Chapter 2206

The blue gray sky is depressing, and outlines a light that seems to be nothing. It seems that the sun is trying its best to get rid of the shackles, but it is still unable to break through the layers of clouds. It only remains a touch of gorgeous, and outlines a golden edge for the heavy haze.

Smoky drizzle envelops the whole city. Even if the streets are decorated with red and green for the coming Christmas, they still can't get rid of the gray. The city skyline also exudes a simple and gloomy temperament, which is unique and profound.

London is London. It seems that it has never changed. The "fog city", once named after the industrial revolution, has been washed clean for a long time, but it still can't change the mottled water stains on the outer walls of Big Ben, or the gray and blue of the streets. It has been the same for several generations.

Perhaps, Hyde Park may be a little different. The green color, with the change of seasons in the northern hemisphere, gradually deepens, but never disappears. It lightens the color of the city, leaving a touch of landmark light before heavy rain and snow devour the whole land.

It's the same with prince's garden, not far from Hyde Park.

After the rain washed away the dust left by the noise of the city, the leaves of ivy became more and more bright and full-bodied. Large green areas tore up the gray rain curtain, and even the gray walls hidden behind the vines showed the original dark cyan and brick red, and the traces of history were clearly visible.

The years that belong to this city, this country and this land are all engraved on these buildings, quietly telling about those forgotten and remembered times, those familiar or unfamiliar streets, recording the glorious and low moments bit by bit, watching quietly in time.

ALF hall put his hands on the steering wheel of the driver's seat and breathed out a breath. It seemed that he finally made up his mind to push open the door of the driver's seat, pull up the collar of the coat of the windbreaker, and quickly walked towards the direction of the villa. The rain fell on the windbreaker and cheek like ox hair, The gentle breeze and drizzle make the cold and bleak winter lose its sharp edges.

"Ding Dong."

Standing at the door of the villa, Alf rings the doorbell, but he feels strange and familiar. In a trance, he seems to have returned to his home again, but he becomes a stranger, isolated by a heavy wooden door, and then drifts away from his home.

It's an illusion - a false feeling.

ALF drew back a little, folded her hands in front of her, and waited quietly, showing the politeness of a lady.

Just a moment later, the door was opened, and the figure of Philippe denba appeared in front of us - perfect shirt and suit, perfect bow tie and square scarf, perfect posture and etiquette, all of which were so perfect. The meticulous manner showed the profound details of the host.

"Miss ALF."

Philip's greeting brought ALF back to herself a little. She lowered her eyelids to hide the illusion in her mind. She gently nodded her head, nodded her head, and said hello to Philip, pretending that nothing had happened. Then she sidled into the room, and the hot air slowly faded the damp and cold from her fingertips and toes, The slightly relaxed muscles made her aware of her tension.

ALF took off her windbreaker and handed it to Philip familiarly. "Where's Langley?"

"Master lanli is not at home." Said Philip with great respect.

ALF turned and cast her eyes, with a slight twinkle of indifference and impatience. "Philip, No. Don't deal with me like that. "

They all know what the housekeeper's words mean. Of course, any guest who chooses a random time to come to the door can see the host directly; But ALF didn't expect that one day he met Philip's words of evasion in the Langley mansion, which were once used to evade those unpopular people, but now they are used in his own body. This kind of feeling is not good.

ALF's emotion surged slightly, but he didn't let the impulse take the upper hand after all. The words finished the beautiful emergency brake and calmed down again. "I know this is lanli's house, and I know it's lanli's house now. I mean... Philip, I know what's happening now, and I know what I'm doing: I need to see lanli. You tell him, he'll understand. He'll see me

"Miss love, I'm very sorry. Master Langley is working in Ireland." Philip was not moved at all. He bowed slightly to ALF and apologized. "If you need to, you can leave a message. I'll tell you." Respect and courtesy, but never give up. Even in the face of ALF.

ALF is watching Philip quietly. She clearly knows that Philip's ability is very difficult to break through. Even Elizabeth and even Langley can't break through, because the loyalty and firmness of housekeeper is the most important characteristic.

Obviously, it's almost impossible for Alf to change Philip's mind through her eloquence, so the only thing she can do is:

"Can I have a cup of afternoon tea?" ALF takes off her gloves, looks left and right, and then moves towards the living room. Even if ALF comes directly to the living room without saying hello, Philip won't be rude to sweep ALF out of the room. He will still treat the guests well, even if they are unwelcome and uninvited. In order to show their etiquette, the nobles, Nor will he simply and rudely drive away the guests, and ALF is far from that.

So ALF sat down in the living room.

When Philip came to the living room with tea, Alf stood by the piano, watching the violin neatly placed on the shelf.

Next to it is a cello.

Although there was no sign on the box, Alf had to think more, because Edith played the violin, while Arthur played the Cello - as for herself, the harp. This is their ensemble formation from small to large. After so many years, the memory has been blurred, but the body muscles still remember.

What does it mean to see the violin and Cello here? Maybe it didn't mean anything at all, but ALF couldn't help thinking.

ALF stood quietly in the same place, her mind was confused, but she couldn't find a clear idea. Even she didn't know what she was thinking and what she should think - but it wasn't panic and confusion, but a kind of blankness. Her brain fell into an instant blank blankness, and then it was quiet.

For a moment, Alf fell into confusion. Such confusion was strange to her, because she always knew what she needed and was doing. Those doubts and confusion never existed - even today. She knew the purpose of her visit to Langley, but now, she suddenly began to question herself

Does she really know?

"How..." ALF sensed Philip's footsteps and tried to ask something, but she just opened a word and then stopped. She didn't even know what she was confused about and how to ask. "I mean, why is it here?"

"The collection of master lanli." Philip replied, still calm.

ALF realized her folly - it's a collection of Langley, of course. How could it be Edith's collection? What she really wanted to ask was:

Does Edith often play with Langley here?

But after the question came to mind, she didn't want to know the answer. Maybe she was afraid, or hesitated, or it didn't matter at all.

Turning around, Alf walks to the sofa and sits down. Her eyes fall on the afternoon tea: it's still black tea, it's still milk and sugar, it's still her favorite black forest cake. It seems like she's back to beswater again, and time stays at the carefree age of 16.

But now she does not want to repeat those familiar routines, subconsciously generated rejection.

"Er... I'm trying green tea, I mean, Chinese green tea, but with a little sugar, do you have it here?" ALF came up with a puzzling idea - she knew that it was not like her, it was not like her at all, even she couldn't help herself, but she just wanted to do it, "I heard that Langley has a great understanding of Oriental tea ceremony."

"No problem, Miss ALF. Just a moment, please." Philip still didn't answer, just nodded politely, and then turned away.

In the room, only the curl of tea fragrance was left.