When the box office data of the first day of "Jurassic Park" came out, Eric and the crew were still in London. Everyone was a little tired because they had rushed to the two premieres across the Atlantic in a row, but when they heard "Jurassic Park" After the record-breaking box office data of "Park", the exhaustion of the crew members was swept away. Everyone knew what the doubling of the midnight show record and the box office of 21 million US dollars on the first day meant, so everyone in the crew was very excited. Rick booked a banquet hall at the Hyde Park Hotel where the crew stayed that night, and invited everyone to party all night.
Although the premiere in London is over, the film will be released in other European countries in the following month. Small countries such as Belgium and Luxembourg don’t even have premieres, and only one or two actors are needed to participate in some TV talk shows or The interview is enough, but Eric still has to reveal the main European countries such as France, Germany, Italy, and Spain. Therefore, after the London premiere, Eric did not leave and continued to live in London. .
It has been more than five years since I woke up one morning in the summer of 1988 and found myself traveling to this strange time and space. Eric has almost forgotten the original information about this body. However, the British media obviously did not. Forget him as the 'little boy who walked out of Walworth', anyway, on the day Eric and his party's plane landed at Heathrow Airport, this title appeared in a London newspaper. Walworth is a district in southeast London. Eric searched his memory, but he could barely piece together some pictures of winding streets and alleys. If he was really left in the so-called Walworth district. He absolutely can't find east, west, north and south. However, the "kind" London tabloids published all the streets and alleys where his body had lived for eight years in the next few days. It is also very sensational to hope that he can go back and have a look.
Although the British don't want to take the whole world as their own as frantically as Bangzi, they always adhere to the proud insistence of "what's mine is mine, and what's mine is still mine". On occasions such as the premiere, Eric still gave the British a lot of face, and did not hesitate to confide some nice words about missing his hometown when asked by the media. After all, he won the favor of the country. There are also many benefits to the release of my own movies in the future.
After attending the premiere, the news of the exciting box office in North America came. The other main creators of the crew went to other countries in the European continent in groups to promote, but Eric did not relax immediately. After a whole week like this, I finally felt free. Although I still received a lot of party invitations, most of them I could reject with confidence. Although he is not too fond of the British, Eric is still very interested in the city of London. So he asked the people in the branch to find a tour guide for himself. Walking through the corners of London.
The tour guide is an authentic West End girl named Caroline Wilson. It is said that he is a descendant of aristocrats. He is petite and petite. Although he is young, he is very knowledgeable. He is familiar with all kinds of allusions to any scenic spot in London, and he is a bit more professional than those professional tour guides. According to the manager of the branch, the girl is a top student at Cambridge University, and she took this job just for the summer work-study program. However, this girl has a little pedantry that is unique to the British. Although the two are in an employment relationship, the girl has no sense that the young man opposite him is her temporary boss. He will be outspoken, and before his words, he added a sentence full of arrogance, 'i beg your pardon!', which seems a bit cute.
On a slow-moving yacht on the Thames River, Eric and the girl stood on the deck together, looking at the scenery that slowly slipped by on both sides of the river.
"There is the Parliament Building, also known as the Palace of Westminster. This building was rebuilt after the fire in 1834. There were two original designs, one was the ancient Roman style round The roof-style building, the designer Mr. William Kent said that the architectural style represents harmony and order. Another solution is the Gothic style of Sir Charles Barry, because this architectural style is mysterious and majestic, and it is more mysterious and majestic than that. A slightly religious ancient Roman architectural style was suitable for a parliament, so it was finally chosen."
Eric didn't stand there solemnly like the girl beside him, but leaned on the railing casually, listened to the girl's skillful introduction, and said with a smile: "Caroline, what I heard seems to be the same as your opinion. In the middle of the nineteenth century, London became darker and more chaotic due to various factors. Those conservative nobles with a bit of literary flavor felt that the dark and weird Gothic architecture was more in line with London at that time. Therefore, the Gothic style was chosen when the Parliament Building was rebuilt.”
Caroline Wilson was startled when she heard Eric's words, and then took a deep breath: "I beg your pardon, Mr. Williams, I don't agree with your point of view, although there is indeed such a saying, But a building of such importance as the Houses of Parliament would never have come out of such an absurd way of choosing, it's a serious thing."
Eric looked at the girl speaking with a smile on the corner of his mouth. After Caroline Wilson finished speaking, she raised her head and stared into Eric's eyes, which were wide open, waiting for him to continue to refute.
Eric was also planning to quarrel with this delicate girl again, when the originally gloomy sky unknowingly began to rain again.
The overall rainfall in London is not too much, but due to special climate reasons, the weather is always gloomy and gloomy most of the time, and there will be a drizzle from time to time.
The bodyguard who was originally hiding in the cabin saw that it was raining outside, so he quickly sent an umbrella over.
Eric took the umbrella and said, "Since it's raining, let's find a pier to dock. We'll be here today."
The bodyguard nodded and got into the cabin again.
Eric held up the umbrella and covered the two of them together under the umbrella.
"Thank you, Mr. Williams." Caroline thanked softly. She shrank her neck a little shyly. In a blink of an eye, he said again: "But, but I still can't agree with your point of view just now."
"Okay, I admit defeat," Eric said immediately.
Not far away on the river, seeing Eric holding an umbrella for the girl beside him, the spotlights on the small boat not far away immediately flashed frequently. Since the moment Eric got off the plane, he has not broken the paparazzi for 24 hours in four weeks, and more than a week has passed. He's used to these people too.
However, after glancing at the girl beside him, Eric suddenly asked, "Caroline, have you read the newspaper recently?"
