American Fortune Life

Hecklier Castle gleams in the afternoon sun, solemn and elegant.

“Phew...”

Andy walked down a giant oak ladder with Shakira, Cheryl stepped on a double C-sign on the floor, crossed a hall with antique furniture from France, 50 feet high, a castle center lobby with a slender red and blue marble column supporting an arched roof, looked at four walls wrapped in 17th-century Spanish leather with portraits and photographs of members of the Smith family, and a fine carved wall with 20 shielded crests (Smith family badges) that underscored the strength and cultural heritage of the castle.

The three of them walked shoulder to shoulder in the garden of the estate, looking at all the joy and quiet hidden in the English garden, where the elephant valley flowers planted are waiting to be released. In the English countryside, like valley blossoms are found everywhere, they are just flowers, very delicate when they bloom, even though it is so evil and so special.

The wind rises and the flag flies high above Castle Haekkerell, all the way up the hill, the scenery is beautiful, Andy and Cheryl, Shakira stand together and watch the wildflowers of the mountains, the distant wilderness is a flock of star-pointed sheep, far away are the many cedars grown by the estate in the 18th century that have grown into tall and handsome trees, leaving people trapped in a romantic painting of the countryside oil.

“It is easy to find magnificent noble castles in England, but those are mostly historical monuments that have become unpopular and most of them belong to the British National Trust.

Even though the castle has been well preserved and has nearly 300 rooms, it is not very usable. Don't look at all the luxurious places, but the original luxury estate, after centuries of baptism, some of the monuments, the decoration has broken down. It also needs to be repaired and redecorated. ”

Andy looked back at the strewn castle of the outer wall flying the flag under the sun and said with some emotion, before taking two women on a tour, both of whom were stunned by everything in the castle, and the nobility and elegance of the estate between the lawn, the garden and the classical architecture were fascinating.

“Nothing is better than a flood of time... ”

Shakira looked at the beauty in front of her and listened to Andy's words, sending a heartfelt outcry.

“Oh, it seems to me that some beauty masks filth and struggle with an illusion, and that beauty is always an aspiration, or just a journey to that aspiration, and on the way it is enough to be fortunate enough to have a knowledgeable partner and not to ask God to give too much.” Andy reached for Shakira's slim waist very naturally, caressing it gently, without a hint of life.

Shakira's instinctive body lags behind, but there are some things, once women and men have crossed certain boundaries, that kind of indulgence may be like a dam to the dyke, one shot at a time, but it can't be cleaned up!

Especially when women experience happiness, they can easily become greedy and indulgent, struggling and sinking in the mud. Especially in the case of Shakira, which is‘ out of wedlock ', there is even the illusion of falling in love and getting caught up in it. It will be more disgusting and repugnant to the present, and instinctively “guard against the jade” of a lover to refuse and live a conjugal life. This is an instinctive reaction of women to qing love, and a stupidity of women to‘ extramarital qing people '!

And the man was trying to indulge, and all the men cheated and would still sleep peacefully with their wives, pretending that nothing had happened. And a man is born to separate feelings from YW, and even if he doesn't have feelings with that woman, he can still enjoy that pleasure...

Cheryl on one side looked at the slightly contrasting height of the cute dogs and women holding wen together and glanced at them, “Okay, what time is it? Let's not go back to London for a show. About last night, the British puppies were able to compile the story of the three of us into a restricted publication... ”

For a long chun, Andy unwrapped the almost hugged Shakira, straightened her body, and smashed her mouth. She looked at Shakira with a beautiful blush and laughed: “I can't help but show up. At night, I flew to find you. “

“Aren't you coming with us?” Cheryl frowned slightly, walking up to Andy and kissing him, asking.

“I have an important guest to see, you go back to London first.” Andy reached out and patted Cheryl's PG.

“OK, then we can go back and do some crazy shopping.” Cheryl shook Andy's eyebrows and said.

“Don't save me money!” Andy stretched out his funny hand and pinched Cheryl to smile at the lovely face of the barn.

“Nasty. Let's go...” Cheryl knocked out Andy's hand and some reluctant Shakira's helicopter on the far lawn, "okay, don't look, he's greedy, especially when faced with new recruits, he can't wait to leave the house for three days, don't worry, he won't let you go. ”

When she heard Cheryl's tone, Shakira blushed, glanced at her white, waved Andy, helped by a bodyguard, and boarded the helicopter.

Andy felt the wind coming from the propeller, watching the helicopter slowly lift up, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, quickly disappearing into the sky, slightly upward in the corner of his mouth, adding a new person to his legendary catalogue of kills, and feeling comfortable.

Leisurely turning back to the castle lobby, Butler Cline greeted him, smiling and reporting: "Sir, Mr. Christian's car has entered the estate. ”

“Well, bring him to the library to see me later.” Andy nodded slightly, walking up the oak stairs, holding onto a staircase that had been polished for centuries and turned bright YUAN, “sent a pot of black tea. ”

“Yes, sir.” Butler Cline was slightly in arrears, "she replied.

The gold-plated roof, gold-plated bookshelves, a neat row of precious ancient books in yards, ancient Greek Ionic columns, and a dark red sofa, along with dark red carpets, reveal a classic look in the Haekkerell Castle Library.

Andy sat at Napoleon's used wooden writing desk, carefully looking over a very well-preserved ancient Tang book, "The Legend of the Martyrs," and shortly afterwards, the library door was knocked down and pushed open.

The butler walked in with a suit of leather and a middle-aged white man, about forty or fifty years old, and Andy saw someone, standing up from a chair, smiling and taking off the white gloves on his hands, bypassing the table, smiling and saying to each other, "Hello, Christian. ”

“Hello, Mr. Smith.” Though much older than Andy, he smiled, his posture was clearly low, and his face was somewhat flattered and he shook Andy's hand to greet him.

“Have a seat.” Andy smiled and extended his hand.

“Thank you.” And after Christian finished saying thank you, looking at the chair he was going to sit in, his eyes lit up, his instincts reached out and touched the back of the chair and sat down slightly.

Andy looked at everything in the eye, his mouth slightly curled, and he said to the butler, "Cline, help Mr. Christian get a cup of black tea. ”

Andy sat across the street and smiled. “Honestly, when I started drinking English black tea, I wasn't used to it, but after a few more drinks, I found the taste was light and tender, and it was very good. ”

“Oh, speaking of English black tea, there's another infarct in the UK, which is, is British NAI tea poured into black tea or black tea poured into milk?

The problem haunted the British for 150 years, and it was not until 2003, when the Royal Society of Chemistry published an experimental paper called The Perfect Black Tea Brewing Act, that the dilemma of the century was ended, namely, that milk should be slowly poured into black tea without destroying the protein and NAI aromas in milk. “

“Ha ha...” Andy couldn't help laughing and shook his head when he heard Christian's introduction: "Well, at least in terms of the happiness of the food and drink, the rituals, the English are really invincible! ”

Looking at Andy laughing, Christian, as an Englishman, laughed.

The laughter converged, Andy took over the black tea handed over by housekeeper Klein, smiled and Christian across the street lifted the glass to show it, then squinted his eyes, took a small bite, put the white porcelain tea cup on the plate, his hands crossed over on the table in front of him and smiled, “So how many antiques did you find for me this time? ”