"Reminiscences of the Past" is one of the world's famous novels, a classic of stream-of-consciousness novels, mainly describing the thoughts and thoughts of the protagonist Marse.

Because thinking is not limited by time and place, the whole book is also a trust, with neither a complete story, nor obvious clues, nor fierce conflicts......

Just the author Marcel. Proust's delicate writing and interesting descriptions of the mundane little things make it not difficult to read, but enjoyable to put down.

Just as he was fascinated, a fragrant breeze passed by, and the elegant aroma shocked Han Jin's spirit, and when he looked up, he saw a shadow hidden behind the bookshelf.

Just looking at the back, it is eye-catching, with a perfect body of nine heads, slender and slender, hair shawl, and exquisite curves...... The costumes she wore were also very decent, if Han Jin was not mistaken, it should be French Nicole. Miller.

Although this brand is not yet a well-known luxury brand, it is unique in women's clothing design, and it will be famous all over the world in 20 years. This woman was able to choose its clothes, which shows that her fashion taste is still very good.

Han Jin secretly praised it, raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was already half past five in the afternoon. Before I knew it, I had been watching it for three hours.

"That's a good book." He smiled, stood up, and put the book back on the shelf.

"Ah, so ...... here" As soon as he put the book back, he heard a soft call.

Han Jin turned his head suspiciously, and saw Sophie. Marceau stood beside her, a pure and immaculate smile on her face.

He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, "It's you?!" ”

Sophie. Marceau's eyes lit up when she saw Han Jin, she remembered where she had seen him before.

"Hello~" she asked in French, "Have we met before?" ”

"Seen, on Oxford Street. You came out of the Villapur Cinema ......" Han Jin nodded, also in French.

Sophie. Marceau couldn't help but be stunned when he saw that he could speak French, "Do you speak French?" ”

"Wherever there is a good music, I know the language." Han Jin nodded.

French music is well-known all over the world, especially chanson, which is unique to France. The style of the music is tactful and soft, and the lyrics are full of poetry and are very beautiful and moving.

"You're a musician?" Sophie. Marceau asked curiously.

"No, I'm a singer." Han Jin waved his hand.

"Oh, I see." Sophie. Marceau nodded, "You speak French so well. ”

"Thank you, your movie is also very good." Han Jin also said with a smile.

"Have you seen my movie?" Sophie. Marceau said with a slight startle.

Han Jin smiled, he had seen her play "Brave Heart", "Fang Fang" and "007: Black Sun Crisis", but she hasn't made these films yet. "I've watched a little, your "First Kiss" is very popular in our Hong Kong."

"You're from Hong Kong?" Sophie. Marceau was even more surprised.

Hong Kong, a jewel of the Far East, exudes a glamorous and dreamy atmosphere.

For Europeans, everything that comes from the East is mysterious, and even a few hundred years after the Age of Discovery, this impression is still indelible.

Not to mention Sophie. Marceau saw Han Jin speak fluent and standard French, no less than a pure Frenchman. This made her feel even more novel.

"Not bad." Han Jin nodded.

"Wow......" Sophie. Marceau was surprised again, then smiled. "Big singer, you know who I am, but I don't know you yet, can I be lucky enough to know?"

She was very interested in the handsome guy in front of her who was from Hong Kong, spoke fluent French, and liked to watch "Reminiscences" for a while.

Han Jin smiled. "I'll keep it a secret and I'll tell you the next time I see you. It's getting late, it's time for me to go, bye-bye. ”

"Hey......" Sophie. Marceau didn't shout for a moment, and saw Han Jin turn around and stride away. "Funny boy." She blinked her eyes and gave Han Jin a definition.

……

In the next four days, Han Jin spent two days getting familiar with the stage, adjusting his state, and then began to perform on stage in the next two days.

The top-notch stage, first-class performances, and forward-thinking content have made British fans addicted.

Although Han Jin is from Hong Kong, music has no borders, and good music is popular everywhere. Not to mention that the music sung by Han Jin is all classics.

With so many beautiful songs, energetic dances, and gorgeous special effects, the concert is full of gold and makes every fan who watches the concert feel that it is worth the money.

For two consecutive days, the venue was packed with 25,000 people. Such a grand occasion that even the British media shouted miracles.

Han Jin himself was also very happy, and announced that he would open an additional event in London, and all tickets would be donated to the British Welfare Agency.

In this way, he became even more famous in the UK.

……

Hotel restaurant, morning.

Han Jin had breakfast with Zeta Jones.

British cuisine is still very good in the breakfast part, unlike other countries' breakfast is just coffee, bread, milk, British breakfast dishes are very rich, including staple food, non-staple food, bread, drinks, etc., all served on a large plate, both hearty and nutritionally balanced.

Of course, compared to Hong Kong's morning tea, British cuisine is still more than a step behind.

"Alas~" Zeta Jones couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the roasted tomatoes and fried sausages on the plate.

"What's the matter, doesn't it taste good?" Han Jin asked suspiciously.

"No, I just can't eat it, I want Hong Kong's shrimp dumplings, siu mai, and beef balls." Zeta-Jones shook her head.

Han Jin almost fell under the table, "You're British, you can't eat authentic British food?" ”

Zeta-Jones also thought it was a little funny, "It really doesn't taste like Hong Kong's refreshments." She nodded helplessly.

When she started to go to Hong Kong, she almost couldn't eat those weird ones. For example, chicken feet, pork ribs, rice rolls, etc., but after eating it, she can't put it down, especially likes to eat strong beef balls, which feel a hundred times better than fried steak.

It's a pity that after coming to the UK, these delicacies can't be eaten.

"That's true, but let's eat somewhat. After all, this is the UK, and even if there are Chinese restaurants, it is difficult to eat authentic Hong Kong food. Han Jin persuaded.

Zeta-Jones nodded, barely eating her breakfast.

These breakfasts were sumptuous before, but now they taste like chewing wax and are rough and coarse.

"Catherine, Maggie will be in London in the afternoon, you wait and pack your bags and move to The Royal Garden first. I've asked Li Jin to help you book a room. Han Jin said again.

Zeta Jones was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly darkened, and he was about to protest to Han Jin. At this moment, I heard the sound of leather shoes clicking, and then a female voice smiled and asked, "We meet again, now tell me who you are, right?" (To be continued......)