Sunday, June 20th, afternoon.

New York, Brooklyn, "Sesk Town" café.

Edra Bullock looked out the glass window at the drizzle, the slippery dark pavement, and the passers-by hurrying by with umbrellas, and only when the cigarette in his hand burned his hand did he extinguish the cigarette butt, pick it up, and take a sip of the black coffee that had long since cooled.

This kind of coffee should be so bitter that it makes people frown, but he seems to have been used to it for a long time, or his taste buds have long been numb.

Putting down the coffee cup, he will light another cigarette for himself.

It's not a famous café, it's just a place to relax.

Someone comes, someone goes.

Others just come in and pack two cups of coffee, or a simple lunch, and then rush away.

There were not many people in the café, scattered in two or two, some were chatting quietly, some were reading magazines, and some were simply asleep on their tables.

In recent weekends, Edra Bullock has come in the afternoon and sat at the café for two or three hours, and every time he visited, he always saw this situation.

And that's why he likes to come here.

The bell rang in the doorway again, and Brock took a puff of his cigarette and slowly exhaled it.

Outside the window, there happened to be a woman pulling her child by, the rain was not heavy, but the child was very naughty, rather than hiding under his mother's umbrella, he seemed to prefer to rush into the rain to jump, and his mother, a woman who looked about thirty years old, looked helpless.

It reminded him of his own childhood.

Two girls entered, carrying large and small paper bags, and soon after entering the door, they quickly sat down at the table next to Bullock, and each of them ordered a cup of coffee, which was the cappuccino that Bullock hated the most.

Realizing that the café seemed to be starting to get a little more crowded, Brock realized that it might be time for him to leave, take a walk in the nearby park, or simply go home.

However, he knew that although it was raining, it was not cool outside.

The two girls began to chatter in the next seat, and Bullock took another sip of the cup, flicked the cigarette ash, and glanced over from the corner of his eye: there were two girls who looked to be in their early twenties, one of them had delicate makeup, but she was not very pretty, and the other was not ugly, especially with a few freckles on her face, which looked playful and beautiful.

They seemed to be discussing today's harvest, well, roughly those paper bags.

Brock frowned slightly.

At this time, the girl with delicate makeup suddenly turned her head to look at him, "Sir, can you take out the cigarette?"

Brock froze for a moment before realizing that she was talking to himself, and he turned his head to look over before he came back to his senses after a moment and smiled, "Of course, of course!" snuffed out the cigarette butt.

The girl smiled, said "thank you", and then turned back to discuss it with her partner.

Brock knew it was time for him to go.

He hated noise, hated places where he couldn't smoke, and hated the delicate nature of his hard work to show off his clumsy makeup everywhere like a toddler.

However, he picked up his coffee cup and took another sip, carefully savoring the bitterness in his mouth, but still planned to sit for another five minutes.

Because he knew that he had almost nowhere to go.

Lately, he has little idea what he should do other than work.

Being in a daze seems to be the only way you can pass the time.

The two girls sitting next to each other waited for their coffee while they continued to count their loot.

Soon, the waiter brought their coffee, and the two girls paid for it, but before the waiter could go far, the girl with exquisite makeup suddenly stopped him and took out a box of CDs that had not been opened, "Excuse me, can you put it for us?" Please!"

Coffee shops like Sesk aren't high-end places, but they still have their own sound systems, and Bullock even knows that around 4:30 p.m., they start playing some soothing piano music, which is said to make the steaks taste more tender and juicy.

But Bullock tried, really, and he frowned at such a pairing.

The steaks served were okay, but the music was pure noise - in fact, Bullock was a very musical person, and he believed in his ability to appreciate music, and even more so that the piano and violin pieces were great works of art.

But here, eating steak and listening to those piano tunes, he just feels terrible.

The waiter took the CD from the girl and looked at it, "Oh...... NO PROBLEM, THANK YOU, I CAN HEAR HER ALBUM TOO, IN FACT, I WAS GOING TO BUY ONE TO LISTEN TO, SHE HAS A GREAT VOICE, ISN'T IT?"

The two girls next to him thanked each other, and the waiter nodded, and when the girl opened the package, he took out the CD, took it and left.

Bullock is anxious about his pickling skills.

Picking up the coffee cup, he took another sip, in fact, there was not much coffee left.

"I might really have to go!" he thought to himself.

At this time, the sound of the store suddenly sounded.

It seems to be very soothing music.

Brock pursed his lips and frowned.

Just then, a female voice rang out—and as soon as she spoke, Bullock's brow suddenly furrowed even deeper.

It turned out to be a language he didn't understand at all!

However, the girl's voice was very good, flowing like flowing water, gentle and peaceful. It's just that such a song seems to be a little unfamiliar like the language that comes out of her mouth.

At this time, it seemed that he was halfway through the song, and he heard the pretty girl with freckles in the next seat say, "These lyrics are so beautiful! LIAO SINGS SO WELL! IS THIS CHINESE MUSIC, IT'S SO GOOD!"

Hearing the word "China", Bullock's face subconsciously showed a sudden expression of realization - yes, the girl sang Chinese, and when he was an account manager at that technical service company, there was a Chinese under him, and he would speak this magical language. Bullock remembers that he had learned how to pronounce the words "I love you" from him, and then, when she heard her say "I love you" in the languages of six countries, Alice burst into tears and agreed to her proposal.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile slightly.

He took another sip from his cup, letting the heavy bitterness baptize his every taste bud.

