Great Artist

No one is born strong, no one is born tenacious, no one is born independent. Every hurdle in life constitutes a life, but also shapes a person under this time and space. Rome wasn't built in a day: a year for a tree, ten years for a man, that's the truth.

Catherine Bell, who left London and arrived in New York, knew that this society did not believe in tears. She had to muster up the courage to abandon all the temperament she had developed over the past twenty years, and firmly grasp her fate in her own hands. Only she can give her sons the happiness she expects.

Standing in front of the former residence, there were so many pictures that flashed in Evan Bell's mind, but what finally settled in his mind was not the scene of the stormy night, but the first time he opened his mouth to call Catherine Bell "Mom" At that time, the moving joy on her face made Evan Bell clearly feel why she always said that maternal love is the greatest and most inclusive love in the world.

"Take a picture, go back and show Katherine and Teddy." Evan Bell took out the camera he had prepared, which was the main reason why he came back today.

Fourteen years ago, after leaving London, Catherine Bell said goodbye to the past completely and never heard any news about her hometown. This time, since Evan-Bell has returned to London, it is natural to bring back some memories from the past.

Eden-Hudson stretched out his hand, but he couldn't help but be stunned when Evan-Bell handed over the camera. Evan Bell looked around for a figure who could help, and said, "Of course, the two of us want to take a photo together", indicating that you have also been to our former residence. "

Hearing this, Eden-Hudson stopped talking.

In fact, the famous Evan Bell, no one has excavated the deeds of his childhood in London. First, when the Bell family of three was in Greenwich, the two Bell brothers were still young, and Catherine and Bell came and went often, but now Katherine and Bell's reputation has not fully risen, so people in this area did not recognize Egypt. Wen Yibel was the youngest son of the Bell family who lived on this street back then, and it was normal: Second, the three Bell family were very low-key, and Evan Yibel never talked about family affairs during interviews. In fact, even the interviews Neither accepted much, let alone Catherine Bell and Teddy Bell.

It was also the first time that Eden Hudson knew today that Evan Bell lived here when he was a child.

This is just an ordinary residential street, and no tourists will pass by. Evan-Bell looked around and found the figure of Mrs. Angie. Mrs Angie, the old lady who lived in the third room on the right hand side of Bell's house, Evan Bell remembers, when their family left London, Mrs Angie was sixty-two years old, and now she is seventy-six years old. The old man, still continuing the habit of the earlier years... I like to take a walk on the street in the afternoon.

Evan Bell didn't shout "Mrs. Angie" but just like a strange tourist, "Madame, hello, can you take a picture for us?"

More than ten years later, Mrs. Angie is still the same. She likes to help others. She agrees to Evan Bell's request very readily. After taking pictures, she also rambles to tell them what places in Greenwich are worthwhile. The tour is completely a hospitable old man.

Evan Yibel replied with a smile, rolled his eyes, and asked, "Ma'am, I found that there doesn't seem to be a dry cleaner around here. Don't everyone in this town go to a dry cleaner?"

"Do you have clothes to dry clean?" Mrs Angie just looked up and down Evan Bell, and then said, "In the back street, there is a Welsh dry cleaner, you can go and see. Before There was a dry cleaner in the market in front, but it seemed that the business couldn't go on, so it moved out. I see, there's no way it can't go on, it's good to blame the neighborhood." The object, he just kept babbling on, wishing to tell everything about the past 30 years, "A few years earlier, there would be a time-honored brand opened by a gypsy in the market. They opened it for seven or eight years. Years have been great business."

The Gypsies were the dry cleaners where Katherine Bell worked. Back then, there was only one dry cleaner nearby, and business was naturally booming.

"Then 90 years? In 1991, there was a fire, and it was completely burned." Mrs. Angie did not realize that the two young "tourists" in front of her were just asking where the dry cleaners were, and they simply took the community's The history of the dry cleaners elaborated on the side, "Even the pair of gypsy fù did not escape. It is estimated that they were cursed, and then the business of the dry cleaners here gradually declined..."

fire? Even no one escaped, is this retribution, or is it God's will?

Eden-Hudson didn't know why Evan-Geul didn't interrupt the old man in front of him, but just listened carefully. He didn't even know what Evan Bell had inexplicably mentioned about the dry-cleaning shop. The Long Seam Hotel provided dry-cleaning facilities. Services.

