striker cool brother

Chapter 100 Christmas Light Festival
The joyful atmosphere of the festival, as early as the beginning of December, the streets of London were full of festive atmosphere.

Christmas trees, lanterns, ornaments, and Christmas lighting ceremony, the whole street is full of festive atmosphere.

In the morning, families with religious beliefs will go to church to sing hymns and pray together to welcome Christmas.

In the afternoon, it is a happy time to prepare Christmas Eve dinner with the family.

Bread, roasts, pastries, desserts, fruit and most importantly roast turkey.

When Mrs. Howe saw her husband coming home alone, he looked a little disappointed and asked, "Didn't you go invite guests?"

Eddie Howe smacked his lips and said, "Strange, Luo doesn't have any family in Bournemouth. Where did he go?"

He wanted to invite Rosie to his family dinner, but when he got to the door of the apartment, Rosie wasn't home.

Mrs. Hao said: "Maybe other teammates invited him away, come in quickly, the family is waiting for you."

Eddie Howe thinks it is also possible. Rossi is very popular in the team. If he can think of inviting him, can't others think of it?

Regent Street, London.

The gorgeous lights hanging on both sides of the street are dazzling and dazzling, which is one of the symbols here.

It not only attracts a large number of tourists and photographers, but also is a commercial square famous for its clothing.

Pixie was wearing a camel-colored windbreaker. The bust, arms, and waist were all very slim, highlighting her slender figure. With a pair of small leather boots, her blond hair hung down, and she looked like a playful little princess.

Although she wears sunglasses, passers-by will inevitably look at her with such an outstanding temperament like Pixie.

Some people recognized the popular singer and asked for a group photo one after another.

If this is the case, there is no need to drink coffee.

Seeing what Rossi was thinking, she waved her hands pretending to be innocent, as if to say that there is nothing she can do about being famous.

"Didn't you come here for coffee?" Rossi whispered, "This is where clothes are sold, and the coffee is over there."

"I want to go shopping first, and then go when I'm tired."

"When do you go on shopping like this, when will you be a head. It seems that many people here have recognized you." Rossi pressed down his peaked cap.

"Then give me the scarf." Pixie stretched out her hand.

In order to avoid the scene of a large fan meeting, Rossi had to take off his club scarf and hand it over.

"You are a big star after all, and you even snatched my scarf."

Pixie surrounded her with a smile, covering the lower half of her face.

"It's so warm!"

Rossi rubbed her face, the damn weather made her ears ache.

Pixie touched his ears playfully, and said with a smile, "Let's go, let's drink coffee."

With the help of the scarf, Pixie saved a lot of trouble. The two came to a coffee shop with a good atmosphere and chatted.

Due to work reasons, Pixie will stay in London on Christmas Eve and Christmas and cannot go home for the holidays.

"Your boss really squeezes the surplus value of employees, even on holidays." Rossi complained.

Pixie looked out the window at the tourists coming and going, all of them accompanied by family or friends.

At 6pm, every street and every square in England is lit up, and each location has its own style of lighting.

Regent Street is called "Angel Lights", also known as "Christmas Elves".

It is an angel with wings and three skirts behind her.

After ten o'clock, there will be fireworks and live performances.

Pixie, as the first lady of the UK singles chart in the second half of 2014, was naturally invited to perform here.

Pixie seems to have long been used to this kind of work and lifestyle, even though she is only 23 years old now.

"In the past, my family members went to work with me to celebrate the festival and take care of me. Today I deliberately don't let them come, and let them spend the festival with relatives and friends."

"Well, that's pretty good."

"And this Christmas Eve, it's very happy to have you accompany me to celebrate the festival."

Rossi said: "It's also my first time to celebrate Christmas. Our family has never celebrated this holiday."

Speaking of family, Pixie asked with great interest: "By the way, I never heard you mention your family. What do they do?"

Rossi looked out the window thoughtfully, obviously not wanting to answer this question, Pixie changed the topic tactfully, and said, "They all support you to play football?"

"They didn't like it. They asked me to play football, just to keep fit." Rossi wrote lightly: "I joined the professional league, but they were not happy, so I ran out and became independent."

"Then they should be happy for you when they read the newspaper now."

"maybe!"

At this time, two beautiful young ladies came over and looked at them curiously and excitedly.

Pixie turned her head to the side and covered her face with her hands, thinking she was recognized again.

It seems to attract attention everywhere.

"Hello……"

The blond beauty spoke timidly.

"Excuse me, are you Rossi from Bournemouth?"

Rossi looked over in a little surprise, and couldn't believe it.

"It's him, it's really him." Another beautiful woman with short black hair next to her grabbed her friend's hand excitedly.

Rossi smiled awkwardly and said, "Hello!"

With the acknowledgment of the deity, the two hands clasped their hands excitedly in front of their chests, and said, "We are all your fans. I didn't expect you to be in London, and you also came to see the lantern festival?"

The two looked at Pixie, and there was actually a Bournemouth scarf on the table.

Intuition told them that the identity of this woman must not be simple.

The eyes of jealousy faintly revealed, and the intuition of women made them feel hostile to each other.

"Can we take a photo with you?" the blond lady said provocatively.

Rossi couldn't refuse, and said, "Okay!"

"Then trouble your... friend, can you take a photo for us?"

On the word "friend", she emphasized her tone.

You can feel the strong smell of gunpowder through the air.

Pixie stood up, forced a smile and said, "Of course."

After taking a group photo, the blond lady said: "Luo, I hope you can come to Liverpool next season. We will definitely win the championship."

It turned out to be a Liverpool fan.

Rossi smiled silently.

After the two left, Pixie was still angry, her cheeks puffed out, and she was sullen.

"It's the first time for a big star to take pictures for someone." Rossi laughed.

Is this a matter of taking pictures for others?

Do you understand or not?

Pixie wished she could leave immediately, immediately.

Rosie saw her unhappiness, but not knowing the real cause of her unhappiness, so she changed the subject to talk about Christmas Eve in London.

Before I knew it, it was almost 11 o'clock, and Pixie's phone rang to inform her that she was going to perform on stage.

"Here you are." Rosie handed her a box and said, "Christmas gift."

Pixie had already guessed eight or nine points, and said a little angrily: "It's your jersey. Luo, you plan to combine two gifts into one, it's too ungentlemanlike."

Rossi scratched her head and said in embarrassment: "Ha, you know, I don't want to miss this festival..."

Seeing his embarrassment, Pixie found it very amused, and said with a smile, "Forget it, please forgive me. Let's take this scarf as a Christmas present."

Rosie sent her to a stage set up on Regent Street and asked: "After the event, straight home?"

Pixie shook her head and said, "There is still work tomorrow morning, and after participating in the activities, I have to communicate with my partners about work matters, so it's time to say goodbye to you again."

Rossi smiled and said, "It seems to be in a hurry every time."

"Hopefully I can stay longer next time."

As the clock strikes zero o'clock, Pixie makes her finale appearance, singing songs, and gorgeous fireworks rise into the sky, illuminating the sky.

Rossi waved towards the stage, and Pixie also saw him for the first time, waving the scarf in her hand.

After finishing the Christmas meeting, Rossi returned to the hotel to rest, and took the express train back to Bournemouth tomorrow morning.

(End of this chapter)