Four Hundred and Fifty-Seven Invitation Letter

A soot-colored collar shirt with large white poppies reflected on it, put together into a hazy image of méng too strange, with a thick outline of a skeleton, with a black tight-fitting denim kù underneath, Step on black high-top studded lace-up boots. Finally, put on a black leather jacket, and the shoulders, cufflinks, and pockets of the leather jacket are inlaid with large pieces of willow studs. The huge skull ring on the index finger of the left hand, the leather wristband on the right wrist, and the black super sunglasses on the bridge of the nose all light up the whole outfit.

When Evan Bell appeared at London's Heathrow Airport, the eyes of the thirty or forty reporters gathered together suddenly lit up, and they were all amazed by Evan Bell's outfit. In fact, since Evan Bell's debut, the fashion industry has paid enough attention to this young man. But the point is that Evan Bell never chases trends. He always appears in front of the public with confidence, wearing clothes that make him comfortable and suit his style, which makes the fashion industry sigh again and again.

Although Evan-Bell was wearing sunglasses, reporters could feel the chilling breath on his body from his walking pace. Some reporters are used to besieging them, trying to ask what Evan-Bell did in Stockholm in the past few days after he disappeared. But before the reporter had time to wrap up, Evan and Bell walked forward quickly, with an indomitable momentum, plus the cold willow nails in the leather jacket, the reporter couldn't help but stop. Then I watched Evan-Bell calmly carve out a path in the circle of reporters and go straight away.

At this time, the reporters discovered that behind Evan Bell was a moving iceberg. This iceberg is dressed in black, and the tailored clothes outline his tall figure.

Coupled with the cold breath emanating from the body all the time, it is completely the large iceberg that makes the Titanic stifle its maiden voyage.

When the reporters reacted, Evan-Bell and Eden-Hudson had already got into a taxi, and then walked away, disappearing into the busy traffic.

"Chase!" Someone among the reporters finally found the point. It took a lot of effort for everyone to learn the news that Evan Bell had arrived in London today, and they rushed up to the airport to block, not to see Evan Bell walk as a model. Fortunately, London's traffic, like all major cities in the world, is so crowded that it makes people sweat. Although everyone is slow to respond, at least they won't be lost.

Even though it was almost ten o'clock in the morning, London time, looking out through the raindrops-covered car window, I could only see a gloomy world, like the sky above seven in the evening.

Layers of dark clouds blocked all the light over London. The rain and fog began to slam down from the clouds, obscuring most of London's scenery, leaving only the fluorescent light reflected from the clouds and water droplets. , allowing one to distinguish the nuances of day and night. However, even if I looked at my watch, I couldn't believe it was ten o'clock in the morning.

The headlights of oncoming traffic lights up.

The dense raindrops are mapped, and at the same time, it is so dazzling that people can't help but turn their eyes away. The sound of raindrops hitting the windows and the roof of the car kept crackling in my ears, like a low-grade symphony, making people irritable. There is no time for the wipers to stop at all, otherwise the continuous rain curtain makes the driver unable to see the scene ahead at all, and only sees a halo of headlights.

"The damn weather in London is always frustrating." The driver was a kind middle-aged uncle, speaking in a strong Welsh accent, and he kept talking with a generous laugh, interspersed with the sound of raindrops. , it eased the atmosphere a lot, and dispelled the suffocating moisture in the air. "London in winter is like a sweater taken out of a front-loading washing machine."

Evan-Bell twitched the corners of his mouth, "The kind that didn't dry out?"

The driver's "haha" laughter made the crackling sound on the top of the head suddenly a lot smaller. "Where did you go this time? It looks like you just came back from the trip." Evan-Bell's standard and pure London accent made the driver have no doubts His British identity "London in winter is always frustrating. You can't see a ray of light for ten days and a half months. It's a good idea to go outside and come back after a holiday."

"I would like to go to Spain for a vacation on the coast of the sun, but unfortunately I still have work and have to come back." Anwen Yibel said half-truth.

"Work, yeah, damn work. After Blair was re-elected, he has been involved with the United States in the attack on Iraq. I can't see that he still has the energy to care about our work." When it comes to work, the driver seems to There is so much to say, Barabara keeps talking.

When the car came to a stop at the intersection of Regent Street, the driver still looked unsatisfied.

Shì Yingsheng at the entrance of the Langham Hotel came over with a black umbrella, opened the black taxi door, and took Evan-Bell and Eden-Hudson into the lobby, respectively, and then Luggage took the taxi. The unloaded luggage was pushed over.

