England 1986

Chapter 311 This party, I am the only one
Friday, October 1992, 1.

A small town in the Basque Country in southern France, on a small cruise ship waiting outside the port of Saint-Jean-de-Luz.

Allen stood on the deck and felt the breeze blowing from the bow of the ship. The outside temperature is about ten degrees, but the climate in southern France is not bad. Paris still wears down jackets, but here he wears a single jacket That's it, just when it's a little cold to take off the outer cover, and it's just the critical point to put on the outer cover.

This small town just listens to its name, and it seems to be unknown, but the name of their small town is preceded by a saint, which is very unusual.

Allen also listened to Luc Besson's recommendation before placing the location here.

The most famous place in this place is also the most well-known by ordinary people, and it is probably macarons.

This does not refer to the brightly colored color system, but to a French dessert. To put it bluntly, it is a kind of almond cake. Later, it developed more and more widely, and the colors are also very bright. It has more meanings. Anyway, here, macaron is dessert, or the birthplace, the taste is authentic, a century-old brand!
Another famous one is about 300 years ago, in the 17th century, Louis XIV married a Spanish princess here, and now this town still retains the cathedral used by Louis XIV and the Spanish princess when they married—— Saint-Jean-Baptiste Cathedral.

"Alan! What are you looking at here? Who did you invite?"

Spencer rubbed his hands and looked expectantly at the distant port, looking forward to the bachelor party organized by Allen.

"Who was invited? Anyway"

Allen deliberately didn't say that he knew what type Spencer liked, just as Spencer also knew what type Allen liked when Spencer held a coming-of-age ceremony for him. Everyone knew each other very well.

"whispering sound"

Spencer curled his lips, and he wasn't curious anymore. Anyway, he was about to land, and he would know later. Thinking of this, Spencer walked to Allen's side and held the fence with his hand, and said, "You Why haven't you ever wondered who I'm going to marry, you didn't even ask."

"Love or not!"

Allen had no interest in this guy's gossip, and he didn't even bother to inquire about it, so that Spencer was tickled by Allen's lack of curiosity.

"Hey, aren't you studying at Cardiff University? Do me a favor. I'm going to your university for further study. You can help me get a journalism major and let me go to the BBC for an internship."

Spence winked at Allen.

"???"

Allen suddenly turned his head and looked Spencer up and down. This guy has changed his temper. He is still studying journalism and going to the BBC for an internship. What is he planning to do? He will be responsible for breaking the news about the private lives of noble children in the future?Be a plus size paparazzi?
Although this job doesn't look high-end, but if he really wants to reveal some secrets, he is really making money. Hey, you people in the Spencer family, why are you all so pessimistic and like to break the news?
Diana is like this, and now this Spencer is still like this, what are the siblings doing?
"You just say whether you can do it. It's a bit of a whim. I fell in love with that female reporter and I'm doing an internship at the BBC. After a while, you put me in the BBC and let us get acquainted. Then I'll propose."

"No, wait!"

Allen couldn't figure it out for a while. This bachelor party is usually before getting married. Although there are no express regulations, everyone's default is that the marriage proposal and engagement are completed. He also thought so, he thought that Diana had already found a good wife for Spencer, who knew that she hadn't been found yet?
You haven't even decided on a partner yet, so you can't wait to hold a bachelor party, that's not right.
"Female reporter? Not noble?"

Thinking of this, Allen was even more stunned. Spencer is now the only child of their Spencer family. Besides, his father is about to pass away. He is now destined to inherit the title of earl. Now this thing is looking for a commoner?
"Hmm. What's the matter? I want to find someone, who can stop me? We are true love!"

"."

Forgot your true love, and now you are about to go to a bachelor party, what kind of true love is this?

"Okay. When I go back this time, I'll say hello there. You can report directly to the BBC headquarters with your materials."

Putting aside the plot of helping others, what do you want? Allen has no obligation to control Spencer. His father and sister haven't said anything yet. When will he be a relative to speak?

"Haha. Okay, when I get married, I will write a book first, and I will say a few words of kindness to you in the book."

Spencer laughed and slapped the fence hard, looking very high-spirited.

"???"

"Wait. What the hell are you going to do?"

Allen was completely speechless this time. He's going to be a reporter for a while, and he's going to write a book for a while. That's it?

I took a closer look at Spencer. He has extremely flowing and semi-long hair, big eyeballs, and looks melancholy and still sleepy. This style is very popular now, decadent.
But for such a thing, Allen really can't associate him with professions such as reporters and writers.

"Why, are you going to write a Gambia travelogue? I read the title of the book as "The Years I Grinded Iron Rods and Drilled Mines in Gambia."

"What the hell! Humph. Don't talk nonsense, I'm very dedicated to love."

Spencer waved Allen, and without giving Allen time to complain, he pulled Allen and said, "Let's go, get ready to disembark."

The French entertainment industry has always produced a beautiful woman, the main one is pure in appearance and holy in temperament.

But the films they often make are a little... very popular with the audience.

Alan doesn't know about other people, but he likes it very much anyway, especially the dedication of the French for art, which Alan admires the most.

Like in his previous life, he took his girls and told them earnestly that it was all for the sake of art. Isn't it just that the clothes were a little cooler so that it cost hundreds of millions of dollars? This is art!
But often sincerity cannot be exchanged for sincerity, the other girls insisted that he was playing hooligans, Alan was speechless after being told, and sighed that this high-end French artistic thinking seems to be very unsuitable for the mainland market, the mainland female star art Quality still needs to be improved.

But now, it’s different here. The French and Italians have almost the same artistic quality. If you compare them carefully, the Italians tend to be bold and unrestrained, while the French tend to be graceful and restrained. Yes, it will also make you watch hard, mainly because you are more distracted than your kidneys, it is very artistic.

