Looking at the peacock blue gate in front of him, he repeatedly confirmed the house number, this is his destination, accurate, but Bill Skarsgård was a little hesitant, and he didn't even have the courage to come forward and knock on the door, it seemed that he took the subway to Notting Hill early in the morning, and all the courage and apprehension along the way had been exhausted.

This is where Ranley-Hall lives.

According to the agreement, on Sunday, Lan Li invited him to come to the door as a guest, and had an in-depth exchange of views on drama and performance, in addition to him, there were Tom Holland, Paul Walker and Meadow Ryan; today is Sunday, but the problem is that they did not agree on a specific time, Lan Li just mentioned afternoon tea, but he tossed and turned all night, couldn't sleep all night, got up early, and when he reacted, he was already standing here.

Is it too early? Does he affect Lan Li's rest? Is it too rude for the guests to visit early? Is it better for him to sit in the surrounding coffee houses and wait until tea time to come over?

The countless chaotic thoughts in his mind made Bill a little troubled, and then there was a call behind him, "Bill, why don't you knock on the door?" like thunder, startled Bill, quickly straightened his hair, put his hands in his pockets, but then took it out again, tried his best to pretend to be calm, but instead exposed his nervousness.

Turning around, Bill saw Paul and Meadow standing in front of him.

Paul smiled helplessly and patted Mel on the shoulder, "The little one got up before six o'clock, excited about today's visit. ”

"Dad!" Meadow cried out in frustration, as if complaining that her father had leaked her old truth.

Paul scratched his head in embarrassment, shrugged his shoulders apologetically, and then changed the subject, "Haven't you seen Lan Li many times when you were in Los Angeles before, and why are you still so excited?"

In fact, Paul knew about the Rites. At this point in time, Lan Li must still be asleep, he needs to recuperate and sleep hard, but Mei Duo is so excited that after getting up, she is like a flea, and she can't stop at all.

In desperation, Paul decided to take Mei Duo over to have a look, and after making sure that Lan Li was still resting, let Xiao Nizi die, and then take Mei Duo to the British Empire Museum for a tour, and come back in the afternoon.

Mei Duo raised his shoulders high, as if he had no neck, with a funny expression, "When I was in Los Angeles, Lan Li was just an actor and your friend, but now, Lan Li is a superstar!" Mei Duo's eyes widened and her face was full of shock, "Didn't you see him standing on the stage? God! I can't believe I know him." ”

"To be honest, I don't believe it either. Paul said with a grin, causing Meadow's mouth to open in utter silence and surprise, while Bill, who was standing nearby, chuckled. Paul didn't mind, and took the initiative to step forward, "Lan Li should still be resting now, we can go in and visit him, don't disturb his rest." ”

"Knock" knocked on the door, and after a while, the peacock blue door in front of him creaked open, and a young gentleman appeared in his sight.

A light gray blazer, a navy blue polka-dot shirt, and black trousers, and no tie or bow tie, but the buttons are meticulously buttoned up. In this way, on a lazy Sunday morning, it looks a little out of place, only a slightly messy short black hair, and a few strands of hair hanging down from the forehead, revealing a hint of leisure and relaxation.

"Morning, Matthew. Paul smiled and waved his hand, "Sorry, we came too early. We're just going to say hello and get ready to go to the British Empire Museum. ”

Matthew's face didn't seem to catch much expression, and the stiff facial lines revealed a little indifference, but his peaceful gaze still converged on a sharp edge, "It's not a good idea to visit the museum on Sunday; ”

Opening the door, Matthew issued a polite invitation.

After receiving Paul's signal, Meadow took a step, and then Bill nodded jerkily in greeting, and went into the house. Paul, who was at the end, lowered his voice and asked, "The performance ended last night, isn't Lan Li a holiday today?

"A little bit of a surprise. Matthew didn't elaborate, "However, Lan Li should be fine. After the show last night, he fell asleep and slept all the way back from the Almeida Theater, without showering or changing clothes, until now. You can rest and adjust for the next few days, and he'll be fine, you know him. ”

"Yes, I know him, he's a complete lunatic when it comes to acting. Paul shook his head helplessly and let out a soft sigh.