However, looking at Evan Yibel's serious expression, when he heard that Gypsy fù did not escape, his eyebrows moved slightly, which was a relief and a kind of indifference, Eden Yiha Deson seemed to understand something. But at this time, the gossip in his heart showed no signs of being activated, only peace. Turning to look at the small two-story house, his eyes were deep.

After talking about the past, Mrs. Angie continued to set foot on her walk with satisfaction.

Evan Bell, who was standing there, looked at the well-preserved old house in front of him, and let out a long breath." "Let's go. "The Langham Hotel is located at the intersection of Regent Street in the West End of London. Regent Street is the main commercial street in London and the most prosperous city center. When Evan Bell and Eden Hudson returned to the door of the hotel, it was already afternoon. It's three o'clock, which is the peak time for people to walk through. Evan Bell and Eden Hudson discussed that they should go back and taste afternoon tea. The Langham Hotel has a special afternoon tea lounge, which will be handed down for hundreds of years. The tradition of afternoon tea has been preserved intact.

A polite, bow-tie gentleman at the door dutifully opened the door. "Good afternoon, gentlemen."

Evan Bell took a few steps inside, he slowed down and waited for Eden Hudson to walk side by side. Because there were always embarrassing incidents of bumping into pedestrians while walking and talking a few times before, Evan-Bell now tries to remind himself to pay attention when he walks.

The lobby of the Langham Hotel, which is filled with the elegant and noble style of the Victorian period, always has a kind of calm and quiet. But in this silence, there was a soft whistle in front of Evan Bell. Although it was not an exaggeration, it was still obvious in the lobby of the Langham Hotel, which made many people around him turn their heads. Including Evan Bell and Eden Hudson.

In front of him is an old gentleman of about sixty or seventy years old. His silver-white hair is neatly laid and combed on his back. He is wearing a three-piece black suit that is tailored to the body. The two-layer oblique insert design of the ōng bag is all too familiar to Evan Bell. Katherine Bell has sewed this design several times.

"Miss Hawkes," the old gentleman blurted out. The voice was no longer as loud as the whisper just now, but rather like a murmur. The sight around them was retracted, and everyone didn't notice any unexpected pictures, so they stopped paying attention.

Evan-Bell turned his head to look and saw that there were two young ladies behind him. Of course, he thought the old gentleman was calling the lady behind him. After all, they called "Miss 1", so he turned his head and said to Eden Hudson. To "Are you still going to change into an important dress for afternoon tea?" The two joked and walked forward.

But after only taking two steps, the old gentleman turned around and shouted "Mr. Hoeber" to Evan Bell again. He seemed to be worried that Evan Bell did not hear and left, and shouted again "Bell." gentlemen."

Evan Bell stopped for the second time, turned his head to look at the old gentleman in front of him, "Sir, are you calling me?" Evan Bell has many chances to meet fans now, but at such an age Big fan is the first time. However, after thinking about it, Evan Bell was a little suspicious. The old gentleman was clearly calling a young lady just now. What kind of "Hawks" was it, so why did he call himself again?

The old gentleman in front of him looked up and down at Evan-Bell, his eyes kept rolling, and Evan-Bell's brows couldn't help but move closer to the middle. Anyone who is looked at by others so recklessly ~www.readwn.com~ will not be in a good mood. Even if the other party is his own fan, he should not react in this way.

"Like, it's really too similar." The old gentleman said a word out of nowhere.

Hearing this sentence, Evan Bell's brows were completely tangled together, but he quickly relaxed, "Sir, I'm sorry, you recognized the wrong person." Then he turned around and prepared to leave.

Eden-Hudson, who was standing on the side, jumped in his heart, and a bad premonition hit him.

Before Evan-Bell's steps could start, the old man stopped in front of Evan-Bell. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I lost my way just now." The old man carried a calm elegance. , although he was a little rude at this time, and even spoke with some vibrato, but he still tried to calm himself down "Mr. Bell, that Miss Hawkes, oh, look at my note, may I ask Miss Catherine how everything is okay? ?"

Just hearing this sentence, Evan Yibel's face suddenly turned down, "I'm sorry, you recognized the wrong person." This **** premonition!

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