After all, London in June has entered summer, so although the sky is gloomy most of the time, but occasionally there is sunny sunshine, the occasional light rain adds a lot of interest, not as scary as the little girl said.
"I'm just saying it's like this most of the time, not all the time." Facing Jessica's question, Angela, who had regained her composure with dark circles under her eyes, said.
Although it was already the afternoon when I woke up, there were still many people who went to London with great interest, such as Jessica, during their free time on weekends.
"Don't worry, Jesse, I have to make a phone call before I act as a tour guide for you." Angela said, asked Mr. Sparrow for a few coins, and turned into the red phone booth on the street.
After dialing the number, the call was quickly connected, and a tired and hoarse female voice came from there: "Who?"
Angela, who didn't hear anything, deliberately pretended to laugh sharply: "Oh, my dear little guy, I'm going to..."
However, before she could finish speaking, there was a click of the phone over there. Angela opened her mouth slightly and hesitated for a while before confirming that the other party had hung up based on the beeping sound in her ear.
"What's the matter? Did I say something wrong?" The little girl scratched her head, looked at the microphone and said depressedly.
Immediately, she tossed the coin again and dialed the number again. This time she didn't pretend to make a strange noise. When the phone got through, she couldn't wait to ask, "Hey, Kate, what's the matter with you?"
After hesitating for a while, the tired and hoarse female voice asked, "Who is... Who?"
Heck, I can't even hear my voice, what the hell is going on? Angela frowned: "Kate, it's me, Angela, what happened?"
"Ann... Angela? Oh, I'm fine... Nothing... Leave me alone..." the female voice said intermittently, then hung up the phone again.
The little girl looked at the microphone again in amazement, what happened
"Jesse, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't go shopping with you." Angela said apologetically from the phone booth.
"What's the matter, Angie?" Jessica asked.
The little girl sighed: "I have a friend who doesn't know what happened. I have to go see her alone. I'm not worried."
Jessica was silent. Of course Angela knew what she was thinking. Basically, in London, there were only a few scenes where the twins appeared at the same time, and these were the first scenes to be shot. After the shooting, Jessica would first Back in Los Angeles, which means the two of them won't be able to go shopping in London together, at least for a long time.
"Jesse, I'm sorry, let Aunt Jennifer accompany you, we will have a chance." Angela hugged Jessica and said sincerely.
"Okay, busy man, what you say." Jessica sighed and figured it out, and hugged her back, "Be careful on the road."
Angela smiled and pinched the tip of her little nose. She suddenly remembered what happened this morning, her face turned red again, and she turned to Aunt Jennifer: "Aunt Jennifer, I gave Jesse to you, I must Be careful or Mr. Alba will kill me when I get back to Los Angeles."
"Okay, little one, I know." Jennifer responded with a smile, with another message in her eyes: where are you going
Angela shook her head gently, then put her index finger to her mouth, then put on a fierce expression, and at the same time stretched out one and scratched her neck, and the housekeeper shrugged and turned her head as if Nothing was seen.
At this time, Sparrow had stopped a taxi, Angela waved to the two of them, and then got into the car with the agent.
"Please take us to 47 Rue La Villette," Angela said.
"Okay, please sit down." The driver was a middle-aged uncle with a slightly bald head. Although he promised, his eyes turned to Sparrow who was sitting in the co-pilot.
"As soon as possible." Sparrow nodded.
The taxi traversed the streets and alleys. The driver was obviously a veteran and was very familiar with the distribution of the streets. It seemed to turn around in various alleys, but it quickly arrived at the destination, if not when crossing the London Bridge. Wait a minute, maybe it will be faster.
"Thank you." Angela got out of the car and looked up at the apartment building beside her. She had been here when Kate was independent from home, and she still had some vague memories, but she just needed to reminisce.
"Don't remember?" Mr. Sparrow, who paid for the car, came behind her.
"Oh, no, it's just..." Angela thought for a while, a little hard to say, "It's just that I want to go up alone, Uncle Sparrow, I'm afraid you will have to wait here for a while, maybe even a long time."
"It doesn't matter. I can go to the coffee shop for a cup of coffee. It's my honor to serve you." Sparrow said with a smile. He is a very competent agent.
"Thank you, Uncle Sparrow." Angela said happily, and at the same time took out the paper and pen from the backpack, quickly wrote down a series of numbers, and handed it to him: "If you have anything, make this call, as long as I I can be found in her house."
"Okay," Sparrow took a look and added, "But if you guys go out..."
