There is a bakery near the residence, which is quaint and elegant. The store manager is a Chinese woman, nearly 40 years old, who often wears a quiet and elegant long cheongsam, which often floats in the dark. Congxia likes cheongsam, likes women wearing cheongsam, and feels that the beauty of an oriental woman is vividly displayed with that hair, a throw.

Everyone else calls her Fan, and she is kind and kind, so although the bakery is in the middle of nowhere, regular customers still come all year round.

"A cup of black coffee, sweetened and companion." On the morning of seven o'clock, Cong Xia sat on the retro wooden bar, propped up the table with his elbows, and held up his chin to look at Fan who was about to make coffee, "How are you?" "Although I haven't known each other for a long time, it always feels very nice to meet someone in a foreign land who has the same skin color and speaks the same language.

Fan skillfully poured the black coffee into the delicate European-style cup and handed it to Cong Xia, "Since you can't stand the bitterness of coffee, you add so much sugar." So why drink it? ”

"Hmm," she took a sip of her coffee, "bitter, and profound." ”

"Is it still too bitter?" She smiled embarrassedly and added her partner, added a lot of sugar, and watched the coffee turn pale little by little before tasting it to her heart's content.

She stirred the spoon as she spoke to Fan, who was about to open the door. "I just came here, my life is more leisurely, and I want to come here to find something to do and meet friends."

"Then you can come to the store to help, but the pay is not good." Fan stopped wiping his hand and said, "You know, it's remote here, and there are very few guests."

"It's fine." Cong Xia said with a smile.

It didn't take long for a customer to come to the door, she was a young Frenchman, with a slender figure, and walked into the store with the sweetness of French perfume, and the air around her also became very good. "Please give me soft bread and cheese, thank you." After she finished speaking to the store manager, she turned her head and saw Cong Xia looking at her, subconsciously sniffing her body for some reason, looking up at her and smiling slightly, taking the food and walking out lightly.

After she left, Fan told her that Westerners are heavier and more sensitive, which is why French perfumes are so good. Cong Xia suddenly realized "oh", so he continued to drink coffee and chat with Fan-

I started to work the next day, saying that I was going to work, but in fact, I was doing chores, and Fan's time control over her was also relatively casual, so it can be said that she came and went whenever she wanted. Although the days are not as tight as in China, a little casual and boring, she feels that she is living well.

One day, she was thinking about things at the counter with her head down, and a snap finger sounded in front of her.

"Hello, what do you need?" She looked up with some excitement and asked in French, which she was not very fluent in. Other than that, she just says "hello", "thank you", "okay", "goodbye".

The guest looked up at the catalog on the blackboard on the wall and reported the order in French. From Xia couldn't hear it clearly, he was a little panicked, and he wanted to call Fan to relieve the siege.

Unexpectedly, the man exclaimed: "Meng! Looking at him in surprise, the face slowly intertwined and overlapped with the face in his memory.

That person was Lu Jue who was on the plane to help her get out of trouble. Like an old friend reunited, Cong Xia also happily called him: "It's you, Lu!" ”

"Actually, my friends call me Simon." He laughed and showed eight white teeth, "If you are happy to call me Lu, I will give you this privilege." ”

Cong Xia was very happy, so he had another friend, "Why are you here?" ”

"I'm working around here."

"I'm also working here."

She thought that Lu Jue was also a young man working for a certain boss like her, but Lu Jue didn't say it explicitly. Later, I heard that Fan said that he was less than 30 years old, but he was the CEO of a company, although the company was not big, it was also young and promising. She was amazed, it turns out that people can't look good.

From then on, Lu Jue would come to buy a cup of coffee every morning, and by the way, he would go to work after chatting with Cong Xia for a few words. Every day is the same coffee, at the same time, in the same place.

Fan said that the French drink coffee not for taste, but for the environment and mood -

Tianfan gave a cheongsam to Congxia, and she said that the color was light and suitable for young people to wear. Cong Xia liked it very much, and in order to express her gratitude, she also sent her some small jewelry back.

She stood in front of the counter in a cheongsam, with a high collar, which tightened her neck just right, round and thin; curved bodice; The side below the knee is bare, and the calf is thin and long. There is a degree of relaxation, subtlety and openness. It seems to be a cheongsam made for her.

made Lu Jue slightly stunned when he saw her, and returned his expression to normal before no one found out. So he praised her: "You are the best-looking woman I have ever seen in a cheongsam." Congxia didn't know how many women in cheongsams he had seen, but he was a little happy to be praised, and he also had an inexplicable regret. She didn't know what she was missing—

As the days passed, the months went by, and when I passed, I felt that time was going slowly, but after I passed, I felt rushed and busy. Occasionally, holding a French novel, sitting at a small round table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, she has more time, sometimes sitting all afternoon, because there are no guests, nothing to do, just sitting.

She felt a little bored, and sometimes invited a few French friends she knew to play, but she was not happy, and she always couldn't fit into that open and enthusiastic circle.

So he read, and his temperament became a little quiet.