"You know what? I always thought he was really depraved, and he wasn't the same person anymore, otherwise why didn't he come after Mr. White died? The more Joan of Arc spoke, the more angry he became, and he wanted to take someone and beat him up, so that his anger would dissipate somewhat.

"My dear, you should now call Father, not Mr. White, for you always have the illusion that you will leave me at any time." Wells didn't know when he came over again, and the two hands with the same plain rings were overlapped, naturally placed on their chests, and they looked really pleasing to the eye.

"Who's to blame? It's only been a month since we confessed our hearts to we got married, and I haven't reacted to what happened! You're going to have to give me a way to get used to it, right? And your reputation is not good, speaking of which, it should be me who should be worried, right? Joan of Arc asked back unceremoniously, and it seemed that there was a faint smell of gunpowder.

Yan An'an drank milk in disguise, and there will be quarrels, scolding, and panicking curses in loving couples...... This is the real life, there is no perfect love, just like the moon will always be cloudy and sunny.

"Blame me, blame me." Wells sat down with Joan of Arc in his arms, and the tolerance and attachment in his eyes silently eliminated the war that had not had time to break out.

"It's so happy to be able to find someone who really loves each other." Yan An'an sighed sincerely, but Wells shook his head, "It's not difficult to find someone who really loves each other, it's hard to find someone who can accompany you, which is the most difficult." ”

"People who love each other may not be able to make it to the end, but they generally live longer, why is that?" Yan An'an let go of his eyes, is it because he loves each other, so it is so difficult?

"In fact, there is no such thing, because of love, for your other half, the requirements are higher, a little flaw will be magnified, if it is to make a living, do not care, but it is not so important. If you are more tolerant, it will naturally be long, and a lifetime is not long, but it is not short. Wells said unconcernedly.

"With the person you love, you will only feel like you don't have enough time, but with the person you hate, you will live like a year." Joan of Arc pushes Wells in disgust.

"It's like Einstein's theory of relativity, time is short with beautiful women, but when your ass sits on the fire and scorchses, you live like years, I know." Yan Anan finished drinking the milk with a smile.

"Thank you for your hospitality, but dear, it's getting late, I think I need to go home, there are still people waiting for me." Yan An'an stood up, and so did Joan of Arc and Wells.

"It's a shame you won't be able to make it to the wedding." Joan of Arc's face was full of disappointment, but she still led Yan An'an to walk downstairs.

Where Joan of Arc couldn't see, Wells smiled bitterly, and finally couldn't let go.

The story Joan of Arc told was only part of it, and Wells had done too much in a place that Joan of Arc didn't know, and Ellieville stood behind Wells with a tray.

"Why do you regret it?" If you sell the café outright, your life will be much easier than it is now, and at least opening a tavern will not be a problem.

"It's been decided, then there is no room for regret, if you haven't met, maybe your heart will never be heavy, if you really miss it, I'm afraid your life will not be easy. I'm afraid to meet you again, but I'm eager to meet you. Wells is a graduate of a well-known college with a master's degree in economics.

And how can you not know that the principal is the hardest part? But Wells still chose to give up the legacy, and the bar next door was so quiet, even though it was a bar, it was more like a café.

Wells didn't know why when he designed it, he would make the expected rough style so delicate, obviously he and his father loved the mellow aroma of the spirit, not the delicacy of the coffee.

"I still don't agree with your idea, a bar-style café looks like a crowd of demons, but a café-like bar is a clear stream in the world."

"If you're telling the truth, I don't think Joan of Arc won't support you, and I don't understand why you want to keep such a café that is obviously going to lose money." Ellivier picked up his long golden hair and looked at it carefully, and sure enough, the waiter's life was really bad, and he actually had split ends.

"Erivier, there are some things that carry memories, and even if they reappear, they are no longer what they were at the beginning." After Wells said this, he went down to prepare his things.

No one knows that Wells White, who opened a bar, is best at a cake called brownie, the heavy amount of brownie just covers up the bitterness of the caramel, and the slight sweet aroma can be eaten even by men who don't like cakes.

"Wells, aside from Joan of Arc, I really want to know when you'll be moved. You know, it's been a long time since I've seen your true feelings. Ellivier lit a lady's cigarette, and the smell of crisp mint mixed with tobacco filled the kitchen.

