The sky in London was not very clear, gray with a weak pale, and pale with a hint of gray gray.

Mixed with each other, unclear and unclear, there is no breath of permeability. Just by looking at it, the brightness in my heart is reduced by half a point.

Sang Xia raised his head to look at the sky above him, and his mouth pouted with a look of displeasure.

Fusu didn't know what was going on in her little head, so he took her hand and turned around and walked from the roof of the building towards a small raised room.

"What do you think?"

"It's the first time I've been to London, but the weather is bad today. ”

... Fusu.

"London certainly can't compare to the air in Denmark and the Netherlands, not today, but here for about half of the year. ”

"Ahh It's so ugly here, but Harry Potter lives under such a sky, it's really sad. ”

... Fusu hasn't seen a few fashionable movies, so he doesn't know anything about Harry Potter, and in his heart, he doesn't seem to have such a name among the fierce men who have appeared in London in history.

"Who the hell are you talking about Harry?" When they entered the small room, they saw an iron spiral staircase, with Fusu in front and Sanxia behind, and the two of them walked down the stairs.

"Harry Potter, Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry—" Sansha said as he walked.

When she was a child, the happiest entertainment project for her and Ah Zao was to go to Uncle Da's house to watch a movie after work on the weekend, a group of friends stared at a TV, and they watched whatever the TV station broadcast at the beginning, and then Uncle Da bought a DVD player, and someone brought a CD back from the city to show the friends.

Harry Potter has been filmed in a total of eight films, and in the past eleven years, the friends of the year have slowly grown up, but they are still hardcore fans.

Maybe everyone may not be able to talk together, but it can be compared to a broom, and that posture is the standard of neat and tidy water.

Thinking about being in London now, it's just... Indescribable excitement!!

Of course, Sang Xia also knew that it was just a fictional world of the movie, but he couldn't help but let go of the self that had been locked in his heart.

Oh, why do you remember the stupid way of riding a broom in such a foreign place?

Wow, he shook his head in disgust, and threw the earthy magic of Chajia Village out of his mind.

Suddenly I felt a little dizzy! Did I shake my head too violently? No. It's the staircase.

Looking up at the circle of spiral stairs walking overhead, Sang Xia Deng felt more and more dizzy.

Fusu raised his hand just to catch Sang Xia's swaying body, and turned his head to look at her funny, "I won't get used to it when I walk for the first time, just don't keep staring at the present." Don't look up, you'll get dizzy if you see too much. ”

"It's dizziness, it's not tuo," Sansha corrected.

Fusu smiled and said nothing, only thinking that the little girl looked dizzy and drunk, and she still looked so cute.

The spiral staircase is indeed high. The building itself is also very high, and it is estimated that it has five or six floors.

Finally walking the dizzying staircase, Fusu stood in front of an old iron door, holding the handrail.

Sang Xia immediately grabbed his hand, a little nervous, and said, "Don't open the wrong door again." No, you can walk out later. ”

Well. Fusu was a little angry, nodded speechlessly, and moved forward, and the iron door opened.

An old hotel.

A strong retro atmosphere blows in the face, as if returning to the gorgeous era of the last century.

The color of the wall is not bright or dull, it is not an old process, but an excellent maintenance treatment on its original appearance;

The decorative lines on the wall are intricately outlined, and the angular plaster also has a strong nostalgic charm;

The ceiling of the tall hall is covered with transparent glass in the shape of a round arch, and you can see a gray London sky;

The front desk, tables, chairs, and sofas are all elegant.

If it weren't for the presence of a few waiters and guests, Sanxia would have mistakenly thought that he had been taken by Fusu through time and space.

In such an ancient place, everyone is so elegant, talking softly and laughing softly. Sanxia also seemed to be infected, and no longer ran around happily as he had done the previous times.

He only subconsciously covered his mouth, and his steps couldn't be slower, and his eyes wandered around to look at this beautiful hotel that seemed to freeze time.

A waiter came to ask Fusu, but Sang Xia didn't care about this, and only the conversation between the two came to his ears.

Most of them don't understand, well, if you don't understand, forget it, let's take a look first.

Hey, can you let me take a picture? Feeling her hand in her pocket, she completely forgot that Fusu's original intention of taking her around flashing and jumping was to let her feel the language environment.

She didn't know that the passage the two had walked out of earlier was a hidden place in this hotel that few people knew about.

After a few words with the waiter, Fusu walked up to Sang Xia and said hurriedly, "Let's go." ”

Ah?!! before she could react to what was happening, Fusu had already put one arm around her shoulder and pushed her towards the outside of the hotel.

"Gee, I'd like to take a few pictures. Sang Xia pouted, a little unhappy.

"Go back and let Midnight give it to you, as much as you want. ”

"Oh, well. Hey, but there's no me in that picture. ”

"......" Fusu.

It's too late, it's really fast!

"Su, why didn't you tell me when you came?" a female voice with a non-standard Chinese pronunciation sounded.

Fusu was hurriedly pushing Sang Xia away, and the back of his head throbbed.

I can't pretend to be able to pretend, how can I get out so easily if I have been exposed.

Reluctantly stopped, and in a blink of an eye, a tall figure with long reddish-brown curly hair came to the two of them in an instant.

While talking to the waiter in the hotel, Fusu sensed a rushing spiritual power.

Who else but her would be so haunted.

But God knows, after so many years, does she still come to the hotel from time to time to squat?!

I want to flash people quickly, but in front of everyone in the hotel, I can't just disappear on the spot.

Fusu quickly turned his brain, and remembered that there seemed to be a dead end at the corner of the street after leaving the hotel, where there were few people, and it was good to get there in an instant.

As a result, it came really fast!

"Sue, it's been hundreds of years, and you're still so handsome, oh, so charming. ”

The long-curly-haired woman said as she leaned in front of Fusu with a charming face, and her two emerald green eyes sparkled under her long eyelashes, which were incomprehensible in beauty.

Well. That's the adjective that Sanxia can think of.

If Sister Xuan is the most beautiful oriental beauty she has ever seen, then this western woman is the most beautiful doll she has ever seen.

It's not that she's seen many foreigners, but in movies, American dramas, British dramas, or something.

Of course, it's one thing to be through a screen, it's another thing to see a real person.

No matter how beautiful an Oriental woman is, she still has a light and elegant charm, but Westerners are different, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, green eyes, brown hair, tall and white skin.

Not to mention that in this winter, he only wore a thin black dress.

And, still, ultra, low, chest, long, skirt!

Sang Xia's height was also at the shoulder of the person, just at the pair of murder weapons.

Then, she subconsciously glanced down at herself. Well, I'm a stunted kid in front of others.

"Eve, I have something to do, see you next time. Fusu said hurriedly, holding Sang Xia and planning to leave as soon as possible.

A Western woman named Eve grabbed Fusu's other hand with a quick hand, "Oh no, dear, you always avoid me. Let me catch you today, but I won't let you escape from my hands again. ”

Fusu complained bitterly, only to blame that he didn't turn over the yellow calendar when he went out today, and the yellow calendar must have written: It is not appropriate to go to London today.

Damn, how did you come across this goddamn 'sticky and undead'!