Renly cleared his throat, and his throat was a little dry. He drank too much last night. Fortunately, Sangria didn't have any alcohol, so he didn't have any symptoms of hangover.
He picked up the tea cup on the table, took out the tea bag inside, put it on the tray, looked up and drank the strong tea in the cup in one go. Twenty years later, he is still not used to the tea bags in the Western world. After all, he still misses watching the tea leaves stretch out in the boiling water. However, in special times, it is better than nothing.
Putting down the teacup, Renly hurriedly left the hotel room. Today, he has an important task at hand - he will have a closed experience, and the eight-hour personal practice will not only be a physical test, but also a mental torture. He needs Just focus all your attention. Now that he had made up his mind, Renly would not hesitate.
The hotel lobby on the first floor is not noisy. There is a group of guests checking in at the front desk, a backpacker is checking something in front of the computer in the waiting area next to it, and another person is sitting on the sofa with his back to the door and reading a newspaper; bright sunlight Projecting in unimpeded, the entire lobby is spacious and translucent, making people feel refreshed, and there is vitality in the tranquility. There's no better way to start a new day this way.
This Catalonia Park Guell hotel is located in the slightly remote Gracia district, only 600 meters from the famous Park Guell, but you need to use transportation to the city center, about fifteen minutes away. The "Buried Alive" crew had a limited budget. Renly's reservation for this three-star hotel exceeded his expectations. He was already mentally prepared to live in a youth hostel. What's more, compared to the hustle and bustle of the old city, the Silence is also good for Renly preparing for the role.
Renly nodded to the lobby manager and walked out towards the door quickly, "Mr. Hall, Mr. Hall." The lobby manager stopped Renly, "You have a visitor."
Renly's brows furrowed slightly, visitor? What kind of visitors does he have? He is now a nobody, and this time he came to Barcelona without attracting any attention. How could there be a visitor? Is it a crew member? Rodrigo didn't say he was coming this morning.
Raising his head, he glanced around the lobby subconsciously, his eyes suddenly stopped, and he locked onto the back of the man who was reading the newspaper.
The strong shoulders are slightly thin, and the navy blue suit meticulously outlines the sharp lines; the toughness and firmness of the chin curve can be vaguely glimpsed, and the slightly tight bronze skin can glimpse the rules and restraint of the straight sitting posture; a black short hair neatly And fit, revealing the cold and cold, as if even the falling sunlight could not help but stop three feet away.
This back, he can be said to be all too familiar, how could he not recognize it
Ren Li lowered his head, his drooping eyes obscured his inner emotions, only a momentary smile peeked out between the light and shadow, like a spring/light/sudden leak, the arc of the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and then subsided, Like a gentle ripple, "You'd better be reading the newspaper. If you don't plan to follow, I'll call a taxi now."
The mellow voice pulled the strings of the cello under the bright sunlight. After speaking, Renly turned around and started walking without any hesitation.
The lobby manager stood there at a loss, "What's the situation?"
Then the figure sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper stood up, folded the newspaper slowly, turned around, and said to Renly's receding back, "Even if I don't intend to give the old man a warm welcome. Hugs, at least, you can give me some time to clean up."
"You know I don't like to put on a pose." Renly's voice came from a distance, his footsteps still didn't stop, and then he turned around, a smile on the corner of his mouth burst into an instant, "Especially I don't like someone pretending to be better than me."
Standing on the side of the road, looking left and right, Renly raised his hand, a taxi at the far end of the road was heading in the opposite direction, and then stopped, waiting for the next car to pass by, ready to turn around.
"I thought you would stay in a youth hostel, but I didn't expect you to choose a hotel. This kind of accommodation doesn't look like your style at all." The man trotted all the way to catch up, but still put his left hand on In the pocket, there is no embarrassment at all, and there is a familiar familiarity and kindness in his demeanor.
Renly raised his eyebrows lightly, and sneered back without showing weakness, "I thought you refused to show up in such a high-end hotel. If Charlotte knew about it, you could laugh at you for at least a year."
The man's eyes flashed slightly, a smile flashed, and then he shot back, "She obviously won't miss you, especially after learning about your current job."
"I don't mind performing Hamlet in front of her once. You shouldn't forget that every time she sees 'Hamlet', her whole body cramps and she runs away. Especially can't stand the phrase 'to live or to die', I will definitely give her a play Shakespeare-style performance." After Renly said calmly, the two of them couldn't help laughing, obviously recalling a common memory.
