Starting from London, Berlin, Paris, Rome, Madrid, Lisbon, Vienna, Stockholm, Copenhagen, Amsterdam... Finally, I returned to London again, and the entire European continent began to boil. It is hard to imagine that this was just the first day when the crew arrived at Heathrow Airport. The indiscriminate fanaticism was spreading rapidly like a virus. North America had a two-week controversial frenzy and box office heat waves, landing in Europe across the ocean, and in the last week of July, it really opened the curtain of the summer season.

This is why it is qualified to be called the turning point in history.

Alice looked at the lively street scene outside the car window. They had just passed Paddington Station, but half an hour ago they had just walked around from South Kensington, and now they had gone around again. They followed Lance's car and had been wandering around London for more than an hour. Many cars had been lost. But even so, there were still more than a dozen cars chasing them. Even though Alice had not had such an experience, she still knew that this was too incredible. When passing by Belgrave Square before, they saw a team of about 800 people holding up the poster of the "Rampage Road" high, singing in unison, celebrating the carnival. It seemed that every corner of the city was joining the party.

Not far away, Alice saw a corner of St. James' Palace, and she had an idea inexplicably: Will the Queen become interested in the "Rampant Road" when she was flipping through the newspaper? As far as she knew, the Queen had a good impression of the "007" series, and also liked Judy Denchi's play.

"Mandarin Oriental?" Alicia's voice came over, and a confirmation sound came from the radio, "Yes, three crew vehicles have entered the parking lot of Mandarin Oriental. There are two more cars in Chelsea, but we probably think it should be Mandarin Oriental." Alicia pondered for a moment and whispered, "I understand."

But after cutting off the radio call, Alicia raised her head and looked at the car not far away seriously. Alice couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's wrong? Is the address wrong?"

Alicia did not look back, but shrugged, "No, my intuition may not be Wenhua Oriental. But who knows? Intuition and facts are still different after all." Alicia did not make a judgment easily. Suddenly, she sat up straight, patted the driver's arm, and said repeatedly, "Edward, Edward, keep up! It's Four Seasons, it's Four Seasons! God, this damn Lancelot actually deceived everyone, he chose Four Seasons! Haha, they can't keep up now!"

Things changed so quickly that they had already entered the underground parking lot before they could react, and the noise of the engines around them was immediately left behind. Alice was suddenly stunned - they arrived? The nearly two-hour journey started from Heathrow Airport, and they were finally about to end this magical journey? Does that mean... she is very likely to see Lance?

The beating of the heart suddenly began to become chaotic.

Park Lane Four Seasons Hotel is not the most luxurious or retro in London, where top hotels are gathered, but it does occupy a place. It is located in the rich area of ​​the West End, facing Hyde Park in the west, and Buckingham Palace and Westminter Church to the southeast, not far from Trafalgar Square. More importantly, it is only a fifteen-minute drive to BBC TV. In the crowded and noisy London, it is a rare quiet place, and the existence of Hyde Park has also become a good place to take a walk. In addition, as a bonus point, Park Lane Four Seasons Hotel has three luxurious top suites with private butlers, which can ensure the private space of the crew.

"What are you waiting for? This is the only opportunity. After they enter the hotel, you will not be able to get in touch." Before the car could stop, Alicia immediately said, "Hurry, hurry up, I have seen the butler team, you sprint quickly, sprint!" Alicia opened the car door directly, and the driver slowed down the speed completely.

In the flash, Alice rushed down and ran wildly. Then Sam, Adrian and others realized and ran down one after another.

Alice only felt her blood burning, and she rushed with all her strength, her eyes locked on the slowly docking vehicle, and then she saw... She saw, Lancelot-Straello.

The heart stopped beating, as if the whole world had stopped running, leaving only a halo, burning with a scorching heat.

Lance sat in the back seat of the car, and said to Percy with a low smile, "Let them all come back. I guess those reporters have seen the clues and the game is not fun." Looking up, Lance saw the little girl standing about five steps away. She stood timidly, with her expression frozen in the moment, but the incredible deep in her eyes was quietly surging. It was the little girl she saw at the airport just now. Unexpectedly, she met again.

