On the bustling streets, cars come and go, and at two o'clock in the afternoon, the traffic jam is not too serious, but it is still flowing. In the middle of the car array, a dark blue coupe is so low-key that if you don't look at it, you will accidentally ignore the Bentley logo in front of the car, and suddenly think that this is just an ordinary car.

Only the aristocracy of the real upper class can taste the difference in details. Every detail of the car is unique and completely personal, and every inch of the interior is handcrafted according to the style and taste of the family and the owner.

Sharp-eyed people can judge the specific family affiliation and even the specific owner just by the flow of the body: this is the car of Baron George Hall, the most noble and expensive car in the entire Hall family, inherited from George's grandfather.

On ordinary occasions, the Hall family has another relatively ordinary Bentley, which is used in and out, and only on solemn and special formal occasions, showing the demeanor and posture of the baron, this car will be dispatched.

Richard Martin has been the driver of the Hall family for a long time, he has always been smooth and smooth when driving, familiar with the streets and alleys of London, easily navigating the road conditions, and never feeling bumps, but at this time, Arthur Hall felt a panic in his chest, and the feeling of going up and down was really indescribable.

Playing with the vintage pocket watch in his right hand, he opened and closed the lid again and again, and the crisp sound echoed in the carriage, and in the end, Arthur couldn't hold back, and looked back at Elph, "Can I not attend? You can handle it alone, I think you are the perfect person." ”

Elph Hall dressed up tonight, wearing a pearl white evening dress, retro design from the sixties, the existence of a corset and vest, outlining a slender and perfect waist, lace patterns and handmade folds cleverly conceal the curves of the figure, but also outline a delicate arc, elegant with nobility, a soft long hair twisted into a bun, the lines are not messy, and the elegance brings a cold temperament.

In the face of Arthur's irritability, Elph did not fluctuate superfluously, the corners of her mouth did not curl, but she seemed to smile, and the waves under her eyes did not show her calmness. Even if she didn't speak, it was enough for Arthur to understand what she meant: you don't have a choice.

Arthur rolled his eyes, wailed in annoyance, and muttered, "Don't look at me like that." This is a matter between you and Lan Li, you two fight, don't pull me in, I'm a caddy, yes, caddy. "Elph and Lan Li are both perverts, he's a normal person caught in the middle, it's cannon fodder level, and he's starting to miss Edith now: isn't that guy in London? Wait, or in Glasgow?

With a light sigh, Arthur finally adjusted his sitting posture, looking helpless to accept his fate, "So, what is our attitude? Do we know Lan Li?"

Tonight, the Hale family sends Ellef and Arthur to the premiere night of Les Miserables, and the two of them will represent the attitude of the Hale family and will set the stage for the future of high-class gossip. The task is daunting.

"Arthur, you're smarter than you think. Elph's elegant and appropriate words, but with an ironic effect, made Arthur roll his eyes again. "We were there on the opening night, but we didn't visit Lan Li in private, that's our attitude. ”

Hall. This surname is the best connection, Lan Li did not avoid it, and Ellef and Arthur did not avoid it, so they are a family, and everyone who attended the premiere night tonight clearly understood, and the Hall family will not be ashamed, let alone timid, but accept the invitation of the premiere night with dignity and pride.

However, the Hall family still refused to accept Lan Li's existence. They only treat Lan Li as an actor, and what treatment other actors are treated, Lan Li is what kind of treatment. What's more, the attendees were Elph and Arthur, not George and Elizabeth, and the attitude of the Hall family was clear.

Arthur's eyes widened, he let out a breath, and pouted to show his bystanders, "Anyway, I'm a caddy." I'll leave it to you tonight. He clearly knew that Lan Li was definitely not the type to be captured, disarmed and surrendered, and there were definitely a lot of swords and swords that could not be seen tonight.

As he spoke, the Almeida Theater appeared in sight, through the window you could see the long line of cars on the street, there were really a lot of vehicles waiting to stop and get off, and at random glance, you could see many familiar faces, and before entering the theater, you could paint the flowers above the warm-up party in your mind.

