. ?"
Matthew Dunlop stood up straight, inhaled a little hard, the tight muscles relieved the pain, and looked at Edith helplessly, "Do you need to sit in my position? Or shall we withdraw to the second row?"
The box can accommodate up to seven people, which can be divided into two rows to sit in front and back. The stage can also be collected in the eyes; as for the butler or the guard standing at the door, they can also see it.
"The second row is fine." Edith said flatly.
Matthew opened the door of the box, raised his hand for a gesture, and the staff walked up quickly and confessed the matter in a low voice; when he raised his head, George and Richard appeared in the corridor, Matthew He didn't dodge, but stayed where he was, politely greeted and greeted a few words, but Richard was anxious to watch the play—the real literal sense of the play, so he said goodbye to each other immediately.
Back in the box, Matthew saw Edith's shiny eyes, full of curiosity and anticipation, "Well, is George's face terrible?"
"In front of the Marquis of Dublin, George behaved very decently." Matthew said coldly, seemingly reluctant to gossip, and then he noticed Edith's frustration and disappointment.
But involuntarily, Matthew thought that Renly was likely to meet George in the box today, especially in the presence of Richard, and it would be a torment for George by then. Thinking of this, Matthew seemed to understand Edith's mentality.
"Matthew, is the Marquis of Dublin here? Should we go over and say hello?" The man who sat in the position and never spoke, stood up and interrupted the conversation between Matthew and Edith. Asked.
Edith couldn't help but frowned slightly—everyone likes to listen to the corner, and the nobles are no exception. The gossip in the corner is bound to be maddening, but they don’t say it in person so loudly. The gossip itself is small and exposed. It is impolite to hear your own eavesdropping action.
But Matthew's self-cultivation was very good. He talked with the couple for a while, and then led them and the little boy to the next box to greet George and Richard.
After waiting for a while, Matthew came back alone. He noticed Edith’s gaze, and he explained, “They need to stay for a while and come back before the opening.” It seemed that he realized Edith’s curiosity, Ma. Xiu took the initiative to add, "They are all ordinary office workers, white-collar workers sitting in the office. Apart from the baron title, they have nothing and live in Cardiff."
Cardiff is the capital of Wales, a simple interpretation is: far away from the upper social circle of London, thousands of miles away.
"Henry is pursuing their daughter. It should have been Henry's company today. They hope to take their young son to enjoy this play, but..." Matthew shrugged, without further explanation, the meaning was clear enough. Up.
Edith closed her jaw and said that she understood that she did not continue to dwell on this topic. The staff had just moved the chairs over, Edith and Matthew sat down in the second row, "What about your job in New York? Doesn't it matter? You should be back on the night of the premiere?"
"Yes, I've been back for a month." Matthew replied succinctly.
"Jesus Christ, you just come back to London like this. Are you sure there is no problem with your company?" Edith's eyes widened, but before Matthew could answer, she waved her hand, as if she already knew the answer-
Since childhood, Lanly’s friends have always been like this. The group of them gathered together in a bustling hustle and bustle. Lan Li didn't seem to be the center, but just an ordinary member; but as long as Lan Li raised his arms and shouted, they were willing to gather quickly. I thought it was my brother's loyalty when I was young and frivolous, but after I left school, this friendship was still maintained.
"Why?" Edith simply changed her question and said curiously.
There was a smile in Matthew's eyes, "Edith, you are sitting in the VIP box of the Almeida Theater." Even Edith herself was like this. She also asked Matthew "why", this question. It seems not very accurate.
Edith opened her mouth, unable to refute it, and finally said stiffly, "I'm just for work today."
Matthew did not refute, or even extraneous expressions and movements, as if he had accepted Edith's statement. However, this kind of response made Edith a little bit aggrieved. She picked up the red wine glass and took a sulky sip, which was a little relief.
"You know what, Heather Cross is dead." Without warning, Matthew opened his mouth. Edith was slightly stunned, but didn't know how to answer. Then Matthew continued, "I always have one. This is a ridiculous illusion, maybe, that is the only person in the world who really understands Lanli."
Heather, the girl who got stuck on the hospital bed because of illness, the girl who stranded her dreams because of a terminal illness. Before she and Lan Li, there is nothing in common. If you are forced to talk about dreams~www.novelhall.com~ There are too many people in the world who have dreams; it can even be said that she and Lan Li are completely different. Two individuals.