When this flowing Chinese song was finished, the freckled girl in the next seat said with emotion: "I really want to know what these Chinese characters mean, I think it must be more moving than the translated version." ”

Her partner, the girl with delicate makeup, smiled and read it in an awkward-sounding tone, "Looking at its labeling, I think it should be pronounced like this—been, forgotten, forgotten, time, light!"

"Wow!" the freckled girl exclaimed sincerely, "Lily, believe me, you have a great talent for learning Chinese!"

Brock pouted subconsciously.

At this time, the second song has already begun.

IN THIS SONG, THE GIRL WHO WAS CALLED "LIAO" BY THE GIRL NEXT TO HER CLEARLY SHOWED HER VOCAL SKILLS THAT WERE VERY DIFFERENT FROM THE PREVIOUS ONE - UNLIKE THE ORIENTAL MUSIC FULL OF SPECIAL CHARM JUST NOW, THIS IS A GREAT COUNTRY MUSIC!

The melody is moving, and her voice is delicate and comfortable-

When-I-first-saw-you，，I-saw-love.

When I saw you for the first time, I saw love.

And-the-first-time-you-touched-me，I-felt-love.

When you first touched me, I felt love.

And-after-all-this-time，，you’re-still-the-one-I-love.

And now, you're still the only one I love.

Looks-like-we-made-it.

It seems that we succeeded.

Look-how-far-we’ve-come-my-baby.

Look how far we've come, baby.

We-mighta-took-the-long-way.

We may have come a long way.

We-knew-we’d-get-there-someday.

But I know we're going to arrive one day.

They-said，“I-bet-they’ll-never-make-it“.

Someone said, "I bet they won't be together forever." ”

But-just-look-at-us-holding-on.

But they saw that we had been holding on.

We\'re-still-together-still-going-strong.

We're still together, and we're determined.

…………

Brock subconsciously lowered his head.

He suddenly remembered the first time he met Alice—she was as pitiful as she was, her hair was messy, she didn't have the softness and luster that a beautiful blonde hair should have, her brown eyes were full of helplessness and distress, and her white shirt seemed to have just been poured with a large cup of coffee, and she was very embarrassed.

However, Brock remembers very well that he did not subconsciously pay attention to the color and style of the bra/hood under the soaked shirt as usual!

When I saw her, when I saw the girl with blonde hair and a few playful freckles on the wings of her nose, it was like the words in the lyrics at the beginning - when I saw you for the first time, I saw love.

Yes, it was the only time in his life that his heart was pounding.

It was a feeling that completely surpassed the first skateboard I got when I was seven years old, touched a girl's breasts for the first time at the age of seventeen, and then her, and completely surpassed the excitement and excitement I felt when I got my first car......

Hell, he really believes he's in love.

Yes, that legendary love.

The girl sang emotionally—

“They-said，“I-bet-they’ll-never-make-it“.

Someone said, "I bet they won't be together forever." ”

But-just-look-at-us-holding-on.

But they saw that we had been holding on.

We\'re-still-together-still-going-strong.

We're still together, and we're determined. ”

Bullock picked up his coffee cup and took a slow sip.

Putting down the cup, he decided to get up and leave.

Outside the window, a pair of lovers are holding an umbrella together, hugging each other and walking through the drizzled street, the girl's smile is sweet and pure.

Bullock was stunned and subconsciously took out the cigarette, but thinking of the two girls sitting next to him, he took a deep breath and put it away again—"Okay, sit down a little longer." He thought.

At this moment, a few tables away, suddenly someone said, "Holy! This music is amazing! I love it!"

Brock stared blankly at his coffee cup.

The two girls sitting next to each other looked at each other and smiled, and the girl with delicate makeup poked her head out and said to the other side: "Hey, buddy, this is LIAO's new album, a girl from China! You can go to the nearby video store and buy this album, it's just on the market, it's easy to buy! But I think you should hurry, it's said to be selling well!"

On the other side of the seat, a black buddy in his thirties turned his head and said very seriously: "Thank you! I know, that Titanic girl! My-heart-will-go-on! I know her, I like her!"

After a pause, he added, "This CD is yours, right? I want to listen to it before I buy it, you know, every time we hear good music, we can't bear to interrupt halfway!"

The girl with delicate makeup smiled and nodded, "Yes." ”

After a few short conversations, they stopped talking and turned back to their coffees and songs.

Brock took a deep breath, reached out and pulled out his wallet, took out a cup of coffee money, and said, "Baker...... Hey buddy, another cup of black coffee. He also suddenly wanted to finish the album before leaving.

For the LIAO from China they said, he didn't know who it was at all, he had heard of "Titanic", after all, that movie is so popular now, it's hard not to hear about it, but Titanic girl?

Well, the touching love story that unfolded on the sunken ship...... It's actually a girl from China called a Titanic girl? It's interesting, isn't it?

When the moving "You're-still-the-One" ended, a melody that even Brock felt somewhat familiar sounded.

At this time, the two girls sitting next to each other made no secret of their love for the song, with expressions of anticipation and intoxication on their faces, and the black guy couldn't help but sigh, "Oh...... I love it!"

***

I'm trying hard to get this paragraph right, and I wish I had done it, because it's really slow! The next two or three chapters will probably be even slower!

It's Monday soon, so if you don't have a monthly pass, is it okay to give a recommendation ticket?

Of course, the more monthly passes, the better! Just don't forget to vote for the recommendation. (To be continued.) )