Shen Shizhen

Early in the morning, Church received an anonymous phone call from within China.

"Hey?"

"Hello, is this Mr. Church?"

Church thought the voice was quite pleasant, so he became more patient: "It's me, are you?"

"Ms. Qiao asked me to call you. I need to trouble you to come and pick up something."

"Ms. Qiao???" Church's head was full of question marks. If the male voice was not really nice, he would have hung up if it was someone else, "Did you make a mistake?"

There seemed to be some doubts on the other side: "Are you Church Lewis?"

Church was dumbfounded, and even reported his full name: "Uh yes."

"Ms. Qiao ordered perfume with me. After I contacted her, she said that you can bring her back to Fran."

At this point, Church realized that it took him a long time to remember that his doll-headed proprietress seemed to be surnamed Qiao.

"Oh ok ok, I see, what's your address?"

"I'll text the address to your phone later, is that okay?"

Church responded repeatedly, and received the address in a short while, and he was navigating to the map while burying his benefactor in his heart.

In the end, he decided to cut the mess quickly, and a taxi was ready to go there. Unexpectedly, when he reached the intersection, the driver said that the car could not drive in, and he had to walk.

In fact, Church was in a daze. After getting out of the car, he looked at the spacious street in front of him and was a little dazed.

Can't drive in?tease me?

The temperature is extremely high during the day, and there are almost no pedestrians on the street. The further you go in, the more desolate it becomes. There are some old shops that are closed on both sides, and they haven't opened for a long time.

The plaque was covered with dust, but the street was quite clean.

A few days ago, Church couldn't get used to the enthusiasm of summer just like Ivan did when he first came here.

Later, I just put on a vest and big pants, and I also wore a fascinating big-brimmed hat on my head.

Follow the navigation all the way to go in, but even if you wear it like this, it will still look like it was picked up from the water after a few steps.

Looking at the long, deserted street in front of him, Church felt a little skeptical about life. If it wasn't for the voice of the little brother who really didn't sound like a liar, he would have given up a long time ago.

He didn't dare to call the proprietress to ask.

Calculating the time difference, Fran is still in the middle of the night, and he calls now because he probably doesn't want his parents.

It wasn't until he was about to reach the red dot on the navigation that Church saw clearly that a man in black was leaning against the door frame of a store not far away and was playing with his mobile phone with his head down.

The color of the clothes was almost exactly the same as the door frame, so you wouldn't notice it unless you looked closely.

He raised his head and glanced at the tall plaque on the top. Given his not very proficient in Chinese, he felt that he should have made a mistake. The words written in the ghost painting symbol were "Flavouring Fragrance Pavilion"?

After a cursory glance, Church felt that the man leaning on the door frame had a good temperament. He guessed that it might be the person who called him just now, and he came out to wait for him because he was afraid that he might go wrong.

But as soon as that person looked up, he knew he was wrong. Although this person didn't look fierce, but...how could it be impossible to speak so softly, right?

"Mr. Church?" The man stood up straight and looked at him, looking at him with piercing eyes.

Church didn't need to read his mind to know that this person was not easy to mess with. He nodded and said nothing with a stiff face.

Compared with Fran, he has restrained himself a lot in China now, that is, when he was teasing Ji Chuan's fellow brother, he was a little bit worse.

Church followed the man in, and what he saw was a small yard that looked like their back garden in France. There were many towering trees in the yard.

I don't know how long it took to grow to the height. The green leaves reflect the light spots in the midsummer sun.

On both sides of the stone road leading to the inside, there are a few small stone elephants that he can't understand. Looking up, you can see the antique railing hooks. Strange.

If you want to talk about what is the most intuitive feeling when you enter this door—that is, you feel a lot cooler—is it okay to just turn on the air conditioner and leave the door open?

On the threshold is a room with many shelves, like an exhibition hall.

There were all kinds of porcelain bottles on the shelves, and Church suddenly realized where the little bottle that was taken to save Ai Fan's life came from.

This realization made his eyes change when he looked at the boy who stood up behind the counter.

The boy looks young, and Church can't describe his appearance. He really doesn't know much about Chinese culture, and he looks very comfortable in short.

And Church felt that he was the one who called him.

"Hi, my name is Wen." The boy said.

After exchanging greetings, Church waited in the front hall, leaning comfortably on the wooden chair, only to feel that the restlessness that had been aroused by the scorching sun outside was suppressed by the coolness in the store.

He looked at the man who had been silent since he met Boss Wen.

He was still focused on his mobile phone, and Church couldn't help but want to take a few more glances at the pair of red phoenix eyes hanging from the corners of his eyes.

"What's wrong?" The man suddenly raised his head and stared straight back at the half-blood who had been staring at him.

