Chapter 444： identity doubt

Savile Row, famous all over the world because of its custom-made men's suits, is where the word "custom" comes from. This short street is known as the "Golden Road in the suit tailoring industry". The custom-made clothing of the British royal family is completed here. The world's best tailoring shrine, but also a palace-level place for customizing women's clothing.

Savile Street is located in the West End of London, bordered by Conduit Street in the north and Viggo Street in the south, and is connected with Burlington Road and Cliff Street, as well as parallel to the shopping mecca of Regent Street.

The Langham is at the end of Regent Street, where Savile Row runs parallel to Regent Street, which is a **** coincidence.

When Evan Bell stayed at the Langham Hotel, he was busy filming "Love Matters" and completely forgot about it. Until now, I suddenly remembered that "Regent Street" Evan Bell was a little speechless about this coincidence.

The white-haired old man saw that Evan-Bell was about to leave, and he couldn't find a way to do so in a hurry. In fact, reaching out to grab Evan-Bell's clothes was the most direct way, but this gentleman was obviously not used to confrontation. There was physical contact with others, so he took a step forward and actually blocked in front of Evan Bell and Eden Hudson.

"Sir, I said, you recognized the wrong person!" Evan Bell said firmly, preparing to take a detour.

When the old man thought about it, he didn't introduce himself at all, "Mr. Bell, I'm Jeffrey, Mike Jeffrey." Ji Forth and Hawks, senior tailors. "

After listening to this self-introduction, Evan Bell sighed in his heart. He had already guessed an outline, but he really had no interest in this aspect. Twenty years have passed, and everything has long since disappeared. Makes sense, doesn't it? So, Evan Bell said seriously, "Mr. Jeffrey, I think you've got the wrong person. I haven't customized any suits recently."

Evan Bell's words made Mike Jeffrey stunned, "Didn't Miss Catherine tell you? I, Lou, watched her grow up."

Evan Yibel couldn't help laughing, but the eyebrows that had just been tangled slowly stretched out. He had already figured it out on the plane. Now that things have really happened, avoiding the problem can't solve the problem. As long as the water comes to cover the soil, Evan and Bell feel a lot easier.

"Mr. Jeffrey, I tell you very seriously, I really don't know you, and you are mistaken."

Seeing Evan Bell's so sure tone, Mike-Jeffrey hesitated and put down his hand in despair.

Evan-Bell nodded to the white-haired old man, and then left with Eden-Hudson.

"Do you want to go back to your room to change clothes? Or go directly to the afternoon tea lounge?" Eden-Hudson looked at the changing numbers of the elevator in front of him, and followed suit.

"Go directly to the lounge." Evan Yibel replied directly without much hesitation. The two walked on the corridor leading to the lounge and were silent for a while, then Evan Bell suddenly said, "Catherine never mentioned the past, Teddy and I don't know anything. It's just a vague guess that she and Savile Row should have something to do with it." That's a fact.

Eden-Hudson gave a soft "en" and made no comment.

"Jiforth and Hawks (sPS, Gevanks located at 1 Savile Street, is one of the British royal family's clothing suppliers, it has three British Royal Warrants. At present, about 100% of the custom suits produced on Savile Row every year are made by Ji Forth and Hawkes, which is the tailor shop with the largest amount of customization on Savile Row.

Jifusi and Hawks are actually two tailor shops. Jifusi, founded in 1785, specializes in the manufacture of military hats: Hawkes, established in 1771, started by tailoring military uniforms. The two tailor shops merged in 1 blade 4 years ago. The real brilliance started here. The new store is known for its service quality and perfect product after-sales service. After joining forces, the noble and timeless style has been highly respected by the royal family, and now it is also a special design for the royal family. supplier.

Although Jiforth and Hawks have now opened branches all over the world, and their high-end ready-to-wear has also created a brand, but custom suits and semi-custom suits are still the signature of the No. 1 Savile Row store, which is a fine tradition that will never be shaken.

Evan Bell and Eden Hudson sat on the wicker chairs in the lounge, with a delicate three-tier silver tray in front of them, and the fragrant coffee aroma made the afternoon infinitely beautiful. Before the two people could sit in the chairs, a figure sat down directly in the vacant seat next to the two of them. When he looked up, he saw McGeffrey's wrinkled face.

