Chapter 2 (2) Anya

This town, like many other European towns, has beautiful one or two-story single-door cottages, separated by fountains, lawns, flowers, and groves, which are peaceful and picturesque everywhere.Whenever the weather is sunny, walking on the streets of such a small town, I always feel that in fact, people can have no scheming; simple happiness with a little laziness, a lifetime will pass... A flower shop called A Cote de le Cafe.I prefer to drink green tea, which is clear and fragrant as soon as the water is flushed, rather than coffee; I like to see flowers growing vigorously in the mud, so I don't buy the flowers that have been picked and tied, but I still walk over.Maybe it's because the flower shop is called "beside the cafe" but there is no cafe next to it, which makes me curious?Maybe it's because the Chinese knots on the doors and windows and the wind chimes made of bamboo arouse my nostalgia?

Pushing open the door, the tinkling of the wind chimes caused ripples in the singing of black singer Lionel Richie. "...I hear your voice, your voice, your voice The way you used to do I feel my heart, my heart I try to keep you off my mind But every time I do, I hear your voice…" —I heard her voice, "Bonjour, Mademoiselle." I was still pacing in Europe just now, why did I suddenly walk into Chen Yifei's painting of Chinese beauties?Floor-to-ceiling glass doors and windows on three sides provide plenty of light in the store.Among the colorful, goose, yellow, pink and white, she stands there, playing with the lilies in the long-necked flip-top glass bottle.A sleeveless dark blue brocade double-breasted top, and a white long skirt with light blue daisies that almost dragged the floor; her complexion was almost transparent, her left hair was pulled behind her ear, and a drop of emerald green could be seen swaying on the earlobe.

However, how could the gentle and gentle voice say "Good day, miss" to me from the painting? "Que desirez-vous, Mademoiselle?" She put down the bottle and walked towards me, her skirts swaying like a cloud.She has the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as if she is always smiling; her dark eyes reveal frankness and innocence, but she can feel some stubbornness that is not commensurate with her elegance, as if she still has a bit of sadness that is not indifferent. Shall I explain that I didn't want to buy flowers, but walked into her flower shop for an instant indescribable feeling?

I said, "Je vousdrais une fleur, aussi belle que le bourge, la boutique, et vous." Then I cursed myself for talking nonsense.What "find a flower as beautiful as this town, her shop, and her"?That's the proper way for a man to say that. She was a little surprised, looked at me for a while, and then smiled slightly, "Une fleur, ou une humeur?" - is a clever girl!See my ulterior motives! I smiled embarrassedly, and simply took out Skittles and invited her to eat. She led me to a corner separated by several large potted plants, where there was a small rattan table with two chairs.Laptops are on the table.Standing against the wall is a bookshelf made of bamboo, with many CDs, atlases from around the world, travel notes and novels in simplified and traditional Chinese and English, a few copies of the American "National Geographic" magazines, and hangers of China, India and other countries. and South American handmade jewelry - I also have quite a few Chinese knot and jade mascots!Coincidentally, I also have a model of the white marble Taj Mahal!When my eyes fell on the several Chinese-published French textbooks on the chair, I exclaimed in surprise, "You are from China!"

"You too?" When she smiled, she was as innocent as a little girl. Does she come from China?Nowadays, many girls in China are keen on foreign brands. They like to dress up in an international way. There are also many enthusiastic about the integration of traditional and modern and post-modern styles. Come to interpret the essence of classical clothing. Her name is Anya.