"Mr. Strello." The private butler standing at the door of the employee passage greeted him, "Welcome to the Four Seasons Hotel in Park Lane." The gentleman and polite standard London accent awakened the long-standing memory of studying in my mind. Lance nodded with a smile, but raised his hand to stop the butler's self-introduction, turned to wave to the little girl, and signaled her to come over.

Alice saw the blue eyes, her head was completely stumbled, but she took a step by a silly manner. She had forgotten her breath, but her steps still walked forward step by step, shortening the distance between them bit by bit. Then she saw Lance's mouth move, but she heard nothing, and couldn't help but feel a little panic and confused, blinking, not understanding what was going on.

The smile on the corner of Lance's mouth suddenly bloomed, like the bright sun. With a "boom", Alice's head exploded, all the noise surged into her mind, all the touch fell on her skin incredibly clear, and then she heard Lance's low laughter, "Tick, Tick. If you didn't ask, I'm leaving."

"...No, yes, I mean, I have a request." Alice stammered, her voice extremely panicked, "Signature, can you sign me?"

"Of course." Lance spread his hands gently, "This is a simple thing, isn't it?" Lance looked up and down at Alice, "So, where do you want me to sign?"

"Oh! Oh!" Alice was stunned for a moment, then suddenly woke up, and hurriedly took out the DVD CD of "City of God" from her backpack and handed it on, "Can you please sign here?" She also handed over the carbon pen. "Alice, my name is Alice Hill."

Lance's eyes fell on the disc, and he looked at Alice deeply. It can be seen that she was not a simple fan, but a fan who had actually watched his works. "Alice, are you okay now?" Alice did not understand the meaning of this sentence and looked at Lance blankly, "I mean, you didn't look very good at the airport just now."

"You... do you still remember me?" A storm wave was stirred up in Alice's eyes.

"I'm not that forgetful." Lance said with a smile, and Alice nodded quickly, "Good, I'm really good. To be precise, I can't be better."

Lance handed the disc to Alice again, "That's good. And, thank you, thank you for your love for my work." After that, Lance walked out of the back seat, and his tall height immediately forced Alice to look up. At this time, Sam, Adrian and others all arrived. Lance glanced at them, and there was a large crowd behind him sprinting with all his might. Lance did not stop any longer, but just patted Alice's arm, "Tell your friends, they lacked some luck today." Then, Lance quickly walked into the employee passage, and the private butler followed closely behind. The other staff immediately cut off the back path and built a wall of people between Lance and Alice.

"Alice, Alice, what did Lance say just now?" Sam asked in anger, but his eyes still greedily captured Lance's background and was reluctant to leave for a long time.

"He said, you are missing a little luck." Alice repeated mechanically. After saying that, she realized that Lance had deliberately played tricks on Sam and the others, which made Alice burst into laughter. She raised her head and saw Sam with annoyed look on her face, standing there, "Slow! It's all my fault for being too slow just now!" In just a few dozen seconds, they passed by.

Adrian and others who were standing next to him also savored Lance's joke and laughed, "Did you get Lance's signature?" Although they were unable to have a direct contact with Lance, they were too lucky to never fall behind. They shouldn't be too greedy, right?

I saw the handwriting of flying dragons and phoenixes on the disc read, "To Alice Hill, thank you and your friends for greeting me with warm cheers. I am confident that this trip to London will be very beautiful. Also, I like the posters outside your car, and the screaming ponytail girl, although she disturbed my rest time. Lancelot-Straello."

Adrian couldn't help but raise his head happily and laughed, "Sam, Sam! Lance remembers you."

"What? What?" Sam immediately turned around and read it directly. Everyone around him laughed, but Sam didn't care at all, his eyes began to jump with bright light. Obviously, he didn't feel "embarrassing" at all, but felt endless joy.

The other movie fans who followed also surrounded her disappointedly. The parking lot was very lively for a while, but Alice took the CD over again and looked at the chic handwriting on it with satisfaction. This was her best memory of sixteen years old, indulging indulgence, desperate, but unforgettable.
Chapter completed!