Matthew turned his head, his silent eyes flashed with a smile, "It's ridiculous, I know." But his eyes didn't shake or joke.
While talking, the box door opened again, and the couple and the boy came back again. Less than a minute after Anan sat down, the lights dimmed and the performance began.
Edith retracted her gaze and looked at the stage in front of her. Gradually, she was in a daze. Following the lights and music, her thoughts entered the world described by Victor Hugo and fell on the figure of the actor.
In three hours, six hours, the passage of time began to lose its meaning, and every audience was immersed in it. The magnificent and majestic waves made every soul so small, following the ups and downs of the historical picture scroll, to the extent that At the end of the performance, there is no way to vent the passionate emotions, and can only follow the instinct/instinct: stand up and applaud.
Edith stood up, slapped her hands vigorously, and involuntarily slammed out, "Damn God. He is such a genius of his/mother."
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Edith-Hall looked down at her black wide-leg suit trousers and white shirt with vertical stripes. She struggled and hesitated for a moment, but after all she raised her head in annoyance and sighed, "Oh!" , Grinds his teeth viciously, then picked up the red wine glass on the balcony, grumbled, but did not move slowly, quickly packed his handbag, and quickly left the box.
He walked to the next door, knocked on the door panel, and then cautiously pushed open the door of the room, and then felt the sight of the entire box projected over.
At this time, there were four people sitting in the box. In the center is a couple, one man on each side.
The couple seemed to be about forty years old and dressed up. The lady even wore a small lady's hat, but the style and fabric were a bit old and could not keep up with the recent London trend; Near the side of the stage was a little boy, about eleven or twelve years old, dressed in a suit and bow tie, demonstrating gentlemanly demeanor, while sitting on the side far from the stage was a familiar face.
Edith raised his red wine glass politely and greeted freely, "Good afternoon. Sir and madam."
Then, Edith's eyes caught the young man on his left. He took the initiative to stand up, but in his early twenties, a navy blue suit with a pearl white shirt, with a cool and arrogant temperament. The deep blue ice at the bottom of the Arctic Ocean is clean and clear.
Meeting the confused gaze of the other party, Edith motioned with one eye, and the two walked to the open space near the door. She explained in a low voice, "Is there still room in your box? Arthur sent a red alert just now, George With the Marquis of Dublin on his way here."
Catching the other's frowning eyebrows, Edith rolled her eyes directly, "Yes, you heard that right, Baron George Hall, he is on his way to the Almeida Theater. Ha! Ha!" Ren's laughter was full of irony, "In this game, Lan Li finally had the last laugh, but this is not unusual, is it? He has never been a stubborn guy."
The smile at the corner of his mouth lifted slightly, and a trace of envy flowed through his eyes. The four children of the Hall family always think that Elf is the happiest one. Not only can they engage in the occupation of their choice, but they also win the attention and respect of their family members; but in fact, it is Lan Li. It has always been Lan Li, because he has something they didn't really understand: freedom.
"But, **** it. He can choose to come at any time, but he chose today." Edith thought about it, still feeling angry.
She ran back to London sneakily, chose an ordinary working day, and came to the Almeida Theater to watch "Les Miserables"-definitely not specifically to join in, but to take some photos in the background to see if there are No magazines are interested. Work, she came for work.
In the end, she ran into George; and, she was dressed in the style of a capable and strong woman. If George saw it, she would have to spend some time talking.
"At least, you didn't put on smoky makeup today." The young man standing in front of him said faintly, which made Edith roll her eyes again and vomit, "You are not Lan Li, and these words are a little humorous. There is no sense, only irony and embarrassment."
The other party didn't mind, just shrugged, "I'm not kidding."
Edith choked in her throat with a sigh of relief, and then looked at the young man who was not getting in. She gave him a heavy belly with her right elbow without warning, and smiled triumphantly, "I can't deal with Lan. Li, there is no problem dealing with you." Why did she forget that Lan Li’s group of friends, all of them were damaged by Lan Li, and must use strong means.
Then, Edith picked up her red wine glass gracefully-the red wine in it was still calm, "Matthew, it looks like your box can fit a person, how about it? I'm here to enjoy the performance today. ?"
Matthew Dunlop stood up straight, inhaled a little hard, the tight muscles relieved the pain, and looked at Edith helplessly, "Do you need to sit in my position? Or shall we withdraw to the second row?"
The box can accommodate up to seven people, which can be divided into two rows to sit in front and back. The stage can also be collected in the eyes; as for the butler or the guard standing at the door, they can also see it.
