British 1986

Friday, January 17, 1992.

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

Allen stood on the deck and felt the small wind blowing from the bow of the ship. The outside temperature was about ten degrees now, but the climate in southern France was not bad. People in Paris still wear down jackets, but here they wear a single jacket. That's it, it's just the critical point where it's a little cold to take off the outer cover, and it's just right to put on the outer cover.

Just hearing the name, this small town seems unknown, but the name of their town has a saint in front of it, which makes it very unusual.

Allen also placed the location here after listening to Luc Besson's recommendation.

The most famous thing about this place, and the one most familiar to ordinary people, is probably the macarons.

This does not refer to the kind of very bright colors, but to a kind of French dessert. To put it bluntly, it is a kind of macaroons. Later it developed more and more widely, the colors were also very bright, and it had more meanings. Anyway, here, macarons are desserts, and they are also the birthplace of macarons. The taste is extremely authentic and it is a century-old brand!

Another famous thing is that probably more than three hundred years ago, in the 17th century, Louis XIV married a Spanish princess here. Now this town still retains the cathedral used by Louis XIV and the Spanish princess to marry - - Saint-Jean-Baptiste Cathedral.

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

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

"Who was invited? Anyway"

Allen deliberately didn't say it. He knew what kind of person Spencer liked. Just like when Spencer held a coming-of-age ceremony for him, Spencer also knew what kind of person Allen liked. Everyone understood each other very well.

"whispering sound"

Spencer curled his lips and was no longer curious. Anyway, we were about to reach the shore and we would know later. Thinking of this, Spencer walked to Allen and held the fence with his hand. He shouldered Allen and said, "You Why haven't you ever wondered who I want to marry? You didn't even ask."

"You love to talk but don't talk!"

Allen had no interest in this guy's gossip, and he didn't even bother to inquire about it, so Spencer was offended by Allen's uncurious attitude.

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

Spence winked at Allen.

"???"

Allen suddenly turned his head and looked at Spencer. This guy has changed his temper. He is still studying journalism and interning at the BBC. What are he planning to do? Will he be responsible for breaking the private lives of noble children in the future? Be an oversized paparazzi?

Although this job doesn't seem to be high-end, if he really wants to reveal any secrets, he is really making money. Hey, you Spencer family members, why are you so pissed and like to reveal secrets?

Diana was like this, and now Spencer is still like this. What are the two siblings doing?

"Just tell me if you can do it. Damn it, I've fallen in love with the female reporter and I'll be interning at the BBC. After a while, you can insert me into the BBC and let us get familiar with each other. Then I will propose."

"No, wait!"

Allen's mind was a little confused for a while. This bachelor party usually takes place before the wedding. Although there is no explicit rule, everyone's default is that the proposal and engagement should be completed before it can proceed to this step. In the past, Allen He thought so too. He thought that Diana had already helped Spencer find a good wife. Who knew that she hadn't found one yet?

You haven't even decided on a partner yet, so you can't wait to have a bachelor's party. That's not right.

"Female reporter? Not a noble?"

Alan was even more stunned when he thought of this. Spencer is now the only member of their Spencer family. Besides, his father is almost gone. He is now destined to inherit the title of earl. How can this thing be found by a commoner now?

"Yeah. What's wrong? I want to find whoever I want, who can stop me? We are true love!"

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I've screwed this true love of yours, and now I'm about to go to a bachelor's party. What kind of true love is this?

"Okay. I'll say hello to them when I get back this time. You can bring the information and go directly to the BBC headquarters to report."

Put aside the plot of helping others and just do as you like. Allen no longer has any obligation to care about Spencer. His father and sister haven't spoken yet, so who should he, a relative, speak to?

"Haha. Okay, after I get married, I will write a book first, and I will say some nice things about you in the book."

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

"???"

"Wait. What on earth are you going to do?"

Allen was completely speechless this time. Now he wants to be a reporter, and now he wants to write a book. That's it?

I took a closer look at Spencer. He had extremely long and flowing hair, big eye bubbles, and a melancholy and sleepy look. This look is very popular at the moment. It's decadent.

But for such a thing, Allen really can't associate him with professions such as journalists and writers.

"Why, are you planning to write a travelogue about The Gambia? I read that the title is called "My Years of Grinding Iron Rods and Drilling Mines in The Gambia."

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

Spencer waved his hand and hit Allen. Without giving Allen time to complain, he pulled Allen and said, "Let's go, get ready to get off the boat."

The French entertainment industry has always produced beauties, focusing on one who looks pure and has a holy temperament.

But the films they often produce are a bit... very popular with the audience.

Allen didn't know about the others, but he liked it very much anyway, especially the French people's dedication to art, which Allen admired the most.

Just like in his previous life, he would pull girls and tell them earnestly that this was all for art. Isn't it just that he was wearing a little cooler clothes? This is art!

But often sincerity cannot be exchanged for sincerity. The girl insisted that he was a hooligan. Allen was said to be speechless. He looked up to the sky and sighed. This high-end French artistic thinking seems to be very unsuitable for the mainland market. The art of mainland female stars Literacy still needs to be improved.