Richard Martin slowly pulled over to the side of the road, and Arthur's eyes glanced at him, and the exclamation involuntarily spilled out, "Is Emma Fielding crazy?

Aristair Smith, veteran drama writer for The Stage.

Founded in 1880, Stage is one of the oldest and most influential performing arts newspapers in the world. Based in London, this weekly newspaper is distributed worldwide, and is loved by performing arts lovers and practitioners in the UK and around the world for its rich information, truthful reporting, and accurate and in-depth analysis.

In the UK, almost every theatre worker, producer, and professional theatre practitioner reads this weekly theatre newspaper without a single issue, even Broadway theatre practitioners. In the face of the general downturn in contemporary theater, this newspaper has survived tenaciously, and has become more and more prosperous, and has reached the present point on the road of professionalism and authority, and its strong influence even exceeds that of the "Times" in Britain and the "New York Times" in the United States.

In order to maintain its authority and independence, every once in a while, they will replace a group of top freelance writers, hoping to maintain the professionalism, objectivity, and profundity of the writers and form a healthy competition.

Aristair Smith is one such being. His commentary column on the "stage" has been going on for almost twenty years, and not long ago there was news in the industry that the newspaper intended to hand over the position of editor-in-chief to Aristere, not only because of his authority, but also because of his uniqueness and objectivity, and he would be the first to watch, learn and communicate with independent plays in almost every corner of the world.

In the twenty-first century, theater is a very, very small circle. When a professional writer of Aristair's calibre gives a new play a bad review or criticism, the success rate of the play is often halved.

Their authority comes from objectivity and professionalism, and they will never compromise, even if they are big stars, even if they are big producers, even if they are big investments, they will never be soft. Because the theater industry has weakened, they are holding on to their last pride, which is also the source of motivation for the theater industry not to be cannibalized by the film industry.

People often wonder why the Tony Awards on Broadway and the Olivier Awards in London's West End are always so high-minded that they even disdain film actors, who have always been impressed by these two awards and for drama. The above is why: professional enough, objective enough, and authoritative enough.

Aristere attends any new play in London's West End. Some are premieres, some are not, and more often than not, he will low-key choose a moment of surprise, watch the play, and then wait a few days, silently release the drama review, and give the crew a huge surprise - as for whether it is a gift or a bomb, only when the drama review is revealed.

As the habit formed, few people took the initiative to invite Aristere to the premiere. Because everyone knows that he will inevitably watch it, and he will inevitably write a review of the play, and he will definitely not save face. Even when some people sent out invitations, Aristair didn't buy it at all, but made a fuss.

Just now, Arthur noticed Aristere. Even the aristocracy read Aristair's critics, a leading critic who had certainly made his mark in London's high society by virtue of his talent and ability.

Ellef didn't make a fuss, her eyes swept to Aristere's figure, and after waiting for Arthur to get out of the car, she stretched out her right hand and helped Ellef out of the car, she grabbed Arthur's arm, and then whispered, "How do you know that it wasn't invited by Andre Hamilton?"

With Emma Fieldin's face alone, it is estimated that Aristair will not buy it at all.

Arthur thought about it seriously and had to bow his head lightly in agreement. It's just that it is unknown whether Andrei's move is a help or a disadvantage.

At this moment in front of the Théâtre de l'Almeida, there are people coming and going, bustling, crowded and lively, even a little noisy, the wide streets are covered with crowds on both sides, and the crowds make this place look like a popular tourist attraction like the Moulin Rouge in Paris, and all styles, all temperaments, and all gestures have become vulgar.

At the entrance of the theater stood a large crowd of people, probing their brains, talking, and dancing their eyebrows, and beside the road stood there full of different faces, holding up signs in their hands, "Buy tickets", "Please give me a ticket", "Do you have any extra tickets?", their eyes full of longing and pleading.

Everyone in sight, at least the vast majority, was dressed up, if not a three-piece suit, a tuxedo, an evening dress, at least a suit with a shirt, and shiny leather shoes, ready to watch the premiere, and the etiquette was in place, but the crowd was too noisy to be elegant.

With a decent smile on Elph's face, "It's good that father and mother weren't in attendance. ”