"Okay, okay, I will never do this again next time. In short, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Now I said it in advance, you shouldn't blame me anymore... Ann, I didn't mean to... Go on like this, I'm going to cry, do you want me to cry in the airport lobby?… Got it, I love you too, Jessie, but… Before I hang up, I want to say… I want to say… Jessie, I I miss you so much, really!"
Click, Angela, who hung up the phone, breathed a sigh of relief. Hell, that feeling came again. I just wanted to say that I miss you so much, why is my heart beating so fast
The little girl returned to the VIP lounge. The plane might still be a little late because of the heavy snow, so after sitting down beside her parents, she started flipping through the latest "Rolling Stone". The reviews for those three songs have a full page, with red undertones, and then a giant black silhouette with a big white question mark in the middle.
These comments are both derogatory and praised, but most of the derogatory places are on the lyrics and music, but they are invariably affirmative for her singing skills. One of the statements is the most representative: very perfect, even the shortcomings are perfect, yes, Maybe there are still some deficiencies, but Miss AM has linked these deficiencies with the songs very well, which makes these deficiencies have a different kind of charm, which is really surprising.
Such a high evaluation made Angela quite uneasy, and she always felt that there was an unreal feeling. Maybe if you look at the "Bulletin Board" again, there will be more opinions for reference? Unfortunately, I couldn't buy it, so I'm afraid I'll have to wait until I get back from London after the New Year.
But then again, is the little girl on Christmas Day really Scarlett Johansson? Angela didn't know, after all, unlike Lindsay Lohan, she had never seen Scarlett when she was a child, and Scarlett didn't have the iconic features like Lindsay, such as that red hair. Forget it, don't think about it so much, so what? Or think about what she will face in London this new year, the old duke's grandfather will definitely not let her go, hey, it's really a headache.
When Angela woke up in a daze, she seemed to be in the car, and she rarely slept in her father's arms.
"Hi, Dad, are we there yet?" The little girl yawned and sat up lazily, her eyes hazy as if she wanted to sleep.
"It's a little sleepy. Your father carried you off the plane and into the car, but you have been sleeping, and it seems that you haven't woken up yet." A familiar voice came, which made Angela shudder and open it. Eyes: "Uncle Frank?!"
"It's me, what? Surprised?" Frank in the driver's seat laughed.
"It doesn't matter, as long as it's not Steward Gerald." Angela seemed relieved and wanted to lie back in her father's arms, but her mother had already picked her up.
"Chris, you said the wrong thing just now." After letting her sit down, Elena, who was arranging her collar, looked at her and said.
Angela stuck out her tongue and stopped talking. She forgot that this is the UK, this is London, she came with her mother, and she went to her grandfather's house, so some things, such as etiquette, must be strictly observed.
"My dear sister, when did you become as old-fashioned as Daddy," exclaimed Frank from the front.
"Frank, this is not old-fashioned, some etiquette should always be observed." Elena replied.
Frank shrugged and whispered: "This is really not like you when you eloped." Of course, he could only whisper this, if Elena heard it, maybe something would happen again.
It was almost 5 o'clock when we arrived at Albert Manor, the sky had begun to darken, and lights began to appear in the manor. The surrounding Christmas related arrangements were changed to New Year's, and it looked beautiful on the white snow. .
As soon as Angela got out of the car, a barking sound came from not far away, followed by two tall shepherd dogs. Angela giggled, clapped her hands, and opened it. A shepherd dog immediately jumped up. Qi jumped into her arms, sticking out her tongue to lick her, the little girl screamed and dodged, but she was very happy, the other one who was a tad slower, whimpered and circled around her After several laps, it kept rubbing against her legs.
"Okay, snort, okay, Poppy, stop! Stop!" The little girl barked a few times before the two big dogs stopped playing and stood by her side with a loyal look.
"No wonder these two guys run so fast, it turns out that my little angel is here." An old but loud voice came over, and a white-haired old man with a slightly bald forehead walked over with a cane, and his grandfather Clays came over. T. Mason's calmness is different. Grandpa Clark Albert is more outgoing. Beside him is Gerald, the old housekeeper in black dress. The corners of his mouth are slightly upturned and he looks peaceful, but everyone who knows it knows That's just appearance.
Angela wanted to go forward and hug the old man, but hesitated for a while, and finally stretched her right leg back and crossed her left leg in place, and then shortened her body with the nonexistent skirt corner.
The old man was stunned for a while, and then said with a smile: "Why, when did you like to greet me in this way, my dear."