But now, it’s different here. The artistic quality of the French and Italians can only be said to be about the same. If you compare it carefully, the Italians are more unrestrained and cult-like, while the French are more graceful, even if they are exposed. It will also let you watch it while watching it. It is mainly more about your heart than your kidneys. It is very artistic.

The French beauty of the current generation is, of course, the famous Sophie Marceau. She is in her twenties and is the time to make 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 Sophie Marceau very much. Anyway, he just didn't like it for no reason. He felt that when he looked at her profile from a certain angle, he looked a bit like a certain Internet celebrity in his previous life. .

In addition, this current beauty is very snobbish. She is a typical representative of extreme neodymium boxing and has double standards.

As long as the family background, financial resources, and fame exceed hers, she will face them very humbly. If they are not as good as hers, then I'm sorry. No man is good!

In addition, this guy, whom he had talked about before, was even more unbearable for Allen, but now...

The old uncle Spencer next to him liked this very much. It happened that Spencer also liked drilling in mines. The two were a perfect match. This time Allen specially asked Luc Besson to contact Sophie Marceau to let him She came to accompany Spencer, saying that she was going to introduce a British Earl to her.

Then this guy came unexpectedly.

"Sister Isabel, are they coming soon?"

In a coffee shop by 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 right, it should be this ship. Facing the small cruise ship sitting opposite, bit, asked.

Sometimes double standards are not one-sided, but indiscriminate. Even if they are the same actresses, as long as they are not as famous as herself, Sophie Marceau does not bother to communicate with them more, but the one in front of her is older than herself. She is ten years old, but she is recognized as a beautiful lady of the previous generation of France. Her status in the circle is only higher than her, not lower than her.

Faced with such a senior, even Sophie Marceau, who was very double-standard, could only honestly call her sister.

Isabella Adjani gently lifted 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 very gentlemen. They shouldn’t be late.”

She and Sophie Marceau arrived here in advance to wait, also according to the introducer's plan, saying that there were two aristocratic young talents from Great Britain who wanted to chat and discuss art with the two ladies.

One of them is not well-known, but has a high status, the eldest son of the Spencer family and heir to the earl, Sir Charles Spencer!

As for the other one, his reputation is only higher than that of the quasi-count!

The famous women's friend, the European entertainment circle's bully, and the Lion of Will - Alan Hill.

Although I don’t know why the two of them came to France to visit and meet me at the beginning of the New Year, but just because of their names, they are worth meeting!

Isabella Adjani is only in her thirties now, and she still has her charm. She is in one of the best stages of a woman's life. In addition, she has fair skin and black hair, which makes her more beautiful. Many ordinary European women have much better skin. With a little dress up, they look like young women in their twenties. They are very attractive. She is very confident in herself. If she is with these two, especially if she can be with If you get to know Earl Allen, maybe you can go to England to make a few movies in the future.

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

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

What she wants is influence, so that everyone can see her face in the movie, instead of being called the former beauty or the former flower of France, which sounds outdated.

As for Sophie Marceau in front of me, hum!

Isabella Adjani glanced at her and snorted in her heart, little bitch.

"I asked you, can you do this?"

Walking from the port to the Better Cafe, Spencer was speechless. He kept complaining along the way. Although it was only a ten-minute walk, shouldn't a car be arranged for such a long distance?

In the scene he envisioned, he would ride in a luxury car, then park the car at the agreed-upon location or villa, press the window, raise his chin very coldly, and say, "Women, get in the car!"

Then everyone goes back to where they belong and has fun for a few days.

Instead of like now, the two of them were walking like ordinary tourists.

This is too classy!

This is not the bachelor party you want!

"Take it."

Allen touched his pocket, took out a small envelope and handed it to Spencer. He raised his chin towards the cafe not far away and said: "This is the key to the villa I booked. There is an address in it. As for you to use it when the time comes, No, it depends on your ability."

"What?"

Spencer took the small envelope in shock, what is this?

This is a bachelor party. At this kind of party, it's just you and Allen. That's it. Now you have to rely on yourself to even pick up girls?

The noble Master Spencer goes out to a party, but he still has to work hard to pick up girls?

"Fake, I am the only one holding such a party"

Just when he was about to complain that he wasn't going, Spencer suddenly saw Allen waving towards the coffee shop, and the two ladies sitting next to the glass of the coffee shop also happened to wave hello.

This is

Sophie Marceau?

Huh? The one next to her is Isabella Adjani?

Is this the collection of Flowers of France?

Farke, Allen still needs to take action for this kind of thing, the quality is too high!

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

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

"No Allen, from today on, you are my brother, a real brother. If there is another party like this in the future, please be sure to bring me with you!"

"Tsk, aren't you single-minded in your feelings?"

"hiss"

As Spencer walked, he was speechless for a moment by what Allen said. He thought for a moment and raised his chin, and said very arrogantly: "When you come out to play, don't say such spoiling words. Things like being single-minded in your relationship. That's not going home." Can we say it later? Let’s go, let’s go. Hurry up!”

"Ladies, is there 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. However, this kind of outfit will make him look very young and not as serious as usual. , on the contrary, it embodies more masculinity.

Taking Spencer to the coffee shop, he walked to a small round table with four single chairs placed next to the seats of the two ladies. Allen deliberately asked if there was anyone here, which could not only relieve the embarrassment of having just met, but also Create a sense of chance encounter.