Bill stepped into the room, carefully slowing his pace and slowing his pace, the sound of Paul and Matthew's conversation gradually falling behind him, and finally disappearing completely, all his attention was on the room in front of him, looking greedily and eagerly. This is it, this is the residence of Lan Li, this is where countless miracles are born.

When you open the door, you will find a narrow passageway with a small kitchen on the left and a simple cloakroom on the right.

On the right-hand side is a wooden staircase leading to the second floor, while in front of you is a simple and elegant living room, with light blue, light gray and beige as the main tones, bringing a touch of warm colors, and the cramped and cramped room seems to become extremely spacious. There are no televisions, no computers, on the contrary, there are bookshelves everywhere in sight, and there are actually three bookshelves in different corners, all full of books.

In the middle of the living room there was a small open space, but it was a little deliberate, as if there should be a low stool or a low table or other furniture, and other supporting facilities, but now all disappeared into a small stage, and next to the open space was a smoky gray soft chair sofa, next to which were strangely stacked three or four books, and a thick stack of loose papers.

The reason why I say "weird" is because everything else around is neat and neat, and it seems that not even a trace of dust can be found, but there is a large pile of documents abruptly piled up there, as if a child had thrown them there as a prank, and the owner of the house has repeatedly cleaned up and still refused to change it, and finally the owner chose to give up and let those things be placed here, but the obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness in the bones still let the owner stack these documents neatly.

Mei Duo, who had entered the room first, stood in front of the bookshelf at this time, looking up at the dense books, her face full of amazement, as if frightened, and Bill's footsteps could not help but stand at the top of the stairs, her eyes greedily searching every detail in front of her, all the thoughts in her mind were so chaotic and yet so disordered.

"That's Lan Li's script. There was a voice on the left, Meadow and Bill were startled, turned their heads, and then saw Tom Holland sitting at a wooden square table, he was now holding a knife and fork, enjoying his crepes, and after noticing the gaze, Tom laughed dryly twice, "Breakfast, prepared by Matthew, do you want some?"

"Tom?" Bill blinked, he thought he was early enough, and someone was one step earlier?

"The little fellow was squatting at the door before seven o'clock, not daring to knock or leaving. Matthew's voice came from behind him, explaining simply, "If you don't mind, you can join in to breakfast now." ”

On the left-hand side is a small balcony with a dining table next to the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and through the glass you can see the small garden outside, which is not even half the size of a basketball court, but is full of greenery and vines. At this time, Tom was sitting at the table, but unfortunately, there was still no sun in London today.

"That's Lan Li's script, and there are other preparations for this performance. Matthew pointed to the clearing that Bill had noticed just now, "On top of that, Lan Li has read more than a dozen different books, all of which are now on the shelves. ”

"Meadow, the layer on your right, no, go up one layer again, yes, count from right to left, about twenty-five, thirty or so, all of them. However, Lan Li did not read it all, but flipped through it. If you're interested, you can flip through it, Lan Li doesn't mind. ”

Following Matthew's words, Bill and Meadow only felt that their eyes were not enough, blinking their eyes, their bodies were full of excitement and excitement, and then, Matthew added, "The only request, please be quiet." ”

Paul smiled dumbly and shook his head slightly, "God, Lan Li is really a madman. He's my best friend and I'm willing to do anything for him, but the truth is, he's really a madman. "A few strokes are enough to outline Lan Li's life, behind the wonderful performance of the Almeida Theater, Lan Li's efforts and dedication are far beyond people's imagination.

For those reporters, their pen is extremely relaxed, "'Love is crazy' is not worthy of the Oscar", "Lan Li went to London's West End to escape accusations", "Lan Li's performance is really good", behind the understatement, no one knows how much effort Lan Li has put in.

"He's a genius and he's a madman. Matthew nodded in agreement, "Well, do you need a little breakfast?"

"Of course, it couldn't be better. Paul was not polite, "Is there anything I can do to help?" I'm sure the breakfast you have prepared is not enough for these young men, and I hope I can help." ”

Standing in the living room, Bill's mouth wide open, the urge to scream and jump was simply irrepressible, but he couldn't make a sound at all. This is it, this is this space, where all magic is born, and it is here that Lan Li becomes Jean-Argent, and this is definitely one of the most wonderful and magical places in the world, and right now, he is standing here.

God, could it be any better?