"The second row is fine." Edith said flatly.
Matthew opened the door of the box, raised his hand for a gesture, and the staff walked up quickly and confessed the matter in a low voice; when he raised his head, George and Richard appeared in the corridor, Matthew He didn't dodge, but stayed where he was, politely greeted and greeted a few words, but Richard was anxious to watch the play—the real literal sense of the play, so he said goodbye to each other immediately.
Back in the box, Matthew saw Edith's shiny eyes, full of curiosity and anticipation, "Well, is George's face terrible?"
"In front of the Marquis of Dublin, George behaved very decently." Matthew said coldly, seemingly reluctant to gossip, and then he noticed Edith's frustration and disappointment.
But involuntarily, Matthew thought that Renly was likely to meet George in the box today, especially in the presence of Richard, and it would be a torment for George by then. Thinking of this, Matthew seemed to understand Edith's mentality.
"Matthew, is the Marquis of Dublin here? Should we go over and say hello?" The man who sat in the position and never spoke, stood up and interrupted the conversation between Matthew and Edith. Asked.
Edith couldn't help but frowned slightly—everyone likes to listen to the corner, and the nobles are no exception. The gossip in the corner is bound to be maddening, but they don’t say it in person so loudly. The gossip itself is small and exposed. It is impolite to hear your own eavesdropping action.
But Matthew's self-cultivation was very good. He talked with the couple for a while, and then led them and the little boy to the next box to greet George and Richard.
After waiting for a while, Matthew came back alone. He noticed Edith’s gaze, and he explained, “They need to stay for a while and come back before the opening.” It seemed that he realized Edith’s curiosity, Ma. Xiu took the initiative to add, "They are all ordinary office workers, white-collar workers sitting in the office. Apart from the baron title, they have nothing and live in Cardiff."
Cardiff is the capital of Wales, a simple interpretation is: far away from the upper social circle of London, thousands of miles away.
"Henry is pursuing their daughter. It should have been Henry's company today. They hope to take their young son to enjoy this play, but..." Matthew shrugged, without further explanation, the meaning was clear enough. Up.
Edith closed her jaw and said that she understood that she did not continue to dwell on this topic. The staff had just moved the chairs over, Edith and Matthew sat down in the second row, "What about your job in New York? Doesn't it matter? You should be back on the night of the premiere?"
"Yes, I've been back for a month." Matthew replied succinctly.
"Jesus Christ, you just come back to London like this. Are you sure there is no problem with your company?" Edith's eyes widened, but before Matthew could answer, she waved her hand, as if she already knew the answer-
Since childhood, Lanly’s friends have always been like this. The group of them gathered together in a bustling hustle and bustle. Lan Li didn't seem to be the center, but just an ordinary member; but as long as Lan Li raised his arms and shouted, they were willing to gather quickly. I thought it was my brother's loyalty when I was young and frivolous, but after I left school, this friendship was still maintained.
"Why?" Edith simply changed her question and said curiously.
There was a smile in Matthew's eyes, "Edith, you are sitting in the VIP box of the Almeida Theater." Even Edith herself was like this. She also asked Matthew "why", this question. It seems not very accurate.
Edith opened her mouth, unable to refute it, and finally said stiffly, "I'm just for work today."
Matthew did not refute, or even extraneous expressions and movements, as if he had accepted Edith's statement. However, this kind of response made Edith a little bit aggrieved. She picked up the red wine glass and took a sulky sip, which was a little relief.
"You know what, Heather Cross is dead." Without warning, Matthew opened his mouth. Edith was slightly stunned, but didn't know how to answer. Then Matthew continued, "I always have one. This is a ridiculous illusion, maybe, that is the only person in the world who really understands Lanli."
Heather, the girl who got stuck on the hospital bed because of illness, the girl who stranded her dreams because of a terminal illness. Before she and Lan Li, there is nothing in common. If you are forced to talk about dreams~www.novelhall.com~ There are too many people in the world who have dreams; it can even be said that she and Lan Li are completely different. Two individuals.
Matthew turned his head, his silent eyes flashed with a smile, "It's ridiculous, I know." But his eyes didn't shake or joke.
While talking, the box door opened again, and the couple and the boy came back again. Less than a minute after Anan sat down, the lights dimmed and the performance began.
Edith retracted her gaze and looked at the stage in front of her. Gradually, she was in a daze. Following the lights and music, her thoughts entered the world described by Victor Hugo and fell on the figure of the actor.