The little girl stuck out her tongue and didn't know what to say for a while. Fortunately, her mother stepped forward and hugged the old man: "Happy New Year, Dad."
"Happy New Year, Father-in-law." Jared also stepped forward and shook hands with the old man. He didn't have a good relationship with his calm father, but had a good relationship with his outgoing father-in-law. It was really interesting.
The family entered the manor under the guidance of the old man. Unlike grandfather's New York villa, the entire manor was in complete English classical style. From the doors and windows to the curtains to the corners, as well as the large fireplace, they all looked antique.
Mom's brothers and sisters, to be precise, mother's brothers and sisters, except for the youngest sister Winnie, who is still in Athens, the others have come back early. Angela is very happy to greet the elders. In the west, there are A good point, as long as they are of the same age as their parents, men are called Uncle, and women are called Aunt, which saves a lot of trouble.
Generally speaking, the family atmosphere is better than New York. This is not to say that the atmosphere at Grandpa's house is not good. It's just that although my mother fell out with the family because she fell in love with Dad and ran away in anger, she finally reconciled with her grandfather. , that was a real reconciliation, unlike my father, who barely said a word to his father face to face.
But there is still one thing that cannot be escaped, that is, prayer before meals. Although the little girl has been baptized - otherwise there will be a godfather, she obviously will not be a believer - of course, it is nominally, and the parents are relatively young when they are young. Rebels, although they are all Christians, have little interest in things like worship.
But the two old people are different, one is a devout Jew and the other is a devout Christian, so the requirements in this regard are very strict, especially the grandfather, as a nobleman, he has to observe a lot of etiquette. time must be followed.
So, facing the fragrant smoked fish, ham, cheese, and mashed potatoes on the long table, even though the saliva has reached her mouth, the little girl still has to sit on the bench and pray with everyone in a proper manner, and then With the help of the servant, I took the food to the plate, and ate it with a ladylike and graceful sip. Alas, I knew that I should have something to eat on the plane, instead of sleeping through the night.
The only thing that made me a little happy was that my grandfather was swept away. He wanted to order some red wine, but the housekeeper took the bottle away.
"You can't drink, not even a drop." Mr. Butler was polite and firm.
In this regard, the grandfather was not good or could not say anything. He muttered a few words, and finally shrugged. Mr. Gerrard was someone who had grown up with him by his side.
After dinner, it is more casual. In front of the crackling fire, everyone gathers in twos and threes to discuss topics of interest. If you want to watch TV, you can go to your room, and the living room is a place to chat.
As the eldest granddaughter, Angela is undoubtedly much favored. Besides, she has an aura of affinity, which even animals can't escape, such as those two big dogs, such as the horse in the stable, and now my grandfather's snow-white The Persian cat is squinting comfortably in her arms. This little cat is my grandfather's favorite. I usually stick with the old man. Even the food is prepared by my grandfather. Others want it. To tease her, you will only get a roll of eyes.
"It's really unfair, why does Dudu always like to stay by your side?" Frank said while trying to tease the cat's chin, but was immediately pushed away by the human-friendly kitten.
"What, Uncle Frank is starting to be jealous of a kitten?" Angela said with a smile, and at the same time scratched the cat's chin like a demonstration, and Dudu also let out a comfortable bark, which made Frank lower his face. black line.
"What a proud cat." Uncle said helplessly.
"It's better to be proud than to lie," the little girl grimaced at him, "who told me to be careful?"
"I'm telling the truth." Frank shrugged.
"Truth? Are you telling the truth when you lied to Sister Julia?"
"Dear, it's not good to slander me like this. Besides, my dear Julia and I are just ordinary friends. We write more letters, rarely make phone calls, and we discuss literary or philosophical issues, so you like this The rhetoric is unreasonable."
normal friend? It's an old-fashioned excuse. I'm already calling my dear, and I'm still secretive, when I'm a child of three or four years old? Did I really know nothing when I was in L.A.? Angela squinted and looked at the eloquent Frank with contempt. Before he could finish speaking, she turned and walked towards Grandpa.
"Hi, dear Chris, is it fun to make a movie?" Grandpa asked with a smile.
The little girl stuck out her tongue in surprise: "You thought you wouldn't ask."
"Why? Because I'm an old stubborn?" Grandpa laughed.
"Of course not, I'm afraid you will blame me... I came back to London but didn't come to see you." Angela replied eagerly.
"To be honest, I'm really unhappy, so you have to compensate me." The grandfather at this time was quite an old urchin.
I knew that the little girl pouted in her heart and asked, "Yes, I know, tomorrow night?"