Lan Li cleared his throat, his throat was a little dry, he still drank a little too much last night, but fortunately, Sangria didn't have any degrees, so he didn't have any hangover symptoms. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Picked up the teacup on the table, took out the tea bag inside, put it on the tray, and raised his head and drank the strong tea in the cup in one gulp. Twenty years later, he is still not used to tea bags in the Western world, and after all, he still misses watching the tea leaves stretch out in boiling water, but in special times, it is better than nothing.

Putting down the teacup, Lan Li quickly left the hotel room, today has an important task on his body - he has to have a closed experience, up to eight hours of personal practice, not only a physical test, but also a mental torture, he needs to concentrate all his attention. Now that he has made up his mind, Lan Li will not hesitate at all.

The lobby on the first floor is not noisy, there is a group of guests checking in at the front desk, a backpacker looking up something in front of the computer in the waiting area next to it, and a person sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper with his back to the door. It's a great way to start your day in this way.

Located in the remote district of Gràcia, this Catalan Parc Güell hotel is only 600 metres from the famous Park Güell, but the city centre is only accessible by transport, about 15 minutes away. The "Buried Alive" crew has a limited budget, and booking this three-star hotel has exceeded Lan Li's expectations, and he is ready to live in a youth hostel, not to mention, compared to the hustle and bustle of the old city, the quietness here is also a good thing for Lan Li to prepare for the role.

Lan Li nodded to the lobby manager and walked briskly towards the door, "Mr. Hall, Mr. Hall." The lobby manager stopped Lan Li's footsteps, "You have visitors." ”

Lan Li's brows furrowed slightly, visitor? What kind of visitor is he? He is a nobody now, and he has not attracted any attention when he came to Barcelona this time, how can there be any visitors? Could it be a member of the crew? Rodrigo did not say that he was coming this morning.

Raising his head, he subconsciously glanced around the lobby, and his gaze suddenly stopped, locking on the back of the figure who was reading the newspaper.

The strong shoulders are slightly thin, the navy blue suit meticulously outlines the sharp lines, the hardness and fortitude of the chin curve can be faintly glimpsed, the slightly tight bronzed skin can glimpse the rules and restraint of the straight sitting posture, and the short black hair is neat and subdued, revealing a cold and cold coldness, as if even the sun is falling and can't help but stop three feet away.

This back, he can be said to be very familiar, how can he not recognize it?

Lan Li lowered her head, her lowered eyes covered her inner emotions, only a momentary smile poked out between the light and shadow, like spring/light/first discharge, the arc of the corner of her mouth rose slightly, and then converged, like a gentle ripple, "You'd better be reading the newspaper, if you're not going to keep up, I'm going to call a taxi now." ”

The mellow voice pulled the strings of the cello in the bright sunshine, and after finishing speaking, Lan Li did not hesitate, and directly turned around and took a step.

The lobby manager stood there at a loss, "What's going on?"

Then the figure sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper stood up, folded the newspaper slowly, turned around, and said in a loud voice to Lan Li's fading back, "Even if you don't plan to give the old fellow a warm hug, at least, you can give me a little time to clean up." ”

"You know I don't like to postur. Lan Li's voice came from afar, and his footsteps still did not stop, and then he turned around, and the smile on the corner of his mouth bloomed in an instant, "I especially don't like that someone pretends to be better than me." ”

Standing on the side of the road, looking left and right, Lan Li raised his hand, and a taxi at the far end of the road was moving in the opposite direction, and then stopped, waiting for the car next to him to pass, ready to turn around.

"I thought you would stay in a hostel, but I didn't expect to choose a hotel. Such an unobstructed residence doesn't look like your style at all. The man trotted all the way to catch up, but his left hand was still in his pocket, not embarrassed at all, and there was a pleasant familiarity and kindness in his demeanor.

Lan Li's eyebrows raised slightly, and he taunted back without showing weakness, "I thought that you refused to appear in such a non-trivial hotel, and if Charlotte knew about it, she could laugh at you for at least a year." ”

The man's eyes flickered slightly, and a slight smile flickered, and then he shot back, "She obviously won't miss you either, especially after learning about your current job." ”

"I don't mind performing Hamlet in front of her once, and you won't forget that every time she watched 'Hamlet', she would have spasms all over her body and run away. I especially can't stand the phrase 'live or die', and I will definitely give her a Shakespearean performance." After Lan Li's calm words were spoken, both of them couldn't help laughing, obviously remembering a common memory.