In three hours, six hours, the passage of time began to lose its meaning, and every audience was immersed in it. The magnificent and majestic waves made every soul so small, following the ups and downs of the historical picture scroll, to the extent that At the end of the performance, there is no way to vent the passionate emotions, and can only follow the instinct/instinct: stand up and applaud.
Edith stood up, slapped her hands vigorously, and involuntarily slammed out, "Damn God. He is such a genius of his/mother."
Edith-Hall looked down at her black wide-leg suit trousers and white shirt with vertical stripes. She struggled and hesitated for a moment, but after all she raised her head in annoyance and sighed, "Oh!" , Grinds his teeth viciously, then picked up the red wine glass on the balcony, grumbled, but did not move slowly, quickly packed his handbag, and quickly left the box.He walked to the next door, knocked on the door panel, and then cautiously pushed open the door of the room, and then felt the sight of the entire box projected over.At this time, there were four people sitting in the box. In the center is a couple, one man on each side.The couple seemed to be about forty years old and dressed up. The lady even wore a small lady's hat, but the style and fabric were a bit old and could not keep up with the recent London trend; Near the side of the stage was a little boy, about eleven or twelve years old, dressed in a suit and bow tie, demonstrating gentlemanly demeanor, while sitting on the side far from the stage was a familiar face.Edith raised his red wine glass politely and greeted freely, "Good afternoon. Sir and madam."Then, Edith's eyes caught the young man on his left. He took the initiative to stand up, but in his early twenties, a navy blue suit with a pearl white shirt, with a cool and arrogant temperament. The deep blue ice at the bottom of the Arctic Ocean is clean and clear.Meeting the confused gaze of the other party, Edith motioned with one eye, and the two walked to the open space near the door. She explained in a low voice, "Is there still room in your box? Arthur sent a red alert just now, George With the Marquis of Dublin on his way here."Catching the other's frowning eyebrows, Edith rolled her eyes directly, "Yes, you heard that right, Baron George Hall, he is on his way to the Almeida Theater. Ha! Ha!" Ren's laughter was full of irony, "In this game, Lan Li finally had the last laugh, but this is not unusual, is it? He has never been a stubborn guy."The smile at the corner of his mouth lifted slightly, and a trace of envy flowed through his eyes. The four children of the Hall family always think that Elf is the happiest one. Not only can they engage in the occupation of their choice, but they also win the attention and respect of their family members; but in fact, it is Lan Li. It has always been Lan Li, because he has something they didn't really understand: freedom."But, **** it. He can choose to come at any time, but he chose today." Edith thought about it, still feeling angry.She ran back to London sneakily, chose an ordinary working day, and came to the Almeida Theater to watch "Les Miserables"-definitely not specifically to join in, but to take some photos in the background to see if there are No magazines are interested. Work, she came for work.In the end, she ran into George; and, she was dressed in the style of a capable and strong woman. If George saw it, she would have to spend some time talking."At least, you didn't put on smoky makeup today." The young man standing in front of him said faintly, which made Edith roll her eyes again and vomit, "You are not Lan Li, and these words are a little humorous. There is no sense, only irony and embarrassment."The other party didn't mind, just shrugged, "I'm not kidding."Edith choked in her throat with a sigh of relief, and then looked at the young man who was not getting in. She gave him a heavy belly with her right elbow without warning, and smiled triumphantly, "I can't deal with Lan. Li, there is no problem dealing with you." Why did she forget that Lan Li's group of friends, all of them were damaged by Lan Li, and must use strong means.Then, Edith picked up her red wine glass gracefully-the red wine in it was still calm, "Matthew, it looks like your box can fit a person, how about it? I'm here to enjoy the performance today. ?"Matthew Dunlop stood up straight, inhaled a little hard, the tight muscles relieved the pain, and looked at Edith helplessly, "Do you need to sit in my position? Or shall we withdraw to the second row?"The box can accommodate up to seven people, which can be divided into two rows to sit in front and back. The stage can also be collected in the eyes; as for the butler or the guard standing at the door, they can also see it."The second row is fine." Edith said flatly.Matthew opened the door of the box, raised his hand for a gesture, and the staff walked up quickly and confessed the matter in a low voice; when he raised his head, George and Richard appeared in the corridor, Matthew He didn't dodge, but stayed where he was, politely greeted and greeted a few words, but Richard was anxious to watch the playthe real literal sense of the play, so he said goodbye to each other