"I'm sorry."

Joan of Arc finally chose these two words, Yan An'an's eyes were full of disappointment, why should he give up? Obviously you care so much, why don't you stick to it? You know that if you give up, you will lose everything, so why do you insist on giving up?

Gu Xijue didn't care about this, so there was still a difference between women and men.

"In that case, you can call everyone at this café, and maybe we can make an appointment to discuss the transfer." Gu Xijue nodded towards Yan An'an.

"Let's change places, it's not too short to come out, I don't have the courage to bear LIve's anger." Gu Xijue stretched out his hand towards Yan An'an.

Yan An'an looked at Joan of Arc with a little hesitation, hesitated for a moment and put his hand on Gu Xijue's palm, and stood up with Gu Xijue's strength.

Gu Xijue handed Joan of Arc a business card, "Please give me an answer within 5 days, I believe I will give a price that satisfies the owner." ”

Joan of Arc took the business card with both hands, "You seem to be a wealthy person, I will tell you the truth, and please wait with peace of mind." Joan of Arc got her business card and her heart settled.

The day has come, and White's Café is finally approaching its twilight years, Mr. White, I'm sorry that Joan of Arc still hasn't done it, and has broken its promise to you.

Another business card slipped into Joan of Arc's hand, "Call me if you need help, I don't seem to be useful, but I'm still reliable." ”

Yan An'an smiled gently, Joan of Arc couldn't help but nodded, and then watched Gu Xijue and Yan An'an leave the café.

It wasn't until the people walked out that Joan of Arc realized that she had forgotten to say that she was welcome to come next time.

"What a pity? Obviously looking so domineering, but in the end he used such gentle means. Ellivier was half-hunched over the counter, looking really disappointed.

"You did it on purpose?" What else did Joan of Arc not understand, Elivier had never been so provocative to provoke guests, and for her, she preferred you and me.

"It's not too stupid, but it's a little late." Elivier nodded his lips, "No matter how much Joan of Arc does, the result will still be the same, why are you wasting your youth here?" ”

Elivier stepped out of the counter and gently curled Joan of Arc's long brown hair, "Little White doesn't like this café that is already an antique, and this era doesn't need such obsolete things. ”

"Why do you and Old White insist on that? You must know that there is no need for a pure land now. Elivier walked behind Joan of Arc, "This era doesn't need people you don't know, you've been eliminated." ”

"Remember to put the balance on my account, it has wasted my time for so long, don't be too stingy." Before leaving, Ellivier threw a flying kiss at the people in the café.

"In a short time, you will be welcome to play in our Garden of Eden." Ellivier's fingers slid from his lips to his chest, bouncing a few times like a piano on his chest, before slowly sliding to the bottom.

Then she walked out of the café without hesitation, and Joan of Arc looked at the scene and felt like Mrs. Thomson who had been splashed with red wine when she had quarreled in the opposite restaurant the other day.

After Elieville was gone, the guests were paying their bills, Joan of Arc was doing her job earnestly, and the café was empty, as deserted as before Elieville came.

Joan of Arc picked up the rag and cleaned up the tables one by one, but there was nothing difficult about them, and the guests were generally restrained in order to please Elivier, the coffee was not touched, and there were no stains on the table.

Joan of Arc looked at the glass door where no one would come in again, and had to turn the sign that was open over, was it so late?

Joan of Arc stood in front of the glass door, watching the red white clouds slowly get drunk. How long has it been since I've seen such a beautiful view?

I know that I am guarding one of the most beautiful places in the world, but I forget about the most beautiful scenery in the world, and I immerse myself in nostalgia every day.

Why did you come here in the first place? Isn't it just for the quiet and peace of this town? It was an accident to meet Mr. White, who was still a girl at the time, and found a long-lost peace in Mr. White.

Because of this, I stayed, and the two of them would set up a small table outside the café when the sun set, cut a brownie cake with a slight smell of wine, and pour a cup of Irish coffee, and the feeling of being slightly drunk was the most comfortable state in the world.

Ellivier is right, she and Mr. White have been eliminated from this world, and perhaps it is time to carry out Mr. White's will.

