The midsummer Mediterranean breeze blows the heat away from the bay of Ajaccio on the west coast of Corsica, and the slightly salty breeze mixed with the fishy smell of Mediterranean fish permeates the streets of the old port of Ajaccio. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun prints the flowers on the old second-floor balconies of the old port streets into gold, and everything seems to be so quiet and harmonious, in this small city of only 50,000 people, tranquility is characteristic most of the time.

The returning fishing boat shattered the tranquility of the old port, and the diminutive, middle-aged captain with a big red nose scolded all the crew in Corsica's native French with the smell of Italian olive oil, whether it was the honest crew who carried the harvest with a disgruntled face, or even the young crew with my harpoon in his hand, these were the targets of the captain's attack, and in his eyes, he did not care what fear, he could only pour out his spittle.

By the time the captain had finally stopped and the entire fishing boat had been cleaned up, the sun had put away its last rays, and it was time to go home.

"Millers, are you going home or to the bar?" The captain asked Millersmot, an old shipwright he was familiar with.

"Sean, you know, I'm alone at home, and there's no point in going back, I'm going to go to that new restaurant for dinner and then go to the bar." Millersmot is a native of Corsican, but there is something unusual about his height not being as short as the average Corsican, but instead reaching a height of 1.9 meters, which is rare in Corsica.

"Millers, it's time for you to find a woman to start a family." Captain Sean told Pierre, although he was unforgiving, but he was actually a very kind boss, otherwise he would not have allowed a cripple to stay on his ship.

Millersmot is the cripple, he is now thirty-three years old, but he is still not married, when he was young, Millers was once the most famous talent in Corsica, known as the future number one goalkeeper in France, but to everyone's surprise, Millers did not choose to engage in football, but engaged in basketball that is unusual in the eyes of Corsicans With excellent height and good skills, Millers was also selected for the French basketball national youth team, But then he and his parents were in a car accident while traveling, and although he was lucky to survive, his parents died, and Millers lost the possibility of playing sports because of the accident.

Millers, who was hit by such a major blow, was also depressed for a while, and alcohol was the only "good medicine" that he could numb himself, but I don't know when Millers suddenly repented and began to be a new person, and Millers, who couldn't find a job because of his lameness, eventually became a boatman on Sean Jean Pierre's ship.

"Do you mean the new restaurant that came to the Orient two months ago? It just so happened that I was going there too, and the Oriental had ordered fish from me, and I had to send it to him. "Sean is very familiar with everything about the old port, and he has almost never left it in his life.

"The hash browns there are very good, just right with the fried fish steak, and I don't know where the Oriental guy got the Belgian beer, I used to drink it when I was in Paris, and I haven't drunk it since." Millers wasn't really interested in the food at that restaurant, he was more interested in the owner of that restaurant.

"I know, Milles, that the owner of that restaurant is probably the only one in the whole of Corsica who is taller than you, and I think you have a common language, although I don't think the Oriental is a good man." Sean is a big fan of the potato pancakes, and the novelty is completely different from the local Corsican cuisine, so he has visited the restaurant many times since it opened.

When Millers and Sean walked into the cramped restaurant, there were already customers at the other three tables, leaving only one table near the bar empty, and Millers and Sean hurriedly sat there.

Millers limped into the bar and expertly pulled out four bottles of beer from underneath the bar, a scene that the diners were oblivious to because they had their own beers, and anyone who visited the restaurant knew that beer here needed to be "self-serviced".

A bell rings at a small delivery port behind the bar, and a pair of large hands place a pair of plates to the window.

"Table two." A cold voice rang out from behind the window.

Millers hurriedly lowered his head and said from the window: "Two people, boss." Although he didn't get any response, Millers knew that the other party had already started preparing his own food.

By the time Millers and Captain Sean got their food, the guests at the first table had already left.

Millers looked up at the door to the left of the bar, where a taller and hulturing figure pushed open the door and walked out of the operator's room.

The tall Oriental man had a bald head, and two hideous scars from above the ears on both sides gave the already strong figure a hint of fierceness. Perhaps because of the scar, the originally delicate eyebrows and eyes of this Oriental man were slanted up, which made people think that he was a bloodthirsty maniac at first glance, and the stubble face that was blue under the incandescent light made people think that behind this face should be a prison felon.

When the Oriental man walked behind the bar and put the money of the first table of guests in the drawer, Millers felt a wave in his heart.

It's really very similar, although there is a huge difference between this Oriental man and the person in his heart from his face, but I don't know why, Millers always feels that the other party gives him a very familiar feeling.

That person has disappeared from the eyes of the world for almost a year, and I don't know if that person can know that on this island in the Mediterranean, there is a fan who is over 30 years old and has changed himself because of his deeds. Millers thought to himself as he ate his hash browns.

The Pershing Square shooting in Los Angeles, which shocked the world a year ago, made Millers' idol only announce his retirement to the world through his agent, and then he disappeared from everyone's eyes as if he had never appeared in this world. Millers began to transform when he was most depressed when he heard about his idol's deeds.

"Are you Chinese? Boss? Millers couldn't help but wonder and chose to ask the owner of the restaurant.

"Hurry up and leave after eating, this is not a bar." What Millers didn't expect was that the other party was unusually irritable, as if it was just like the personality of the other party. (To be continued.) )