The taxi driver pulled over to the side of the road, hesitating. Looking at the two men in front of him, the height is almost the same, the slender legs, the gentleman's temperament seems to be somewhat similar, but each has its own merits, one is dressed in a suit, handsome and sharp, cold and tough momentum has a strong sense of oppression, the other is dressed in T-shirt and jeans, casual and elegant, with a hint of laziness in the sun, the picture of standing side by side makes people yearn for it, but it makes people timid.

They don't look like the type of people who would take a taxi at all.

Matthew-Dunlop stepped forward and opened the door, making a gesture of invitation, and Lan Li did not refuse, stooped down and sat in the car, reporting the address to the driver that had been written down a long time ago, as if he were completely accustomed to it.

Matthew stood by the car door and paused for a moment, everything so familiar that it had never changed and would never change. Shaking his head with a chuckle, he got into the car as well, and the taxi barely paused before heading away.

"Don't you wonder why I appeared?" Matthew looked at Lan Li with a calm face, as if he was not surprised by his sudden appearance.

The two had not been in touch for more than a year - the so-called no contact meant that there was no exchange of news, and he knew that Lan Li was in New York, but he never knew which area Lan Li lived in. After Lan Li went to New York, it was like a stone sinking into the sea and disappeared completely.

Matthew searched Lan Li's face carefully, but still didn't find any surprise, "Don't you wonder how I knew you were here?"

Lan Li turned his head and looked at his old friend in front of him seriously.

The eyebrows are like the steep coastline of the Arctic Ocean, the straight nose bridge is cut in half with a knife and axe, and the faint lip color shows a touch of indifference in the early winter sun. With his staggered hair, button-up shirt, delicate cuffs, and straight trouser lines, he exudes a detached and upright abstinence/lust/temperament all over his body, which makes people involuntarily stop five steps away.

Everything is what it looks like in memory. A year has barely left much of a mark on him - compared to the previous fifteen years.

The Dunlop family was quite similar to the Hall family, both of them were down-and-out nobles, but they always maintained the pride and reserve of the nobility, his father was a lawyer, his mother was a judge, and he was the third in the family, and he had two older sisters - Charlotte-Dunlop (Charlotte-Dunlop) was one of his sisters.

Lan Li couldn't remember the beginning of the story a little, he only remembered that they met in elementary school. For Lan Li, who was reborn once, the elementary school students were a group of little children, and naturally they had no intention of making friends, but I don't know when the two became friends, so to speak, Matthew was the first friend he made after being reborn - the real one. Since then, they have been classmates, Eton College, Cambridge University, and until now.

"Edith. Lan Li's dark brown eyes flashed with a hint of fox cunning, and he spoke.

Edith is the only explanation, and her work is inextricably linked to Hollywood. The recent news that "Cleopatra" has been on the billboard is not big or small, but if you have the heart, you can still pay attention to it; as long as Edith goes to the union to inquire, the information about "buried alive" is public, and it is not difficult to guess the answer. Matthew is a royal criminal defense lawyer with an almost insane paranoia about details, and it is not difficult to associate the facts with just a few clues to him.

Matthew showed a disappointed expression, obviously Lan Li guessed the answer the first time, which was really disappointing. In order to find out Lan Li's current location, he really spent a lot of effort, and finally called Rodrigo, and went around in a big circle, originally planning to surprise Lan Li, but he didn't expect it to be punctured at once.

It was so when I was a kid, and it still is, and time doesn't seem to have changed much.

"Where are we going now? It seems a little early to go to the bar or the brothel. Matthew quickly returned to normal, looking at the rapidly receding view on both sides of the street, clearly not in the direction of downtown.

Lan Li didn't raise his eyes, and complained back lightly, "That's Arthur's hobby, not mine, obviously your brain has been broken by the law." ”

"Phew, it seems that Hollywood hasn't poisoned your blood yet. The palpitating appearance gave Lan Li a hard blow - the aristocrats of London have always been disdainful of Hollywood, Matthew's words made Lan Li laugh, "Come here this time, do you plan to go back to London?"

"Nope. Lan Li shook her head, "When you go back, say hello to Charlotte on my behalf." Charlotte was also an outlier in the Dunlop family, always believing that the aristocracy was rotten and should be abolished in one fell swoop. Such outrageous remarks had no market among the aristocracy, but they made Charlotte and the two rebels of the Hall family good friends - Charlotte and Edith were also good friends.

Matthew was not surprised by this answer, nodded in understanding, and then changed the subject, "So, where are we going now?"