At that time, Mr. White Jr. was not so rebellious, and he didn't know a woman like Elliwell, and he was still a favorite little gentleman, but after returning from his study abroad career, Mr. White Jr. changed.

He is no different from those from the outside world, drunk on money, indulging in pleasure, not enterprising, and fond of numbing himself with alcohol.

But Mr. White was already in his last years, and could no longer discipline the crooked little Mr. White, so Mr. White chose to give the café to Joan of Arc.

Why hasn't the will been taken out? The reason is just that Mr. White Jr. has no skills, so I want to find a reason to give Mr. White Jr. back.

But it seems to be too late, the original boy has become too thorough, and in that case, there is no need for it.

Joan of Arc looked at the sky, which had completely darkened, closed the glass door, pulled down the roller shutter, and then found the incense candle that had been left behind in the café.

"All that's left is purple, Mr. White's favorite violet flavor. Fade out said that he would save Violet's for the end and order together, but Mr. White broke his promise, and now only Joan of Arc was left in the café. ”

Joan of Arc took out a small purple incense candle, pulled out the hidden place on the counter, and lit the small purple candle, "How long do you think you can light the candle?" This time I'm with you, and you're with me, so let's count the time, okay? ”

The purple candle flickered with a small light, and there was only this small candle in the café.

The dial phone on the side of Chaandra is very old, and it usually looks like a decoration, but it is a practical item that can be used.

I remember the first time Mr. White used it to make a call, Joan of Arc was very frightened, and after Mr. White made the call, he laughed very naughtily, but he still carefully asked little Mr. White to teach him how to use it.

Thinking about the familiar number that I kept in mind, and listening to the sound of the dial constantly recovering, I suddenly felt that everything was so nostalgic.

The old-fashioned dial phone was not as changeable as the ringtone of the current one, only a simple beep, and it seemed to be very busy over there, and it didn't pick up the phone for a long time.

But now Joan of Arc lacks time, so Joan of Arc waited patiently, and the phone was finally answered.

"Joan of Arc, you're finally willing to call me." The voice on the other end of the phone was so familiar, but there was a little more unfamiliar cynicism.

"What would you do if someone were to pay a very high price for a café?" Joan of Arc did not catch up with Mr. White Jr., but spoke directly of the temptation.

If it is not sold, then Joan of Arc will hide the will, and if it is sold, then it is estimated that ...... There will never be an opportunity to communicate again.

"I'm going to say sell, will you take out the will?" Little White was smiling happily over there, "Joan of Arc you know what? I've been waiting for you to take out your will, and I've been waiting for too long. ”

"Do you know that a will exists?" Joan of Arc hadn't thought about it, but why was Little White so calm when he knew that there was a will?

"Of course I know, Joan of Arc, I am also my father's child, although I have become less conformist to you later, and to put it mildly, it is deviant."

"But Joan of Arc, my father won't abandon me because of this, and it's more important to him about the café and me, or me. After all, I'm his only relative. ”

"So my dear Joan of Arc, do you know?" Mr. White Jr. said it lightly and freely, and Joan of Arc really couldn't understand it.

"You know, why not object? Or why did you accept the existence of this will so calmly? Joan of Arc felt that perhaps it had always been herself who had been stupid, and that little Mr. White was much more sober than he was.

"Dear Joan of Arc, my father and I are different, that café, to me, the meaning has changed, it is used by my father to commemorate my mother, and you and my deceased mother are the same, so my father and I both mean it, just give you the café."

"Joan of Arc, I'm a man, I'm young, I can use my hands and feet to do everything I want, I don't have to stay in the shadow of my ancestors to live my whole life, that café is better for you than for me."

"But dear Joan of Arc, be brave, I thought Erivier could provoke you, but you are so patient, you will make me very worried that you will be bullied." Mr. White's tone was full of dissatisfaction.

"Don't have any burden, even if I fail, why will you just kick me out? Joan of Arc is the biggest reason why I can rest assured. ”

"I can never see the gloom in your eyes, but the arrival of Ellivier makes me see that you are not happy, but the reason why my father and I gave you the café is not to make you unhappy for this café, otherwise my father and I will feel deeply guilty. Be strong, dear. ”