Looking up, the little guy has disappeared, and Mr. Agent shrugged: "You are really impatient." Follow him and start looking for a coffee shop.
Angela hurried to the third floor, she remembered that it should be here, looked around to see that she was finally determined to be on the right, and quickly stepped to the door and rang the doorbell.
Ding Dong Ding Dong, the doorbell rang for a long time and the door was not opened. Angela frowned and rang the doorbell again, but there was still no response. The little annoyed little guy simply put his finger on the doorbell and didn't move.
In the constant sound of Ding Dong, the closed door was finally opened, and then a rough voice roared: "Can't you fucking make me quiet!"
The little girl was startled, but before she could say anything, she was startled again by the woman in front of her. This was an 18-year-old girl, wearing only a pair of white shorts, her slender legs were exposed, and her upper body was A large black t-shirt with some patterns printed on the chest. Although she is very fat, her beautiful body is still faintly visible. Her facial features are very delicate. It has both the characteristics of white women and the temperament of oriental women. Unfortunately, her complexion Pale, with short hair more like a chicken coop, ruining his beautiful appearance.
"Are you... Angela?" The young woman finally calmed down after realizing that there was a little girl in front of the door, then covered her forehead and looked at her for a long time before asking hesitantly.
Angela sighed, didn't speak, and walked straight in. As soon as she entered the room, a pungent smell came on her face, which made her cover her mouth and nose, the room was dark, and all the curtains All pulled up, as if the owner of the house didn't like the day.
"Why... are you back in London?" The young woman closed the door, walked to the sofa with decadence, and sank in.
Angela took a step back and was about to answer when suddenly there was a thud at her feet, as if she had hit something. She narrowed her eyes and looked at the ground. After getting used to the dim light here, she was startled again. The cans on the ground, she picked up one and looked at it carefully. It turned out to be a beer can. There are at least dozens of cans on the ground. God, how long has she lived like this? !
Bang, with a crisp sound, the woman actually opened another can of beer and drank it with her head raised. Angela was so angry that she didn't know what was going on, but she would never tolerate a woman sinking into herself like this. Angela immediately stepped forward and grabbed the beer can. The woman first glanced around blankly, then frowned and tried to grab it back, but the little girl threw the beer can and followed her to the window. opened the curtains.
The woman who still wanted to retrieve the beer couldn't stand the sudden light, so she hurriedly raised her hand to block in front of her, and shouted angrily, "What are you doing!"
But Angela didn't answer at all, she pulled the curtains of all the windows one by one with a sullen face, the whole room was unobstructed in the bright light, messy, dirty, full of rubbish, it seemed that it had not been for a long time. cleaned. Simply a doghouse! Angela was very angry. She couldn't believe that she was so decadent. When she was an otaku in her previous life, she never made her house dirty like this.
At this moment, with a swoosh, the young woman began to close the curtains again, and the angry little girl immediately stepped forward and pushed her away, shouting angrily, "What's wrong with you! Look at the way you are now, even in the street. The beggars on the side are not as good, do you want everyone to see this! Do you think everyone owes you!"
"Get out of the way! I don't need you to take care of this brat!" The woman yelled at her angrily.
"Look at your appearance, your self-care level is not as good as that of me, don't you feel ashamed?!" The little guy roared back without showing weakness. If someone familiar with her well-bred upbringing can see her like this, I'm just afraid that the chin will never fit again.
"Damn it! It's my own business, it's none of your business! Why do you care about me!" The woman was almost hysterical, looking like she wanted to slap the little guy.
"Because I'm your sister! I treat you as a sister! OK!" Angela stared at her motionless, she wasn't afraid of her, and there were many quarrels when she asked her to quit smoking to help her treat anorexia nervosa.
When the woman heard this, she was stunned, and the hand she wanted to raise also fell. She stared at the little girl blankly, two lines of tears slowly rolled out of her eyes, and suddenly, she suddenly kicked He kicked the beer can fiercely, pushed all the messes around him to the ground with a whimper, and finally sat down on the sofa, buried his head between his legs and cried.
Angela sighed, unbuttoned the travel bag from her body and threw it aside, then walked to the woman's side, knelt down, embraced her head in her arms, and gently comforted her, while a strange feeling arose in her heart, it should be herself It's logical to cry in the other's arms, right
"Okay, Kate, tell me what happened," the little girl whispered.
The woman in her arms sobbed: "Angie, my dad... My dad passed away."
The little girl couldn't help being surprised: "Mr. Beckinsale died?!"