Walking into the colorful lobby of Huā, a warm breath rushed toward the face, sweeping away the sticky humidity outside. There is a warm and quiet comfort in the air, just like a paradise. ‘

Back in the room, Eden-Hudson made it to the recliner, quietly reading a book. He was reading the "mysterious skin" that he had taken from Evan Bell. The look on his face had returned to normal, and he was still an iceberg mask that kept people from thousands of miles away, without too much emotional leakage.

On the day of the funeral, Eden-Hudson and Dylan-Hudson had a big fight: In fact, this statement is not accurate, it should be Casey-Hudson who had a small fight, Dylan-Hudson came over After yelling at Eden-Hudson, Eden-Hudson drove Hudson out of the room with a mop, and then slammed the door hard in front of them. Hearing the shouting outside, Dylan-Hudson's nose should be hurt.

After that, Evan-Bell never saw Hudson again and should have left.

Mason Thomas was nowhere to be seen, either, afraid to face Eden-Hudson, or injured alone, or to vent his "sorrow" by physically exercising on some woman's body.

That night, Eden-Hudson and Evan-Bell drank wine all night, and fell into a drowsy sleep when the sky turned white. The tears were gone, and after venting, Eden-Hudson was back to normal, never talking about Mammy or what he said to Mammy in the cemetery after Evan-Bell left. After a hangover, Eden Hudson and Evan Bell left the island at noon, went back to Stockholm for a night, and arrived in London this morning.

Evan-Bell had originally planned to fly directly to Berlin, where he was also invited to attend the Berlin Film Festival because the "adaptation" was shortlisted in competition. But after being reminded by Andre Lindbergh, Evan Bell felt that maybe it would be a good idea to gather Epner-Alfred, Diego-Ramos, Callisto-Ramos and others together again. a nice idea.

Since last year, Evan-Bell has been thinking about the live accompaniment band, but has never had time to find a suitable candidate. The encounter with Andre Lindbergh reminded Evan Bell of the bloody summer last year.

Ebner-Alfred and the Ramos brothers, like Andre-Lindberg, are pure music lovers, even purer than Evan and Bell. They can work part-time for a year to save money to follow the rock festival, and then run to the festival day and night all summer long, just to enjoy the music to the fullest.

Moreover, even if they knew the identity of Evan-Bell, there was no fuss, no special treatment, and just treated Evan-Bell as a "music partner". Even though they enjoyed the carnival night of "The Track Rock Festival" together, they didn't get carried away. For the next six months, the media did not see any news about them being in the limelight. They are only friends who gather together because they love music, and the world in their eyes is actually very simple, music, not music.

Evan-Bell just mentioned it casually at first, but after thinking about it, he thought that it should be a good idea to continue to cooperate with this group of people. After Eden-Hudson knew what Evan-Bell was thinking, he only said one sentence, "The young man we met in the afternoon nodded after seeing him.

In terms of knowing people, Eden-Hudson is much more sophisticated than Evan-Bell, who has lived for two generations.

Evan Bell didn't know how Andre Lindbergh planned, but since he had this idea, he felt that he still had to come and talk to other partners. As for whether it could be done, that was another matter. So Evan-Bell changed his itinerary and planned to come to London first, then to Mallorca, the hometown of the Ramos brothers, and then to Berlin.

On the afternoon of their arrival in London, Evan Bell called Epner Alfred, and the two made an appointment to have dinner together on the phone, and then hung up the phone.

There was a knock at the door, and then the floor manager's elegant voice was heard, "Mr. Bell, the porter is visiting."

Evan-Bell glanced at the pouring rain outside the window and wondered who it could be? Is it a reporter? Journalists are not so polite. Evan-Bell opened the door of the room and saw the elegant figure of the floor manager, "Mr. Bell, good afternoon."

Evan-Bell smiled and nodded, "Does the person who came here tell me their identity?" Evan-Bell remembered the Savile Row next to him. However, he only arrived in London in the morning, and the news from Savile Row should not be so well-informed.

"This is his business card." The floor manager handed over a small card.

This reminds Evan-Bell of the noble life in the Middle Ages. To visit the house, you need to submit a letter of worship, with the consent of the owner, and then be introduced by the housekeeper.

Evan Bell's result card, the name on it is very unfamiliar, but the company name is very familiar "CHANEL (CHANEL)."! .