After saving Meiqiang, I became popular all over the world

There is an airport within the range of the water flight. After arriving, the group bought the earliest flight and flew directly to Geneva. Before leaving the airport, Ye Cike suggested that they buy a few light down jackets and take them with them.

The profiteer looked at the sun outside the airport, and asked suspiciously, "It's over 20 degrees outside, why buy a down jacket?"

Ye Cike glanced at him: "Don't buy it, just carry it yourself when it's cold."

Qiao Zhihuan was also a little puzzled: "It's summer now, the whole of Europe is more than 20 degrees, and even places with large temperature differences can have more than ten degrees. Is it really unnecessary to have a down jacket?"

Ye Cike smiled gently: "It's really cold in there, come, I'll help you choose."

As he spoke, he pulled Qiao Zhihuan along and carefully selected them one by one.

Profiteer: "..." has been double marked.

However, when Qiao Zhihuan and his party got on the train and walked intermittently through the tunnel in the mountain, it was really cold in the compartment, and everyone took out the down jackets they had bought before and put them on.

Qiao Zhihuan looked out of the window, the grassland was endless, stretching straight to the distant mountains, the peaks of the mountains were still covered with snow, the gentle golden light shone from the sky, the scenery was as beautiful as an oil painting.

They are constantly walking up the mountain, and the train shuttles upwards against the rock wall, and they can obviously feel the temperature drop.

Although the scenery is beautiful, the road becomes more and more desolate. There are no people along the road, and there are fewer and fewer people in the carriage.

When I got off the train at the terminal, the huge platform was empty except for the five of them and the conductor.

Wrapped in a down jacket, the profiteer shivered in the cold wind: "...Mr. Ye, you are going to sell us, aren't you?"

Ye Cike refused coldly and politely: "You can't sell the price."

After leaving the train station, there were only a few families, and there was no hotel or other buildings at all. Even Qiao Zhihuan, who completely trusted Ye Cike, was a little worried. This place is so remote, is there a place to live?

Qiao Zhihuan was still looking around when she suddenly heard a shout: "clair!"

Everyone looked at the voice. This word has many meanings in French, without context, Qiao Zhihuan didn't know whether it was screaming "Little Lightning" or "Little Puff".

"The person who picked us up is here," Ye Cike said.

A silver-gray trot creaked to a stop in front of everyone, and the windows were lowered. A stylish old lady in a plaid suit and sunglasses leaned out of the car window, first hugged Ye Cike warmly through the car door, and happily shared with him. Cheek-to-cheek greetings.

The old lady seemed to be familiar with Ye Cike, but she was obviously a local, and she didn't seem to be related by blood. Qiao Zhihuan glanced at the profiteer and found that he didn't know why, he didn't know who it was.

After Ye Cike was let go, he complained softly in French: "Don't call me that in front of everyone."

He spoke French quickly and softly, like a waxy dream, but his expression was cold and indifferent.

The old grandma laughed: "Who made you so sweet."

……understood.

It turned out that the address they heard was Little Puff.

Qiao Zhihuan glanced at Ye Cike, tall and indifferent... little puff.

He could barely hold back a laugh.

Ye Cike looked calm, pretending not to understand what he was laughing at, but the tips of his ears were red.

The kind old lady was afraid that everyone would not understand, so she greeted her in blunt English, saying that she could call her Alijie.

Everyone came forward to shake hands with him one by one, and after the greetings were over, Little Fang asked in a stuttering English: "A Lijie, there are five of us, this car...shouldn't be able to fit in?"

Ali Jie drove a two-seater trot, not to mention five people, five cats couldn't fit in it.

"Don't worry, young man." Ali Jie smiled, "No problem."

Little Fang guessed that she might want to run a few more times, so he said: "It's cold here, if you run a few more times, you go first. I will be the queen."

drip.

A loud horn sound.

The snow-white RV turned out from the intersection, and the car hadn't stopped yet. The little old man in the driver's cab leaned out to greet them. The policeman at the train station yelled when he saw this, and the little old man immediately retracted and blinked mischievously.

"Matthew is here." The old woman said with a smile, "You can ride in his car."

Everyone was about to go to the RV, but Qiao Zhihuan was suddenly stopped by A Lijie: "Come and take my co-pilot."

Qiao Zhihuan pointed at herself and confirmed, "Me?"

He and Ali Jie had just met, and although he could understand the basics of French, he was not very proficient in speaking it. Even if he had to take the co-driver, Ye Cike was more suitable.

Qiao Zhihuan was at a loss, when Ye Cike patted him on the shoulder: "Go, it's fine."

On the way, Alijie was kind and talkative, introducing him to local delicious and interesting food along the way, and some of them feared that he might not understand, so they recounted it in English.

"What do you like to eat?" Alijie asked while waiting for the traffic light, "Vegetable goulash? Cream of mushroom soup? Tartare? Ham and cheese?"

She was enthusiastic, but Qiao Zhihuan was a little cautious: "Ma'am..."

"Call me Alicia, Chouquette."

Well... Chouquette.

He has also become a puff, and it is still a pearl sugar puff that is sweeter than Ye Cike.

However, the old grandma in front of her was kind and amiable, so Qiao Zhihuan accepted the title with a smile.

"Clair didn't like to eat since she was a child, and always liked to steal desserts."

A Lijie smiled and lit up the phone screen to show him, the lock screen was a five or six-year-old black curly-haired boy with red lips and white teeth, sparkling eyes, a little blue on closer inspection, as bright as gems.