The taxi driver parked the car on the side of the road, a little hesitant. Looking at the two men in front of them, their heights are almost the same, the slender legs and the gentleman's temperament seem to be somewhat similar, but they are different. Wearing a T-shirt and jeans, casual and elegant, with a hint of laziness in the sun, the picture of standing side by side makes people yearn, but timid.
They don't look like the type to take a taxi at all.
Matthew-Dunlop stepped forward, opened the car door, and made a gesture of invitation; Renly did not refuse, bent down and got into the car, reporting the address he had written to the driver. A completely accustomed look.
Matthew stood by the door and paused for a moment, everything so familiar, as if it had never changed, and would never change. Shaking his head with a chuckle, he also got into the car right after, the taxi almost did not stop, and then sped away.
"Aren't you curious about why I appeared?" Matthew looked at Renly with a calm face, as if he was not surprised by his sudden appearance.
The two had not been in touch for more than a year—the so-called non-contact means that there was no news exchange. He knew that Renly was in New York, but he still didn't know which area Renly lived in. After Renly went to New York, he disappeared completely, as if sinking into the sea.
Matthew searched Renly's face earnestly, but still found no surprise, "Aren't you curious how I knew you were here?"
Renly turned his head and looked at the old friend in front of him seriously.
Ying Ting's eyebrows are like the steep Arctic Ocean coastline, and the tall and straight nose bridges the deep facial features into two halves. Fitted hair, buttoned shirts, delicate cuffs, and straight trouser lines all exude a detached and upright abstinence/lust/temperament, which makes people involuntarily stop five steps away.
Everything is as it is in memory. A year's time has hardly left many traces on him - compared with the previous fifteen years.
The Dunlop family is quite similar to the Hall family. They are both poor nobles, but they always maintain the pride and restraint of the nobles. His father is a lawyer, his mother is a judge, and the third in the family, with two sisters - Charlotte - Charlotte-Dunlop is one of his sisters.
Renly couldn't quite remember the beginning of the story, all he remembered was that they met in elementary school. For Renly, who was reborn once, elementary school students were a bunch of little kids, and naturally they didn't plan to make friends; but I don't know when the two became friends. It can be said that Matthew was made friends after his rebirth. The first friend - the real one. They've been classmates since then, Eton, Cambridge, and now.
"Edith." Renly said with a fox's slyness in his dark brown eyes.
Edith is the only explanation, her work is inextricably linked to Hollywood. The recent news of "Cleopatra" being on the bulletin board is not too big or small, but you can still notice it if you want to; Edith only needs to go to the union to ask, the information of "buried alive" is public, and it is not difficult to guess to the answer. Matthew is a lawyer with an almost crazy paranoia about details. As long as you give him a little clue, it is not difficult to associate the facts.
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Matthew looked disappointed, apparently Renly had guessed the answer the first time, which was a real disappointment. In order to find out Renly's current location, he really spent a lot of effort, and finally called Rodrigo, and after a long circle, he originally planned to surprise Renly, but he didn't expect it to be punctured.
It was like this when I was a child, and it is still like this now. Time doesn't seem to have changed much.
"Where is our current destination? It seems a little early to go to a bar or a prostitute now." Matthew quickly returned to normal, looking at the rapidly receding scenery on both sides of the street, obviously not the city center direction.
Renly didn't lift his eyes, and spit back lightly, "That's Arthur's hobby, not mine. Obviously your brain has been damaged by the law."
"Huh, it seems that Hollywood hasn't poisoned your blood yet." With that lingering fear, he gave Renly a savage blow - London's aristocrats have always been dismissive of Hollywood, and Matthew's words provoked Renly giggled, "I'm here this time, are you planning to go back to London?"
"No." Renly shook his head. "When you go back, say hello to Charlotte for me." Charlotte is also an anomaly in the Dunlop family, always thinking that the aristocracy is rotten and should be abolished in one go . There is no market for such shocking remarks among nobles, but it makes Charlotte and the two rebels of the Hall family good friends - Charlotte and Edith are also good friends.
Matthew was not surprised by such an answer, nodded to show his understanding, and then changed the subject, "So, where are we going now?"