Before Evan-Bell could speak, Mike-Jeffrey smiled and said, "Mr. Evan-Bell, good afternoon, I wonder if you are interested in listening to a story?"

"Sir, I'm sorry, I'm not interested." Evan Bell's refusal was neat, making McRumfrey's smile a bit more bitter. "What the **** is your story, I don't want to know at all. I just know, I Now life is very happy, very happy.

Everything is perfect. The things of the past are in the past. Focusing on the present and living a better future is what we should pursue, isn't it? "

Hearing what Evan-Bell meant, Mike-Jeffrey sat on the spot and didn't speak for a long time.

Evan Yibel picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip. The bitterness on the tip of his tongue swept over, making the whole mouth sour, but when it reached the throat, there was a strong aroma that spread out, making people unable to help Close your eyes and enjoy the good taste.

"My name is Mike Jeffrey. I've worked at Jiforth and Hawks for half a century, and I'm a tailor who's too old to walk." Mike Jeffrey didn't tell a story, but introduced himself. Personal senses aside, there is an air of sophistication and kindness about this elegant English gentleman, a gentle suppleness that pervades this lazy afternoon.

"I have an old friend named Robert Hawkes, a stubborn old fellow. The old stubborn brought a little angel into the world over the summer of the year, Catherine. I grew up watching this little girl , when she first started to get in touch with the tailoring craft, I taught her by hand. It's just that I haven't seen her for a long time since she got married at the age of nineteen." Speaking of this, the old man in front of him showed a sigh of relief. Lonely, with a deep sadness in his eyes.

"Because the stubborn old guy was unwilling to compromise, I didn't even attend Catherine's wedding; and because the stupid old guy focused his energy on business expansion, he didn't even care about his own daughter: And because of that assertive old guy, poor Mrs. Hawkes can only bury all her thoughts in her heart." Mike Jeffrey sighed softly after finishing speaking, "In a blink of an eye, twenty years have passed. Twenty years have passed. Ah, the most glamorous and beautiful youth of a girl..." Having said this, Mike Jeffrey suddenly choked, the melancholy and sadness in his voice made him unable to continue speaking.

The afternoon sun sparsely slanted into the lounge, and the London sun always felt weak, as if it had penetrated the thick clouds and sprinkled on this city full of historical footprints, it had exhausted all its energy. , so that when projected on the palm, only a weak light remains. This faint light shone on Mike Jeffrey's body, his silver-white hair didn't have much luster, only a dull darkness.

That sharply wrinkled face, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, bloomed because he recalled the good memories of his youth. However, the loneliness and regret in his eyes made the smile of Qiaojiao bitter and powerless.

Mike-Jeffrey raised his head, very slowly, as if the act of raising his head would require a lot of effort. "If Catherine is still living happily, that would be great." Mike-Jeffrey Carefully looked at Evan Bell's face, trying to find some shadows in his memory from this handsome and flamboyant face.

To be honest, Evan Bell and Catherine Bell are indeed similar, especially the noble and handsome temperament, which is very similar.

Mike Jeffrey smiled contentedly, "It's also a kind of happiness to be able to keep the brightest smile of a young girl in my mind." After that, Mike Jeffrey nodded politely, "Mr. Bell , thank you for listening to the old guy's nonsense, thank you for your time. I hope you have a good afternoon tea." Then, he stood up, turned and left.

The departing figure was old and lonely, a long shadow drawn by the light, bit by bit swallowed by the darkness formed by the wall, and finally disappeared around the corner.

Evan Bell looked at the aroma of coffee in front of him, and didn't speak for a long time. He didn't know how this McGeffrey recognized himself, whether it was because of his face like Katherine Bell or because of the overwhelming news these days.

But it is estimated that Mike-Jeffrey is talking about the identity of Catherine-Bell. Catherine Bell, who should be called Catherine Hawks, is indeed the eldest lady of Savile Row, and she is also such a well-established and time-honored tailor.

However, Evan Bell doesn't care. He doesn't care about the secrets behind Catherine Bell's identity, because this identity has not played any role in the past 20 years. Bell didn't have any contact with his family. He didn't even know whether Catherine Bell tried to contact the family actively, and he didn't want to investigate why no one came to look for Katherine Bell.

Evan Bell only knew that he would support all decisions made by Catherine Bell, and that he would also become Katherine Bell's most solid backing. And Teddy Bell. ! .