Church paused: "Is it alright if the air conditioner is on and the door is open?"

The man smiled: "This is like a place with air conditioning?"

Church subconsciously looked around at the solid wood decoration around him, and when his eyes fell back on the man's face, he had the answer.

He looked at the sparsely furnished and slightly empty hall and said, "There are a lot of things here."

The man was not too surprised, neither affirming nor denying.

Church suddenly became interested, fixedly looked into the man's eyes and said, "I really don't hide my liking."

The man raised his eyebrows, why do all the gringos in the past few days have this style of painting.

What Boss Wen saw when he came out from behind with the good stuff was the two of them looking at each other in silence.

"What's wrong? What are you talking about?" he asked.

Church glanced at the bottle in his hand, it looked similar to Ivan's bottle before, but he still focused more on Boss Wen.

Boss Wen rarely felt uncomfortable being stared at so closely by Church, and was about to speak when the boy preempted him.

"In addition to this bottle, someone asked you to bring a message." Church said with certainty.

Boss Wen was startled for a moment, but then he understood, nodded and said, "Mr. Church is also a capable person, Ms. Qiao's family here really asked me to take the word."

He didn't hide anything, since he talked about him, he said straightforwardly: "Ms. Qiao's family hopes that she can return to China as soon as possible regardless of the past."

"Why?" Church saw that Boss Wen didn't know the specific reason, so he asked this question to the man sitting on the chair like him.

He had long been so curious about the proprietress' life experience that he exploded.

Mind reading skills are great, but there is a specialization in the art, and the lady boss never thinks about what he can do about these things.

The man didn't seem to think it was too much to say: "Anyway, it's not a secret. She fell out with her family and went abroad more than ten years ago. The reason is very simple, that is, she escaped marriage."

Church got stuck for a moment.

He really couldn't connect the 30-year-old single baby face who didn't pay attention to anything except her stones and jewelry with the word "running away from marriage".

"Are we talking about the same person? Is my height only up to me?" Church reached out and compared himself under the chest.

"Have a short baby head?" He raised his hands to the side of his face and scratched.

"The face is more round?" He said and pulled his face wider.

The man only asked, "Does she only speak in tongues?"

"Yes." Church answered quickly.

The man shrugged: "That is."

Church: "..."

He still felt that this kind of problem should not bother those "fairies" like their proprietress...

"It's been ten years, isn't it too exaggerated just to escape a marriage?" Church felt that his brain circuit was a bit behind.

The man spread his hands: "You have to go back and ask her yourself, she just won't come back anyway."

Later, Church, who returned to the hotel, was informed by Ivan that they planned to retreat in a few days.

In fact, Church really didn't think much, just knocked on the door next door.

Evan who opened the door for him.

As soon as he entered, he saw Ji Chuan lying on the bed and swiping his cell phone, and subconsciously glanced at the small grid by the bed.

But unexpectedly, he found that there was nothing missing there, and the boxes were still intact, so he was shocked.

Church hesitated: "You..."

Ji Chuan felt tired looking at him sitting there guessing, and took the initiative to help him complete the sentence: "I did."

Church: "..."

Evan: "..."

Looking at Church's expression, Ji Chuan felt very confused: "Didn't you ask it yourself? Now that I've said it, what is your expression?"

Church choked for a long time without saying a word, and finally cast his gaze on Ivan who was on the side.

Ai Fan gave him a very understanding look back: "Do you think our Chuanchuan is getting better and better."

Let alone Ai Fan, even Church can clearly feel the changes in Ji Chuan.

When he met Ji Chuan for the first time, it was absolutely impossible for him to talk to him about the topic of "do or not" without blushing.

Church was originally planning to stop by and ask a few words about their upcoming itinerary, but now he left here with a wink.

Sure enough, I still dragged the pirated version of "Ji Chuan" to play with myself for a few days, and then happily followed the large army to retreat.

In the world of adults, he is a minor, so don't ask too much.

But the fact is that as soon as Church went out, Ji Chuan rolled on the bed, lying on the bed without any abnormality, holding up his mobile phone and continuing to scan.

Thinking of the fact that the two of them just had a couple bath last night but didn't make it to the end, Ai Fan, who packed his luggage silently, couldn't laugh or cry.

His Chuanchuan is really bad at learning, and he doesn't know how much of it is himself.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking." Ji Chuan didn't take his eyes off the phone.

Ai Fan turned his mouth up: "Mingjian Chuanchuan, since Chuanchuan knows everything, when is he going to let me do it to the end?"

Ji Chuan flicked his fingers on the phone, took the phone away from his eyes, stared at him for a long time, and said, "I really should let them see what you look like now, and see who you have changed."

The author has something to say:

I won't ask you how you are doing in CET-[-] and CET-[-].