It was seven or eight o'clock in the morning, there was always no wind, and the sunlight was changing angles through the cracks in the layers of leaves, cutting into the glass window, and chiseling a small piercing hole in the human eye.

In this country with a temperate oceanic climate, which is humid and rainy all year round, and it is rare to have such fine weather, so there seem to be more people on the streets than on weekdays, probably because of the sparsely populated neighborhood, but only a little more.

I went to the supermarket to buy ingredients from the summer, and when I came back, I was used to seeing the French plane tree, and I was a little surprised when I saw different trees slowly passing out of the window, and I found that the branches were full of small white flowers, and I suddenly wanted to know what its name was. The breeze carries the fragrance of flowers, and it smells of early summer.

When I got back to the bakery, the doors were wide open.

I didn't see Lu Jue, probably because I was busy with some projects, so I didn't come to the bakery. "You don't know him, but he has a lot of flowers and a lot of women. Maybe I can't go to work at a woman's house. Fan said jokingly. The weather is good, she is in a good mood, she is wearing an elegant dress today, her ink-colored hair is pouring down like a waterfall, and her face is thinly powdered, looking steady and dignified.

Even if you don't do anything every day, just looking at Fan is a pleasing thing to the eye. Thinking in Xia's heart-

In the afternoon, the sunny sky turned cloudy, and the sky was uncomfortably overcast, and then it began to rain in a dripping manner.

Seeing that the sky was like this, and there were no guests, Fan simply closed.

Looking at those pedestrians with umbrellas or bags hurriedly sheltering from the rain in the summer, there was a little lingering rhyme in my heart.

I used to read "Rain Alley", holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking alone in the rain, exuding the fragrance of cloves and the sad Jiangnan, so I was very nostalgic at this moment, as if even in the company of home and family in romantic France, the unfamiliar environment has become slowly familiar, and it is not a real home. Crazy thinking of my hometown, old friends, old people

People really know how to find their roots. Cong Xia summed up the argument like this.

"You're homesick, I can see that look on your face at a glance." Turning his head from Xia, he reached out to catch a cup of hot drink handed over by Meng, and a few new leaves were settled in the turquoise liquid. "It's Longjing from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and I asked a friend to bring it." Fan also took a glass in his hand and sat down across from her.

I took a sip of tea from Xia, bitter. She doesn't like to drink tea, the taste is sweet, and the tea is fragrant with bitterness. So with only one bite, she stopped touching it.

Fan liked it very much and tasted the tea with relish. "I'm from Zhejiang, and when I was a child, I saw a mountain full of tea trees, which were so green that it was dazzling. Tea picking is also very hard. Although it was hard work, there was a happy look in her eyes, "Tea picking should be tender, so you have to get up early in the morning, so that the tea is the most tender." It's just that I'm young and lazy, so I often complain about being tired and don't want to do things. ”

So when I was a child, I often wanted to come out and see what the outside world was like, and it wasn't all green. Now I can't go back even if I want to. She said.

Looking at Cong Xia's face, which was half worried and half surprised, Fan smiled faintly. She went to the counter and took out her bag, took out a photo, and walked back to put it on the small round table.

In the photo, there is a man on a woman's shoulder, the woman looks young, but her appearance and expression are no different from today, it is Fan. And the man was a Chinese, but he had a long beard and looked very raw.

"I came to France with my husband, he is a painter, he wants to come to France to develop, I support him, and I also want to go out while I am young, so I went together. Before I came, I quit my job and sold my house, so that I could not leave a way back, but only to move forward.

But a year, two, many years later, he didn't do anything.

Slowly, his heart became cold.

Thinking that he would never succeed, he began to give up painting, and at the same time, he also began to give up on me, saying that he had no face to see me.

He tore up his own paintings, drank heavily, became depressed, and even didn't return home at night

One day he left home and never came back. Fan looked at the succulent potted plants on the table, occasionally scraping the soil with his fingernails, or drinking tea from a teacup, looking calm, as if he was not telling about his own experience, but just an obscure past of others.

"I thought about returning to China, I used to come for him, but he's gone, so why should I stay here any longer.

Later, I felt that I couldn't come by two people, so I went back alone, so I rented this small shop and waited for him while supporting myself.

No matter how long it takes, you have to wait. She quietly finished her tea and put away her cup.

Under the calm, it is probably the most uncalm. Because I have decided to wait, I will no longer hesitate, I will no longer be sad, I will decide to wait, good or bad, whether there is a result or not, will wait.

It took Xia a long time to digest these things that Fan opened up to her, she thought that Fan was just an oriental woman who looked gentle and charming, but she didn't expect that she was forbearant and strong.

The man in the photo, with a beard like a jungle, has a young and handsome face, and a confident smile.

She picked up the tea that had become a little cold in front of her, and took a sip, it was still bitter, or even worse, and the bitter taste spread on the tip of her tongue—

When I came home from summer that day, my mind was groggy and I just thought about sleeping. Before I ate the meal, I fell asleep as soon as I lay down.

In the middle of the night, I was woken up by the sudden ringtone of my mobile phone, and I didn't want to pick it up in a daze, but the other party kept calling.

She closed her eyes and pressed the answer button, only to hear a female voice on the other end of the phone who was almost screaming: "Meng Congxia, I got off the plane, come and pick me up!" Immediately! Right away! now！ ”