I love you, I won't kill you

Edinburgh, located on the south coast of the Firth of Forth in central Scotland, has been standing in the north of England as the capital of the independent Kingdom of Scotland since the fort was built in the 6th century AD.

It is not only the center of Scottish political culture, but also an important birthplace of Scottish history.The National Monument, built to commemorate the victims of the Napoleonic Wars, has become its landmark.

As a national monument, it was built in imitation of the Parthenon Temple in Athens.Therefore, Edinburgh has since then had a very beautiful and commemorative alias, "Athens of the North".

Edinburgh is called the "Athens of the North" because of the national monument that resembles the Parthenon in Athens.So, can the Lincoln Memorial with the style of the Greek Parthenon and the Washington DC where it is located be called "Greece of North America"?Or rather, Susan Whitney seems to have nothing but a sniff at the cocky Brit.

In her opinion, whether it is the English, the Welsh, the Northern Irish, the members of the Scottish royal family who married the English royal family in history, and the descendants of the Scots, they are all British people who are conservative, rigid, civilized, friendly, and humorous.

As for the purpose of coming to Edinburgh, one of the stops in the world tour, she wants to know when the Scots in plaid kilts learned the technology of making whiskey and made it popular in bars and parties all over the world.

For this reason, on the way to the four Scotch whiskey producing regions near Edinburgh, Susan met Theresa Stocker, a double-master graduate from the School of Social Sciences and Business School of the University of Edinburgh. .

Campbelltown in the southwest of Scotland is the first whiskey producing area she visited today.Sitting on the tour bus to Campbelltown, holding a map of Scotland and looking out the window from time to time.

"Hello. Is this road the A83 highway?" Susan asked a gray-haired old British gentleman beside her.

"Excuse me! Are you asking for the number of this road, or where we are going by car?" Wearing a crisp old British suit with a bow tie at the neckline, he exudes a strong Scottish atmosphere asked politely.

At this time, Teresa, who was sitting behind the elderly gentleman, stood up, "Hey, American?"

"What? Oh, damn it. Are you...?" Susan opened her mouth with an American colloquial phrase.

"No, no, I'm not American. I think you can tell." Teresa said, lying on the back of the chair with a smile on her face.

"Excuse me! This...fashionable, beautiful American woman needs my help. Do you mind?" the elderly gentleman asked Theresa.

"Of course not! This is the most famous monarchy in the world. If an American needs help, I think all the Britons in this car should help her." Teresa walked to the elderly gentleman, lady-like Squatting halfway, bowing your head and smiling, your hands are on both sides of your body to lift the corners of your skirt.

"Damn it, God! I just said a word, why are these British people so enthusiastic?" Susan thought to herself.

After thinking about it, he smiled and said to the two Englishmen, "Thank you. I just want to know how long it will take to reach Campbelltown?"

Theresa smiled one step ahead of the elderly gentleman and said, "According to the Royal Observatory's Standard Time, it is 9:45:55 local time in Scotland. Well, that is to say, it is still 21:05 and we will arrive at Campbelltown."

When the long-distance bus stopped at the station in Campbelltown, the elderly gentleman said to Susan very politely, "I am very honored to meet a beautiful lady from Georgia, USA. If you want to stay in Campbelltown for a few days, I You will be more than welcome to my house as a guest."

"Thank you very much! Oh, Mr. Sterling!" Susan replied politely.

"Okay, I think it's time for me to look for the whiskey processing workshop here. How about you?" said to Theresa who was still standing beside her.

"Well, processing workshop? No, Ms. Susan Whitney, you should say it is the birthplace of traditional whiskey." Teresa said seriously.

Susan shrugged and curled her lips, "It doesn't matter."

Teresa continued enthusiastically, "Since you are coming to Scotland for the first time, as a Scot I am very willing to be your guide to help you complete your travel plans in Campbelltown."

"are you serious?"

"Yes, I can be sure that there is nothing wrong with what I said just now."

In this way, Teresa was always by Susan's side for almost the whole day, dutifully doing the "part-time job" of a tourist guide.The content of the chat ranges from the four major whiskey producing regions to the culture of Scotland, as well as the entangled history with England.

Susan had the time, the dollars, or the pounds to come to this place to satisfy her curiosity, but she didn't want Theresa to just stay by her side and talk here and there.

"Uh, Theresa, don't you... need to go to work?"

"Work? Oh, unfortunately I don't have one right now. But I'll have one after this summer."

"Are you planning to finish the International Art Festival in Edinburgh in August, and then plan to find a job?"

"You're quite right. Actually, the exact statement is, I want to wait until after September."

"Did you? Did you get the email from The Guardian?"

"Yes. Did you know that The Guardian covers the whole of Britain..." Theresa sat across from her and said with some joy.

"Yes, yes, I know the newspaper. I've heard of it in America." Susan said, picking up her coffee cup.

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Originally, Susan planned to stay in the UK for only three months.But now, she has spent two years in Brighton, a seaside city in the south of England.

If she chose to stay because of the little bar near the Brighton pier, it is better to say that she did not hurt Theresa's love for her.

Susan and Theresa spent an unforgettable weekend in Campbelltown two years ago.It was in that motel that she decided she wanted to try out the British lesbian life.

"Hey, are you happy?" Teresa lay in Susan's arms, curling her hair with her fingers.

"Hmm, not bad. Just... how do you know?"

"Oh, I don't know that either. If you want to ask about sex tips, I'd be happy to answer."

"Forget it." After Susan finished speaking, she sat sideways on the edge of the bed and picked up the narrow-leg jeans and put them on.

"Where are you going?" Theresa asked, leaning against the head of the bed.

"Well, Campbelltown is not the final destination in my plans."

"Where would that be? Can you take me there?"

"No. Theresa, I...I never thought about it that way."

After thinking about it, Theresa said, "What if it's for me? Honey, we're going to London now."

When Susan finished putting on her tight vest, she turned around and said, "What are you doing in London?"

"Work, live, fall in love, find like-minded friends."

"Hmm, sounds good. So you've planned to do this?"

"Yes. I know that the first same-sex marriage certificate was issued in Los Angeles in 04. But in Scotland, no one has petitioned the Scottish Parliament to make partial changes to the Marriage Act (Scotland) 1977."

"Wow, you want to be this No.1?"

"Maybe. Susan, you just mean to get me a job."

Susan heard this and sat down, "Uh, that's right. You know I'm an American, and I'm more pragmatic about life and relationships. In fact, I don't like the kind of life that doesn't require sandwiches but only relationships."

Theresa frowned and looked at her, "You mean, you prefer sterling?"

"Sterling? Interesting! No, I like dollars. I prefer my hard-earned dollars."

"Oh, well. But I've just finished my studies, and I haven't been home to my parents for a few days since I've been back in Campbelltown."

"What? God! Why are you telling me now?"

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