"Elivier, if you smoke, please get out, this is the place to cook for people to eat." Joan of Arc pushed away the smoke and walked in, breathed by the green smoke of this room.

"I really envy you Joan of Arc." Obviously you didn't work hard, but you gained everything, and you are the one who should lose everything.

Ellivier snuffed out his cigarette and walked out slowly.

Joan of Arc shook her head, came over to help Wells, pieces of black delicate brownies appeared in this small kitchen, obviously not so much, but I still couldn't help but make a lot, probably with the person I loved, I really feel that there is not enough time.

"Wells, actually, I know that you actually wanted me to get out of here in the first place." Joan of Arc took the initiative to break the window paper.

Wells' hand paused, "Honey, why do you think like that?" ”

"It's not hard to guess, Wells, even though you seem to have changed a lot now, but one thing you've never changed is that you don't like to show your emotions as they are."

"Whether it's your gentlemanly appearance or your bad appearance, I'm afraid it's you, and you've never seen through yourself, right?" Joan of Arc puts the freshly made cake in the oven.

"How can you not know your own heart? I at least know I love you. "Love you so much that you can give up everything I planned.

Joan of Arc walked out without saying a word. Wells saw a small incense candle left on the spot where Joan of Arc had just stood.

The beautiful green dances with a bright flame, like a beautiful maiden, seducing the beloved. "So you found it, why did you find it?"

Wells picked up the small candle, the green incense candle the last of those candles left, hidden by Wells in the teddy bear that Joan of Arc had held when she first came here.

That little girl, probably at that time, walked into the heart of Wells, who was in a pool of stagnant water, right?

Joan of Arc may leave this café, but she will never abandon the teddy bear she always carries with her, the teddy bear that accompanies her day and night, this is the scenery that Joan of Arc will not miss every day.

Wells gently kissed the small glass on the outside of the candle, "Why did you find it so early?" Isn't it enough to pretend to live a life in a daze? ”

His father knew that his mother didn't love him, but his father gave up his favorite liquor and guarded the café that his mother longed for the most for a lifetime, the flower language of violets - eternal love.

Why don't you let me guard you with eternity? Instead of chasing Joan of Arc, Wells quietly closed his elaborate café.

People who love each other sometimes can't stay together, just because they love too deeply and want to fulfill each other, but they will always miss each other.

A small border town in Indonesia, a quiet café by the sea, where beautiful violets are always in bloom, and long chiba hanging baskets hang down to form a beautiful curtain.

There is no waiter here, only an old handsome guy who always plays the wedding march, some people say that he is a top student of the School of Finance, but he gave up everything he has for a person, just guarding the place where she has stayed, and guarding his love forever.

It is said that the person he loved left at the wedding, and the two did not divorce, but they never met again, and some people said that the mushroom girl had a pair of very gentle eyes and a sweet smile was a greeting from heaven.

But the old man sitting in the café with the wedding march knew that the mushroom girl was the most beautiful person in the world, and she was worth his life's wait.

Maybe when he gets old and dizzy, the girl he loves will come back.

The wind chimes on the door were still shaking dutifully, Ding Ling's voice, just like her happy smile, moved out of the rocking chair and sat quietly at the door of the café, watching the slowly setting sunset, "Joan of Arc Alice, will you be a dream that I never woke up from?" ”

"Otherwise, why are dreams so beautiful?" The old man shook his rocking chair quietly, but suddenly the sunlight was blocked, and the old man took off the book covering his face.

A beautiful woman with brown eyes and gray hair stood in front of him, and time seemed to freeze in this moment until the woman took out an old teddy bear and stuffed it into the old man's arms.

"I gave you my most precious teddy bear as a token of love, would you like to start over with me? My dear Wells White? The woman's smile was as beautiful as it had been rumored.

Wells White hugged the teddy bear in his arms tightly, "What's not to do?" As long as you want to call Jeanne d'White, I'll say yes. ”

Time is quiet, the missed time will always return to the original point, and I have been waiting for you in your heart, so don't let me wait too long, I'm afraid that I will forget you, only remember that dream that was too beautiful.