And the current generation of French ladies, of course, is the famous Sophie Marceau. She is in her twenties, and it is time for her achievements. Last year, she also starred in a musical romance film called "Blue Movement". .

But Allen didn't look at it. He didn't like this Sophie Marceau very much. Anyway, he didn't like it for no reason. He felt that this person looked at her profile from a certain angle, a bit like a certain Internet celebrity in his previous life. .

In addition, the current lady is very snobbish, she is a typical representative of extreme neophytes, very double standards.

As long as the family background, financial resources, and fame surpass her, she will face it very humbly. If it is not as good as hers, then I'm sorry. Men don't have a good thing!

In addition to this, he had talked about Xiao Heizi's boyfriend before, which made Alan even more unbearable, but now...
The old Spencer next to him liked this one very much. It happened that Spencer also liked to drill mines. The two were a match made in heaven. She came to accompany Spencer, saying that she was introducing her to a quasi-earl of England.

Then this one came up.

"Sister Isabel, are they coming soon?"

In the coffee shop near the sea, two ladies sat opposite each other, looking at the small cruise ship entering the port. Sophie Marceau looked at her watch. The time was correct. It should be this ship. bit, asked a question.

Sometimes double standards are not single-sexed, but indiscriminate. Even if it is the same actress, as long as they are not as famous as her, Sophie Marceau doesn't bother to communicate with them, but this one in front of her, although older than herself Ten years old, but she is recognized as the first lady of France, her status in the circle is only higher than her, not lower than her.

Faced with this kind of senior, even Sophie Marceau, who is very double-standard, can only honestly call her sister.

Isabella Adjani lightly brushed her long black hair, looked in the direction of the port, and said with a slightly playful smile: "Maybe, who knows, but the British are said to be gentlemen. They shouldn't be late."

She and Sophie Marceau came here in advance to wait, also according to the introducer's plan, saying that there are two noble young talents from Great Britain who want to have a chat with the two ladies and discuss art.

One of them is not very famous, but has a high status, the eldest son of the Spencer family, the quasi-earl heir, Sir Charles Spencer!

And the other one, compared to that quasi-earl, is just as famous!

The famous friend of women, the bully of the European entertainment circle, the lion of Will --- Alan Hill.

Although I don't know why the two of them are going to visit France at the beginning of the new year and have an appointment with me, but just because of their names, it's worth seeing!
Isabella Adjani is only in her 30s now, she is still charming, and she is in one of the best stages of a woman's life. In addition, she has fair skin and black hair, and she is taller than many The skin of ordinary European women is much better. With a little dressing up, she looks like a young woman in her twenties. She is very attractive. She is very confident in herself. Get acquainted with Earl Allen, maybe I can go to England to make a few movies in the future.

Although she won the Oscar for Best Actress in the early years, how can one award for a woman be enough?

What's more, it was an award more than ten years ago?

If she is influential, it is to allow everyone to see her face in the movie, instead of being called a lady of the previous generation, a former flower of France, which sounds outdated.

As for Sophie Marceau in front of her, hum!
Isabella Adjani glanced at her and snorted inwardly, little bitch.

"I said, can you do this?"

Walking from the port to the better coffee shop, Spencer was a little speechless. He never stopped complaining along the way. Although it was only a 10-minute walk, shouldn't a car be arranged for such a long distance?
In the scene he envisioned, he would sit in a luxury car, then park the car at the agreed location or villa, press the window, lift his chin very coldly, and say, women, get in the car!

Then everyone went back to where they should go and played wildly for a few days.

Instead of being like this now, he and Alan walked like ordinary tourists.

This is too out of class!
This is not the bachelor party you want!

"Take it."

Allen touched his pocket, took out a small envelope and handed it to Spencer, raised his chin towards the cafe not far away and said, "This is the key to the villa I ordered, and there is an address in it. As for what you will use when the time comes It’s not necessary, it depends on your ability.”

"what?"

Spencer took the small envelope in shock. What are these things?
This is a bachelor's party. To participate in this kind of party, you and Alan are the only two people. That's all. Now you have to rely on yourself to pick up girls?

The honorable Master Spencer came out to a party, and he still has to try his best to pick up girls?

"Fuck, this kind of party, I'm the only one"

Just as he was about to complain that he was not going, Spencer suddenly saw Allen waving towards the coffee shop, and the two ladies sitting next to the glass of the coffee shop just happened to wave hello this way.

这 是
Sophie Marceau?

Huh?The one next to her is, Isabella Adjani?
Is this the collection of the flowers of France?
Falk, this kind of thing still needs Allen to do it, the quality is too high!

"What's the matter? You don't like this kind of party?"

Allen turned his head and glanced at Spencer, who was already in love.

"No, Alan, from today onwards, you are my brother, a real brother, if there is another party like this in the future, please be sure to bring me!"

"Tsk, aren't you emotionally specific?"

"hiss"

As Spencer was walking, he was momentarily speechless by what Allen said. He raised his chin after thinking about it, and said very arrogantly: "Come out to play, don't say such disappointing things, such things as being single-minded, that's not going home. Can we talk about it later? Let's go. Hurry up!"

"Ladies, is anyone sitting here?"

Allen is wearing a casual jacket, light-colored jeans, and white sneakers. He looks like a sunny boy, but his temperament is not sunny, but this kind of outfit will make him look young and not as serious as usual , On the contrary, it reflects more masculinity.

He took Spencer to the coffee shop and walked to the seat of two ladies. There was a small round table surrounded by four single chairs. Allen deliberately asked if there was anyone here. Create a sense of chance encounter.

(End of this chapter)