Nine Hundred and Fifty Soldiers in Chaos

Edith Hall looked down at her black wide-leg suit pants and white vertical-striped shirt. She struggled and hesitated for a moment, but in the end she raised her head and sighed in annoyance, "Oh!" She cursed lowly. , gritted his teeth viciously, then picked up the red wine glass on the balcony, grumbling and complaining, but his movements were not slow at all, he quickly packed his handbag, and quickly left the box.

He walked to the next door, knocked on the door panel, and then carefully 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, with a man on the left and right.

The couple looked about forty years old, dressed up, the lady even wore a little lady's hat, but the style and fabric were a bit outdated and not keeping up with the latest London trends; On the side near the stage is a little boy, about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a suit and bow tie, showing a gentlemanly demeanor, while sitting on the side farther from the stage is a familiar face.

Edith raised her red wine glass politely and greeted freely, "Good afternoon. Sir, ma'am."

After that, Edith caught the young man on her left from the corner of her sight. He took the initiative to stand up, but in his early twenties, a navy blue suit with a pearl white shirt, his cool and arrogant temperament was like The deep blue ice in the Arctic Ocean is clean and clear.

Facing the other's confused gaze, Edith gave a look, 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 On the way with the Marquis of Dublin."

Catching the other's frown, Edith rolled her eyes, "Yes, you heard right, Baron George Hall, he is on his way to the Almeida Theater. Ha! Ha!" His laughter was full of sarcasm, "Renly had the last laugh in this round, but that's not unusual, is it? He's never been a stubborn guy."

The smile on the corner of his mouth lifted slightly, and there was a trace of envy in his eyes. The four children of the Hall family always thought that Elf was the happiest one, who could not only pursue the career of their choice, but also won the attention and respect of the family; but in fact, it was Renly, It's always been Renly, because he had something they never really understood: freedom.

"But, damn it. He can choose to come over anytime, but he chose today." Edith thought about it, but still felt annoyed.

She sneaked back to London and picked an ordinary weekday to watch Les Misérables at the Almeida Theatre - definitely not specifically to join, but to take some pictures backstage to see if there were any No magazines are interested. Work, she came for work.

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But she bumped into George; moreover, she was dressed in the style of a capable strong woman today. If she was seen by George, she would have to spend a lot of words.

"At least, you didn't wear smoky makeup today." The young man standing in front of him said indifferently, which made Edith roll his eyes again and complain, "You are not Renly, this is a little humorous. There is no feeling at all, only irony and embarrassment."

The other party didn't mind either, just shrugged, "I'm not kidding."

Edith choked in her throat in one breath, and then looked at the young man in front of her who was incapable of oil and salt. Without warning, she gave the other person a belly with her right elbow, and smiled smugly, "I can't deal with the blue. Li, there's no problem with you." How could she forget that Renly's group of friends were all damaged by Renly, and they had to use tough tactics.

Then, Edith gracefully picked up her red wine glass - the red wine inside was still calm, "Matthew, your box looks like you can fit another person, how about it? I'm here to enjoy the performance today. ?"

Matthew Dunlop stood up straight, inhaled a little harder, the tight muscles relieved the pain, and looked at Edith helplessly, "Do you need to take my seat? Or should we retreat to the second row?"

The box can accommodate up to seven people, which can be divided into two rows in the front and rear, and the stage can be seen as well; as for the butler or entourage standing at the door, they can also see it.

"The second row is fine." Edith said simply.

Matthew opened the box door, raised his hand, and the staff quickly greeted him and explained the matter in a low voice; when he raised his head, George and Richard appeared in the corridor, Matthew Instead of dodging, he stayed where he was, greeted politely, and exchanged a few words, but Richard was in a hurry to watch the play—literally, so he said goodbye to each other immediately.

Back in the box, Matthew saw Edith's twinkling eyes, full of curiosity and anticipation, "How is it, isn't George's face so bad?"

"George's performance in front of the Marquis of Dublin is very decent." Matthew said coldly, as if he was reluctant to gossip, and then noticed Edith's embarrassment and disappointment.

But Matthew couldn't help but think that Renly would probably meet George in the box today, especially when Richard was present, it would be a torment for George at that time. Thinking of this, Matthew seems 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 seat, who had never spoken, stood up and interrupted the conversation between Matthew and Edith. Open to ask.

Edith couldn't help frowning slightly - everyone likes to listen to the corner, and the nobles are no exception. The gossip in the corner is bound to be explosive, but they won't say it face to face so loudly, the gossip itself is small and exposed It's rude to ignore the actions of eavesdropping.

Matthew's self-restraint was very good. He talked with the couple for a while, and then led them and the little boy to the next box to say hello to George and Richard.

After waiting for a while, Matthew came back alone and noticed Edith's squinting eyes, he explained, "They need to stay for a while, come back before the opening." It seems that he realized Edith's curiosity, Ma Xiu took the initiative to add, "They are all ordinary office workers, white-collar workers in the office. They have nothing but the title of baron and live in Cardiff."

Cardiff is the capital of Wales, a simple interpretation is: far from the upper social circle of London, 108,000 miles.

"Henry is pursuing their daughter. Today was supposed to be Henry's company. They want to take their young son to enjoy the show, but..." Matthew shrugged and didn't continue to explain, the meaning was clear enough .

Edith closed her chin to express her understanding, and did not continue to entangle this topic. The staff had just moved the chairs over, and Edith and Matthew sat down in the second row. "What about your job in New York? Does it matter? You should be back by premiere night?"

"Yes, I've been back for a month." Matthew replied succinctly.

"Jesus Christ, you came 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--

Growing up, Renly's friends have always been like this. Renly didn't seem to be the center, just an ordinary member of their crowd gathered in a hustle and bustle; but as long as Renly raised his arms and shouted, they were willing to gather quickly. I used to think it was the brotherhood of the young and frivolous, but after leaving the school, this kind of friendship is 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 right now." Even Edith herself was like this, she also asked Matthew "why", this question It doesn't seem very accurate.

Edith opened her mouth, but she couldn't refute, and finally said stubbornly, "I'm just for work today."

Matthew did not refute, not even extra expressions and movements, as if he accepted Edith's statement. However, this kind of response made Edith a little aggrieved. She picked up the red wine glass and took a big sip, which was a little relieved.

"You know, Heather Cross died." Without warning, Matthew said, Edith was stunned for a while, but didn't know how to answer, and then Matthew continued, "I always have a An absurd delusion, maybe, that's the only person in the world who really understands Renly."

Heather, the girl who was trapped in the hospital bed because of the illness, the girl whose dreams were stranded because of the terminal illness. Before she and Renly, there was nothing in common. If you want to talk about dreams, there are too many people in the world who have dreams; it can even be said that she and Renly are two completely different individuals.

Matthew turned his head, his calm eyes flashed with a smile, "It's ridiculous, I know." However, his eyes did not waver or joke.

During the conversation, the box door opened again, the couple and the boy came back, and within a minute of Ann sitting down, the lights dimmed and the performance began.

Edith withdrew her gaze, looked at the stage in front of her, and gradually became a little ecstatic, her thoughts followed the lights and music, and entered the world described by Victor Hugo, falling on the actor's body shape.

Three hours, six hours, the passage of time begins to lose its meaning, and every audience is immersed in it. The kind of magnificent and majestic, which makes every soul so small, follows the ups and downs of the historical picture, so that At the end of the final performance, there was no way to vent the passionate emotions, and could only follow the guidance of instinct/energy: stand up and applaud.

Edith stood up, slapped her hands hard, and the foul language came out involuntarily, "God damn it. He's such a he/mom/genius."