After tidying up his appearance, Kevin walked down the hotel lobby. This was England, a country known for its emphasis on etiquette, so both men and women would dress up when going out for a stroll or a date. This tradition has been going on since the 17th century.
Ennie hung up the phone and drove towards the hotel. Just as Kevin reached the hotel entrance, her car arrived there too. Since she had never met Kevin in person, she picked up her phone and dialed his number again.
"Hello, Mr. Kevin, I am already at the entrance of your hotel, may I ask........."
Ennie suddenly stopped talking. She saw a young man, about 1.8 meters tall, with a pair of light blue-green eyes, walking towards her car.
Yes, when Kevin pressed the answer button, he was about to speak, but he noticed that the voice on the other end and the voice of a female car owner next to him were so similar. Therefore, he concluded that the person calling him was this car owner, and then he walked over.
"You... You are Kevin Stephen?" Ennie immediately got out of the car and looked at Kevin with a surprised expression.
Throughout the journey, Ennie was thinking about writing such profound poetry, wondering what kind of person the recipient would be, whether they would be of a certain age or someone who had experienced the vicissitudes of life. However, when Kevin appeared in front of her, the young man with a youthful appearance completely overturned her imagination.
Kevin never expected that Editor Ennie would be so beautiful and charming. Although her appearance clearly showed she was in her thirties, her proud figure still exuded a special feminine charm. Perhaps it was common for British women to have that certain something, Kevin observed after being reborn, not a single woman in this country had a plain appearance.
"Yes, esteemed Editor Ennie, I am Kevin Stephen, the author of 'The Rose of Love.'" Kevin gave the other person a polite smile, resembling a gentleman from a noble family.
"Oh my goodness, your poetry is as surprising as you are."
"Is that so? Perhaps Ennie's beauty as the editor-in-chief surprised me as well. Oh, I'm glad to receive your invitation tonight," Kevin said humorously.
"Not bad, he's still a humorous guy, at least not as boring as other writers." Ennie thought to herself.
"Thank you for your praise, let's go. Perhaps I should have a good chat with you, this literary genius."
After speaking, Ennie opened the left car door and gestured to Kevin to please come in.
This is England, where some people's behavior is inherently advantageous to the point of death.
After Kevin got into Ennie's car, a charming scent of perfume wafted over, making him feel inexplicably comfortable.
Ennie's car finally stopped at a Gouvardis tea house. As a gentleman, Kevin was the first to step out of the car, and then he courteously invited Editor Ennie out.
"Ennie, are you sure this is the place we're supposed to come to? Gouvardis Tea House?" Kevin asked earnestly.
Yes, Gouvardis Tea House is not only famous in London, but also well-known throughout the UK. It is considered the best tea house in London, with a solid reputation locally. Whenever you go, there is always a line outside its door, long or short.
"Yes, the landlady here is my classmate. I've already asked her to reserve a table for me. So, we can go straight up," Ennie said.
This is a high-end tea house in England, and Kevin has never been to such a fancy place before. So, whether before his rebirth or after, Kevin has always yearned for these places in his heart.Perhaps, one day in the future, he will become a regular at all the high-end places.
"Okay, thank you, Ennie, the editor I respect," Kevin said.
Although the British have only a history of drinking tea for more than 300 years, tea has become an indispensable part of the lives of these white people. Especially for those British nobles.
We British people enjoy having a cup of tea and eating a packet of crisps for no particular reason. It is for this reason that Britain has also become a member of the tea-drinking nations.
However, British tea does not solely come from China; it also comes from India, Sri Lanka, and Russia.
The way the British drink tea is also different from that of the Chinese. British tea is mostly packed in tea bags, with finely chopped tea leaves packed in a small paper bag. When brewing tea, the tea bag is immersed in a cup of hot water, and usually only one small bag is used for one cup of water, which is then discarded after drinking. They also typically add fresh lemon, sugar cubes, and fresh milk to make milk tea, while also enjoying biscuits, pastries, and other snacks alongside their tea.
So, although Kevin and Ennie came to Gouvardis Tea House, they were actually here to enjoy dinner.
After finishing dinner, Ennie finally couldn't help but voice the question that had been hidden in her heart.
Dear Kevin, tell me, how did you write "The Rose of Love"? You should know that this poem is simply perfect to the extreme. Honestly, in all my years in the literary world, I have never encountered a poem like yours that deeply intoxicated me. Remember, such intoxication has never happened before.
"Is that so? Thank you very much for your appreciation, it's just something I wrote in half an hour."
So, Kevin recounted to Editor Ennie the scene of their participation in the competition. After listening, Editor Ennie widened her beautiful eyes in disbelief.
"Genius, this is definitely the future genius of the British literary world. In just thirty short minutes, he wrote such a profound and perfect poem with a stroke of his pen," Ennie exclaimed excitedly.
"Ennie overpraised the editor. In fact, a good writer should be decisive and unwavering in their writing. Because writing is meant to express inner thoughts, so why hesitate about thoughts from within?" Kevin said, pretending to be profound.
"Yes, your perspective is too avant-garde. Writers should write what's in their hearts, what they truly think. When putting pen to paper, they should be decisive and swift."
Ennie greatly appreciated Kevin's insights. At that moment, she deeply felt that this young man in front of her might have a significant position in the future British literary world. Furthermore, he might even surpass the great literary figure Shakespeare, becoming the pride of the entire Britain and the whole world.
"Kevin, tell me, how old were you when you first published articles in literary journals? Or what works have you published?" Ennie asked with interest.
In Ennie's opinion, the ability to write such perfect poetry as "The Rose of Love" must involve extraordinary writing skills. Only literary geniuses can produce such poetry, and geniuses often have early exposure to the literary world. For example, Mr. Cory, who is quite famous nowadays, started publishing literary works at the age of twelve.
"No, respected Editor Ennie, I have not published any article up to now. In fact, no one is willing to publish mine. Just recently, someone threw it into the trash can, causing me to lose the twenty pounds I spent on printing." Kevin spoke frankly.
"What? Your work was thrown into the trash can? Impossible? From 'The Rose of Love,' it's clear that your writing style is excellent. Ennie said incredulously."
"Dear Editor Ennie, I did not lie to you. Perhaps the other party thinks of me as a newcomer, which is why they overlooked my article. However, I can assure you that mine is definitely more classic than 'The Rose of Love,' and it will become one of the best-selling books in England, a classic work," Kevin said confidently.
Although Kevin's words were a bit exaggerated, Ennie didn't think there was anything wrong with it. She had always believed that as a British person, one should be full of confidence, as confident men are the most charming.
Her ex-husband was always worried about being weak, so Ennie chose to break up with him, and since then she has lived her life alone.
