I love you, I won't kill you

In 1811, George Augustus Frederick, a member of the British royal family and eldest son of King George III, automatically HRH the Duke of Cornwall and Prince of Wales from birth, became regent because of his father's insanity .The regent is George IV, who officially became King of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and King of Hanover in January 1820.

In 1815, Prince Regent George returned to Brighton at the age of 53.Using the living expenses allocated to him by the British Parliament, he refurbished a farmhouse that he rented here for the first time in 1783.

This farmhouse became the landmark building of Brighton, a tourist city in south London after 188 years - the Emperor's Pavilion (also known as the Royal Pavilion).Its mistress was Maria Fitzherbert, who once fascinated George and cherished him all his life.

Mrs. Fitzherbert was unable to enter Buckingham Palace as a member of the British royal family all her life because she was born as a commoner, was six years older than George, was widowed twice, and was a Roman Catholic.

Of course, if George's favorite mistress was not Lady Fitzherbert, but actress Mary Robinson, courtesan Grace Elliott, Countess of Jersey, Marchioness of Hertford and 10 years before her death According to his mistress, the Marchioness of Cunningham, people will never see an Indo-Islamic architectural style royal palace in Brighton.

Today, Brighton, a moderate and peaceful city, has inherited the fashion, leisure and unique taste life of the British upper class led by George during the Regency period.

The "Regency style" created by George also deeply influenced the Art Deco style in Brighton and the whole of England.The imagination derived from the ancient art of Greece and Rome, and the oriental sentiments from Turkey, Egypt, India and China have achieved today's British neoclassical style.

Susan likes the perfect exotic styles such as clumsy and bulky furniture, Chinese-style paintings, and Japanese-style lacquerware.She decided to put her flat in the UK in Brighton under such circumstances.

Theresa's reasoning didn't quite match hers, but she liked the pebbly beach here.There are also the Brighton Arts Festival held here in May every year, the gay parade held in August every year, the Brighton pier where you can ride a horse for only one pound, as well as beautiful seabirds, cheap fresh Donuts, special champagne and vanilla vodka...

With the above countless reasons, the two decided to try to live here for half a year.After all, the city is nearly two hours away from London's Ashfield Parade, where Theresa works.

Six months passed quickly, and the 24 months in the two years hardly stayed with the two of them too much.Until the summer of 09, Susan got news from her former close friend Julie.

At four o'clock in the morning, after seeing off the last vodka-craving customer, Susan sat on a high chair in the bar.Pour yourself a shot of tequila and top it with a couple of ice cubes.

Theresa pulled into the parking space outside the pub in a BMW Mini Coopers with a Union Jack painted roof.Pushing the door open, he looked at Susan and asked as he walked, "Hi, sweetheart, how are you today?"

"That's right, you just came back from the city center?" Susan took a sip of tequila and said slowly.

"Yes." After Teresa finished speaking, she stepped forward to hug Susan and kissed her.

After a few minutes, the two sat down with big smiles on their faces.After pouring Theresa a double shot, Susan said, "Do you think we're happy here?"

"Well, very happy. Apart from two hours of driving to work and two hours of driving home every day, the seaside apartment is full of movie and TV stars from all over the world, and every bar and club is full of people every night. There seems to be nothing I hate The place."

"uh-huh."

Teresa felt that Susan's conversation was not happy, she thought she was tired, "Honey, are you tired?"

Susan shook her head with a smile, "I'm really tired. It's just... I miss America a little bit."

"You...you mean, you want to go home?"

"Yes. I was going to travel the world, but now..."

"I'm so sorry, Susan. If you think it's my fault, I'd like to make it up to you."

"It's not your fault. I think it's George IV's fault. If he didn't love Mrs. Fitzherbert deeply, I probably wouldn't have found a better reason to stay in Brighton."

"However, George IV was a playboy, and in the end he abandoned Mrs. Fitzherbert."

Susan glanced at her, "Well, you mean, we can finish it?"

Theresa's eyes widened, "No! End, why?"

"If two years ago, I wasn't the one sitting in the car, and you didn't go to the motel with me, what do you think would happen?" Susan asked softly.

"I...I don't know. Maybe I'll still go to work for The Guardian, maybe I'll still come to Brighton..." Teresa finally said, her tone not so firm.

"It's okay. There are many like-minded friends here, and you will definitely find a girl you like. So, it's time to go home and visit family and friends."

"Well, I can't refute your reasoning. Just...give me some time?"

"No problem, what do you want to do?"

"I'm planning to apply for a position as a foreign correspondent. In this case, maybe I can go back to the United States with you!?"

"Theresa, are you serious?" Susan asked suspiciously.

"Yes, I hope I can live like you. Can you believe it? Some people say that it takes the British 20 to 40 years to accept new things from the outside world."

"Wow, it took this long? But, I remember not long after we came to London, you fell in love with Chinese food and things with a Chinese taste in Soho."

"Really? Well, maybe it's because I've lived in Brighton for too long that I've unknowingly been infected with George IV's unique taste."

The two stared at each other, and Susan smiled and held each other's hand, "Well, okay. I think we can learn from George Jr. in 1784, who was brave enough to elope with Mrs. Fitzherbert to the United States."

Theresa stared into her eyes with a smile, "No! If they really eloped to the United States, how could King George IV's Royal Pavilion be built in Brighton?"

"Really? You know, on January 1 of that year, the American War of Independence against Britain officially came to an end." Susan said.

"That's right, the 'Empire on which the sun never sets' lost its cornfields in North America forever." Theresa revealed a sense of superiority from the former British Empire from her eyes when she spoke.

Susan shook her head and drank the remaining tequila in the glass, "Okay, girl from the Empire on which the sun never sets. Besides, when this title first appeared, it didn't refer to Britain."

Teresa chattered as she followed her, "Actually, the Spanish Empire is not really an 'Empire on which the sun never sets'. When their king Philip II planned to attack the British Empire, God decided that they should It will eventually lead to failure."

"Hmm, if the British royal jazz and pirate leader Francis Drake didn't have his secret weapon, no one knows what the final outcome of this British-Spanish naval battle would be."

"You're funny, sweetheart. We both know that's just not possible."

"Oh, I know. Come on, dear Victorian lady."

"No. If I were a lady, I guess I'd be on Twitter looking for a tea party date."

"Damn it, God! Tea Party?!"

Teresa's application to reside in a foreign country was not approved until half a year later.Is this the slow rhythm caused by maintaining the tradition, rigidity and conservatism of the entire British society, or is it because of the sense of superiority and inertia revealed from the depths of their souls?

It seems that Susan's plan to return to the United States for Christmas fell through.In this way, the matter of returning home has been postponed until January of the following year.When she couldn't stand Theresa's slow tempo any longer, she yelled at her to break up with her.

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