In every flower-adorned façade in the town of Labaud is a small courtyard built on the mountainside, sprinkled with the bright sunshine pouring under the bright blue sky of Provence, and leisurely people are drinking, reading, or chatting. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wanying slowly turned towards the top of the mountain, and suddenly she was hit by someone.

"I'm sorry, ma'am!" A little boy apologizes as he picks up a windmill that has fallen to the ground.

The little boy smiled slyly and ran away with the windmill.

Such similar eyes have often appeared since she came to Provence, Feng Wanying felt that she was not too careful, is this a bit of a villain's heart?

At that moment, Wanying also noticed that the child had a peculiar appearance, and before she could see clearly, the little boy had already run away, and could only see the colorful windmills that flickered and swirled in the gray mottled old house.

The boy ran away on a small stone path that zigzagged up the mountain, and Wanying also followed this path up.

At the top of the hill, she was attracted to a house with doors and windows painted Mediterranean blue.

Under the never-relenting sun of Provence, Wanying crawled profusely and sweaty, this cool blue color was just right, and it held two sun umbrellas at the door.

Wanying sat under the sun umbrella, and after a while, a trembling old woman came out of the room.

The grandmother wore a traditional French floral cloth skirt with a delicate crocheted shawl draped over her shoulders.

"Dear lady, do you need something?"

"Oh, I'm thirsty, let's have something to quench my thirst!"

"Okay, wait a minute!"

So saying, the old woman went into the house.

After a while, the old woman brought out a cup of lilac herbal tea.

"Dear lady, our family sells alcohol, but I heard that you are thirsty, I personally made you a cup of lavender tea, it is made with fresh lavender that my husband just picked this morning, it is very refreshing and thirst-quenching, I hope you like it......"

"Oh, thank you very, very much!" Wanying smiled sweetly and said gratefully.

When she drank a sip of the fragrant lavender tea in the cup, it was like a peony in a long drought, swaying and graceful, and Wanying regained her spirit.

At that moment a colorful windmill came out of the Mediterranean blue door, and then a small head appeared, and he was smiling at Wanying.

"Oh, little one, be polite to your guests!"

"I'm so sorry, my little grandson is naughty......" the grandmother said apologetically to Wanying as she pushed the little boy into the house.

"It's okay, it's the nature of a little boy!" Wan Ying smiled and stood up and walked into the house in a friendly manner.

At this time, she saw clearly that the little boy still had an abrupt hooked nose on his immature face, which was not an ordinary hooked nose, this hooked nose was like the back of a dromedary hump.

"Maybe this nose that doesn't match his age makes his eyes lose their innocence." Wanying thought in her heart.

Wan Ying walked into this gray Lab town tavern with a pleasant blue tone, the tavern was not lit, but it was bright, and its floor-to-ceiling windows looked out onto the valley below the cliffs, and the valley was a world of green and purple.

There is also a small terrace by the window, which is built on the edge of the cliff, and the valley below the cliff is planted with olive trees, lavender, thyme and grape vines, where you can overlook the breathtaking scenery of Provence, and you can be a free eagle soaring between heaven and earth with your arms outstretched.

"Dear Madam, do you need a glass of the best red wine in Provence?" A deep voice sounded behind Wan Ying.

How did the tavern grandmother's voice change?

Wan Ying turned around and saw a black mountain, a man who was so large that the bright Provençal sun cast a deep shadow on him.

"Oh, are there all the good wines of Provence here?"

Wanying invested in making red wine, of course, because she wanted to have a good understanding of all kinds of good French wines.

"Of course, don't look at my tavern, it's also many years old!"

"You're the boss here, too?"

"Yes, that old woman was my wife!"

The tavernkeeper spoke so vigorously that every French word that came out of his mouth sounded like thunder.

It's a bit of a novelty to be able to say this in French.

"How are the wines from Ninivi Manor selling?"

"Oh sorry, I don't sell Ninevi Manor here, I don't think you can buy it in Labo Town!"

"Why? Is Ninevie Manor bad wine? ”

"We don't like the people of Ninevi Manor, and we are especially taboo about the old ladies of his family......"

"Oh, my Benshamin, what are you saying to your guests? There's so much more to do in the kitchen! ”

The old lady trembled and came to the black and oppressive mountain.

"You old woman, what's wrong with me talking to the guest?"

"My dear prince, you have to be good, you old and young always worry about me, an old woman!"

"Okay, I won't talk about it, you take care of the front business, I'd better go back to the kitchen!"

The blackened mountain turned away, and the bright light drew a peculiar silhouette—a haunted back and a large hooked nose as strange as a dromedary.

One can imagine how majestic and tall he would have been when he was young if his back was not bent!

"I'm sorry, noble lady, if it weren't for the news from Shanfeng, the old man wouldn't have come out to ramble!"

"Really?" Wan Ying laughed, this is really a weirdo.

"Can't you buy wine from Ninevie in Provence?" Wanying wanted to find out.

"That's not true, it's just that everyone is afraid of the old lady, so they haven't been to his house for many years!"

"Are you talking about Mrs. Bran? She has been dead for so many years, and everyone is still afraid of her? ”

A wrinkled smile appeared on the old grandmother's ravinely face: "Not to mention anything else, dear madam, I sincerely want to say that you are as beautiful as Madame Bran when she was young!" ”

"Oh, thank you for the compliment!"

"She was the most beautiful woman in Provence then!"

"Oh, really?"

"Extraordinary beauty and extraordinary bearing, but it's a pity that one wrong step, one wrong step, Ninivi Manor is ruined by her......"

"What's going on here?"

"Oh, don't talk about it, everyone is not happy about those old things, let's give you a glass of good wine, definitely no worse than that of Ninivi Manor!" As she spoke, the old woman shivered and poured two small glasses of red wine from behind the wine cabinet.

Wanying sat with her grandmother on the edge of a beautiful mountain cliff in Provence.

"Cheers to the people who come to Provence!" The old lady raised her glass and took a sip of it.

Wanying also took a sip, this elixir jade liquid was mellow, delicate and rich in layers in her mouth.