The girl who had always been serious during the past few days blushed immediately, but still nodded honestly: "Yes, Mr. Williams, but I won't take those words seriously."
"That's good," Eric didn't want to talk about the gossip fabricated by the tabloids, watching the yacht slowly stop on the pier in front, Eric took Caroline off the boat.
A black Bentley commercial vehicle was already parked on the side of the pier.
"Caroline. Shall I take you home?"
"Thank you, Mr. Williams. But no, I can take a taxi back, and if you can, just lend me an umbrella."
Eric looked at the rain that was getting thinner and thinner, and stepped forward to open the car door for the girl himself: "Let me take you back, there should be no taxis around here, don't refuse, just treat it as an employee benefit."
Caroline Wilson hesitated for a moment. She knew that Eric lived in the Hyde Park Hotel. In fact, she also lived near Hyde Park. It was not too far from Eric's residence, and it was indeed not easy to find a taxi here. He thanked him again and carefully got into the car.
Eric closed the car door, sat down on the other side, and then told the driver to drive.
"Where do you live?" Eric asked after the car started.
"Knight Street," answered the girl.
Eric nodded, and told the driver a few more words.
The Bentley walked slowly through the crooked streets of London. The atmosphere in the car was quiet for a moment. Perhaps it was because she felt that if she hitched a ride with someone else, she was obliged to liven up the atmosphere. Caroline Wilson quickly found a topic: "William Mr. James, you have been visiting London these days, are you planning to make a film about London?"
"This requires a suitable subject matter. However, if I really plan to make related movies in the future, I will definitely seek you as a consultant again."
"I, how can I do it, I can't," Caroline quickly shook her head: "However, I can introduce my mentor to you."
Eric looked at the serious look of the girl, smiled, and said, "I heard you are a student at Cambridge?"
"Well, I'm studying English literature. I just graduated this year and have been admitted to graduate school. I will continue to study after the summer vacation."
Eric nodded and said, "My latest film has a female lead who is a top student from Oxford. How about you, are you interested in becoming an actor?"
"I'm not interested, I don't know how to act." Caroline shook her head again, thought for a while, and said suddenly: "But a good friend of mine is very good at acting. She is also a literature student, but she created it when she was in school. I joined the drama club, it’s great.”
Eric just said casually just now, as for Caroline's classmates, he wasn't too interested, but there was still some distance from the destination, so he casually echoed: "Very powerful, how powerful is it?"
Although Caroline felt that Eric was not very interested in this topic, Eric continued to ask, and she still replied solemnly because of the politeness cultivated since childhood: "She will write the script herself, and the sophomore She won the student drama award at the Edinburgh Arts Festival when she wrote the play herself," Caroline suddenly chuckled twice when she didn't know what came to her mind.
"What's wrong?" Eric looked down at the clothes in front of him, and there was nothing wrong.
"No, no, I mean, that, the comedy she won the award will be "Little Fortune", because every time she performed, she would fall from a seven-foot ladder, so after winning the award, she So, I tattooed a small ladder on my body."
Eric was a little puzzled. It seemed nothing funny. After thinking about it, he suddenly asked, "Then where is her tattoo?"
Caroline's face turned red immediately, and she rubbed herself on the seat a few times before saying, "Here...here." As she spoke, the girl stretched out her finger and pointed at the root of Eric's thigh, and then said As if touching something terrible, he immediately retracted it, his face became even redder.
Eric is interested in the friend Caroline mentioned this time, and has a ladder tattooed on his buttocks. He has never heard of such a person.
"Your friend is quite interesting. Maybe you have a chance. You can introduce him to me."
Caroline nodded and wanted to say something, but in the end she felt too abrupt and didn't speak.
Half an hour later, the car stopped next to an apartment near Knight Street on the south side of Hyde Park. At this time, the rain outside also stopped. Eric put the girl down on the side of the road, said goodbye, and asked the driver to drive leave.
Caroline watched the Bentley disappear at the corner of the street. Just as she was about to turn around and enter the apartment, she heard the familiar roar of an engine coming from the other corner of the street, and then a large-displacement Jaguar Sovereign produced in the 1970s appeared in sight.
The Jaguar stopped beside Caroline, and a girl with wavy hair and a bohemian dress jumped out of the driver's seat: "Hey, Caroline, what are you doing standing here?"
"It's okay Rachel, I just got back," Caroline shook her head.
Rachel took a few glances at her face, then suddenly smiled and said, "Did the director send you back?"
Caroline blushed, and wanted to deny it, but nodded slightly.
The girl named Rachel pinched Caroline's cheek lightly, and said with a smile, "I really can't do anything about you. It's been so many years, and you can still tell a good lie. There's no way out."
"I don't want to lie."
"Okay, okay," Rachel shook her head helplessly, and suddenly asked narrowly, "Then do you like that director?"
"I... I won't tell you," Caroline's face turned red immediately, and she subconsciously stretched out her hands to cover her face, but Rachel hugged her in her arms: "Come, let my sister hug me."
Rachel was wearing small leather boots and was over 1.75 meters tall, but the petite Caroline was only over 1.6 meters. She was hugged by a girl who was dressed in a different way, but she looked like a couple.
"Rachel, don't, don't do this," Caroline pushed Rachel away and walked towards the apartment in a panic.
Rachel followed suit step by step, and continued to tease: "I saw it in the newspaper, and it said that you are a good match for that director."
"Stop talking nonsense." Caroline took out the key and opened the door, her eyes dodged, and she wanted to change the subject jerkily, and said, "I, I mentioned you to him." (To be continued...)