immediately.Back in the box, Matthew saw Edith's shiny eyes, full of curiosity and anticipation, "Well, is George's face terrible?""In front of the Marquis of Dublin, George behaved very decently." Matthew said coldly, seemingly reluctant to gossip, and then he noticed Edith's frustration and disappointment.But involuntarily, Matthew thought that Renly was likely to meet George in the box today, especially in the presence of Richard, and it would be a torment for George by then. Thinking of this, Matthew seemed to understand Edith's mentality."Matthew, is the Marquis of Dublin here? Should we go over and say hello?" The man who sat in the position and never spoke, stood up and interrupted the conversation between Matthew and Edith. Asked.Edith couldn't help but frowned slightlyeveryone likes to listen to the corner, and the nobles are no exception. The gossip in the corner is bound to be maddening, but they don't say it in person so loudly. The gossip itself is small and exposed. It is impolite to hear your own eavesdropping action.But Matthew's self-cultivation was very good. He talked with the couple for a while, and then led them and the little boy to the next box to greet George and Richard.After waiting for a while, Matthew came back alone. He noticed Edith's gaze, and he explained, They need to stay for a while and come back before the opening. It seemed that he realized Edith's curiosity, Ma. Xiu took the initiative to add, "They are all ordinary office workers, white-collar workers sitting in the office. Apart from the baron title, they have nothing and live in Cardiff."Cardiff is the capital of Wales, a simple interpretation is: far away from the upper social circle of London, thousands of miles away."Henry is pursuing their daughter. It should have been Henry's company today. They hope to take their young son to enjoy this play, but..." Matthew shrugged, without further explanation, the meaning was clear enough. Up.Edith closed her jaw and said that she understood that she did not continue to dwell on this topic. The staff had just moved the chairs over, Edith and Matthew sat down in the second row, "What about your job in New York? Doesn't it matter? You should be back on the night of the premiere?""Yes, I've been back for a month." Matthew replied succinctly."Jesus Christ, you just come back to London like this. Are you sure there is no problem with your company?" Edith's eyes widened, but before Matthew could answer, she waved her hand, as if she already knew the answer-Since childhood, Lanly's friends have always been like this. The group of them gathered together in a bustling hustle and bustle. Lan Li didn't seem to be the center, but just an ordinary member; but as long as Lan Li raised his arms and shouted, they were willing to gather quickly. I thought it was my brother's loyalty when I was young and frivolous, but after I left school, this friendship was still maintained."Why?" Edith simply changed her question and said curiously.There was a smile in Matthew's eyes, "Edith, you are sitting in the VIP box of the Almeida Theater." Even Edith herself was like this. She also asked Matthew "why", this question. It seems not very accurate.Edith opened her mouth, unable to refute it, and finally said stiffly, "I'm just for work today."Matthew did not refute, or even extraneous expressions and movements, as if he had accepted Edith's statement. However, this kind of response made Edith a little bit aggrieved. She picked up the red wine glass and took a sulky sip, which was a little relief."You know what, Heather Cross is dead." Without warning, Matthew opened his mouth. Edith was slightly stunned, but didn't know how to answer. Then Matthew continued, "I always have one. This is a ridiculous illusion, maybe, that is the only person in the world who really understands Lanli."Heather, the girl who got stuck on the hospital bed because of illness, the girl who stranded her dreams because of a terminal illness. Before she and Lan Li, there is nothing in common. If you are forced to talk about dreams~www.novelhall.com~ There are too many people in the world who have dreams; it can even be said that she and Lan Li are completely different. Two individuals.Matthew turned his head, his silent eyes flashed with a smile, "It's ridiculous, I know." But his eyes didn't shake or joke.While talking, the box door opened again, and the couple and the boy came back again. Less than a minute after Anan sat down, the lights dimmed and the performance began.Edith retracted her gaze and looked at the stage in front of her. Gradually, she was in a daze. Following the lights and music, her thoughts entered the world described by Victor Hugo and fell on the figure of the actor.In three hours, six hours, the passage of time began to lose its meaning, and every audience was immersed in it. The magnificent and majestic waves made every soul so small, following the ups and downs of the historical picture scroll, to the extent that At the end of the performance, there is no way to vent the passionate emotions, and can only follow the instinct/instinct: stand up and applaud.Edith stood up, slapped her hands vigorously, and involuntarily slammed out, "Damn God. He is such a genius of his/mother."
