Stand by me

(29)

Three years later.Paris France.

Although it is already spring, you can still feel the oncoming cold wind when you open the windows.Yuxiang Nakajima rubbed his cheeks, yawned twice, pulled the hand warmer out of the bed, and poured out the cold water inside.It took him 15 minutes to take a shower, nibble on the half baguette left over from yesterday, and organize the things in his backpack.After tidying up, he put a pair of decorative round-frame glasses on his nose to cover up his red rabbit-like eyes after staying up late. "Oops." He looked at his watch and complained secretly in his heart, time is money, and he only understood this truth after he became an overseas student.The red-haired uncle who manages the dormitory watched the political drama, took the key card from him, and happily yelled niceday to him, regardless of whether it was inappropriate or not.

Next to the bakery at the intersection of the street, there is a small newsstand. It is run by an old lady who has gray hair and wrinkled face, but still cannot hide the beauty of her youth.Seeing Yuxiang Nakajima running from a distance, she waved to him as if meeting an old friend. They are indeed friends who have forgotten the year. The old grandmother was a war reporter in Vietnam in 1973, and Yuxiang Nakajima is an expert in antique cameras. , There is no generation gap between the two of them.

"Morning, Mrs. Grint! Please get me a copy of each newspaper as usual." Yuxiang Nakajima opened his wallet to withdraw money.

"Yuxiang still likes to read the news so much, I've prepared it for you." The old lady handed him a strong paper bag, which contained a thick stack of newspapers.

Nakajima Yuxiang smiled at her. In fact, he was just a little homesick and didn't want to miss any news about Japan.

He ran to the station, the bus had just started, the driver saw his anxious look in the rearview mirror, and kindly stopped the bus to let him get on.This is why Yuxiang Nakajima likes Paris as a foreign land. There will always be someone who will give you warmth when you don't expect it.

He got off the bus at the Louvre Museum of Art. He had been here countless times. At first, because he didn't know French, he couldn't have a happy chat with his classmates. The only thing that made him open his heart was the artwork.Da Vinci, Delacroix, Ingres, Titian... No matter whose door he knocks on, he will get a response, because they are irreplaceable friends, and he wants to know more about them.But today he was not going to visit. He walked into an alley opposite the art gallery and came to a restaurant named Victoria.

Yuxiang Nakajima pushed open the door of the store, and the interior was decorated in a soft, delicate, delicate and complicated Rococo style. When the blond and blue-eyed waitresses Mina and Scarlett saw him, they greeted him with smiles: "Nakajima Good morning, sir." This is the restaurant where Yuxiang Nakajima hired him after he got his Michelin chef certificate half a year ago, and he will come here to work twice a month.Yuto Nakajima likes the name Victoria, which has the same name as the statue of the goddess in the Louvre. The staff are kind and enthusiastic. He also likes the pleasant atmosphere where everyone works together and yearns for victory.Yuxiang Nakajima only makes French toast as a dessert here. Compared with the one he made for his mother in high school, it has more than a dozen ingredients such as pesto and cinnamon, and the baking time and heat are mastered more exquisitely.Many customers come to him on weekdays. Sometimes he will come over from the back kitchen to take a look after he is busy. Whenever he sees the customers are satisfied with their food and their faces are happy, he is more convinced that it will bring comfort to people. Good food can save a person.

"Hey, 'Harry Potter', what's wrong with your eyes?" When Nakajima Yuxiang opened the cabinet in the workshop and changed into a chef's uniform, someone patted him on the shoulder and shook him from behind.

"Kyu, you are here." Nakajima Yuxiang deliberately answered him in Japanese. In a foreign country, Okamoto Kei is like a bird that has gained freedom, spreading its wings and flying to its own sky. English, French, and German took turns to speak. Absolutely, it's almost as if the word "chic" is written on his face, and he doesn't look cute when talking to people in Japan.His prestige must be killed, Yuxiang Nakajima thought maliciously. "Is the red blood in it obvious? I forgot to bring the potion, lend me yours."

Keito Okamoto handed him a small bottle and watched him put the drops into his eyes with his face up. "Have you stayed up all night again? Are you busy with work recently?"

"Well, I'm busy catching up with graduate thesis, and I have to contribute social articles to magazines, and my body can't bear it." Nakajima Yuxiang smiled wearily.He was recently accepted by the French National Geographic magazine as a new photographer.The company treats newcomers very well, and he talked to Keito Okamoto about the boss's plan to handle immigration for him.

"Isn't this great? What are you hesitating about?" Guiren said, "Many Japanese young people are desperately wanting to go abroad. When the opportunity comes, how can we not seize it? After you immigrate to France, we can also We see each other often."

Nakajima Yuxiang lowered his head and said: "After graduation, I may go home... Then I will decide to stay..."