The little boy's lips were stained with thick cream, his cheeks were fleshy, and he tilted his head shyly and smiled.

"Cute little dessert, isn't it?"

Qiao Zhihuan looked at the photo, feeling a little unbelievable, thinking this could be Teacher Ye, right?

He tapped the screen and imitated Alijie's tone and asked, "clair? (little puff?)"

Alijie understood what he meant, and laughed happily: "Of course, of course!"

I didn't expect Teacher Ye to look indifferent, but he was quite cute when he was a child.Alijie saw that she liked it, so she simply unlocked the phone and opened the photo album for him to look at.

This photo album is full of Teacher Ye, some just learning to walk, wearing a pocket-sized suspender shirt, holding colorful balls and smiling like moons.

Some had cream on the tip of their noses, they looked surprised but didn't know what to do.

There is also the one lying on the drawing board, with paint all over his body and face, still grinning.

The funniest thing is the one holding the chicken leg. Teacher Ye showed his small fangs and bit the chicken leg, but his pupils dilated slightly. He looked at the camera in surprise, as if he was caught stealing food.

Qiao Zhihuan became more and more cute, and finally understood why Alijie called him Little Puff. The teacher Ye when he was a child was completely opposite to what he is now. He was really sweet!

Moreover, he also discovered another problem.

Ye Cike's curly hair is lazy and beautiful. He always thought it was a style he made later, but he didn't expect it to be natural. It has been like this since he was a child.

Teacher Ye is too good at growing up, even the self-written paper looks so good-looking.

But the more he watched, the more curious he became, what is the relationship between Ali Jie and Ye Cike?

Why does she have so many photos of Ye Cike as a child?

"A Lijie, can you send me these photos?" Qiao Zhihuan asked.

"Of course!" Alijie started the car, "Honey, I've handed over the mobile phone to you, and you can Airdrop whichever one you like."

A Lijie was only focused on chatting with Qiao Zhihuan on the road, and she fell behind the RV.

When Qiao Zhihuan got out of the car, other people had already arrived. Little Fang was holding on to the railing and pointing at the distant building: "...Didn't Matthew say that his house is a log cabin?!"

It is still far away from the building, but it can be seen from a distance that the house has four floors on the ground alone, and there are at least eight bays on the left and right.

Little Fang asked in surprise, "Small? Wooden house?"

It can be said that apart from being made of wood, it has nothing to do with the cabin.

Immediately afterwards, everyone discovered that the entire mountain top seemed to be within the range of the courtyard enclosed by the iron fence, and the voice of Little Fang was trembling: "This mountain... no... it belongs to his family..."

Wei Lingsu translated his words into French, and Matthew handed over the car keys to the people who came up to meet him. After he understood it, he laughed and said, "You are right legally, but I think even the squirrels on the mountain disagree with this mountain. It's mine. Come in, boys!"

After entering the fence, they walked for at least ten minutes before crossing the garden.

The house looks bigger from a closer look, it is said to be a log cabin, but it looks like an old manor.

The interior decoration is also very retro, full of abstract paintings and classical sculptures, and the artistic atmosphere is quite strong.

They were assigned a bedroom each, but only Ye Cike's was on the top floor.

When Ali Jie handed over the key, she also emphasized: "It's still where you usually live."

Ye Cike still comes here often?

Hearing what she said, everyone became even more curious about the relationship between Ye Cike and them.

After receiving the keys, a group of people went to put the luggage together.After parting from Alijie and the others, Little Fang burst into laughter, marveling at how delicate and elegant this place is, and even the stairs are more western than him.

Qiao Zhihuan asked curiously, "Ms. Ye, how did you know them?"

The profiteer also stopped when he heard the words: "Yeah, this place is so far away, it doesn't look like it has contacts with the outside world."

"I forgot to introduce." Ye Cike suddenly realized, "A Li Jie is my own grandmother. This is the home where I grew up when I was young."

Everyone: "??"

When Ye Cike brought them here, everyone had doubts about their relationship.

But Ali Jie and Matthew both look like locals, and they don't look like Teacher Ye, and Teacher Ye's surname is Ye. How did they become a family?

"No embarrassment." The profiteer asked, "Miss Ye, are you adopted?"

Ye Cike: "..."

After everyone settled down, they reunited in the living room, and the truth came to light.

Outside the window is the distant and cold snow-capped mountains, and the window sills have been covered with cold frost, but the interior is warm and harmonious, and the smokeless fireplace is burning vigorously.

There is a family portrait on the fireplace, Matthew and Alijie are sitting, behind them are a woman with long black hair and a young man with tall eyebrows and dark eyes, and the young Ye Cike is standing in the center of the photo, looking sweetly at the camera smiling.

On the whole, Ye Cike looks more like his mother, reserved and cold, but the deep outline, eyebrows, and romantic curly hair all come from his father.

If you don't look at the family portrait and jump directly to the seniority, it is indeed difficult to imagine that this is a family.

"Lori is the most talented painter I've ever seen." Alijie stood behind them at some point, "It's a pity that God likes him so much that he called him back at a young age."

Qiao Zhihuan was slightly taken aback, and then realized that the Lori she was talking about was probably Ye Cike's father.He remembered hearing from Wei Ling that Ye Cike was raised by his mother alone... No wonder there are only two old people in this family.

A Lijie turned around and went to the kitchen alone. Qiao Zhihuan was afraid that she would be sad if she was left alone, so she hurriedly followed: "A Lijie, what are you having for dinner? Do you need my help?"

A Lijie turned her back on him, as if she sniffed her nose. She turned her head, her eyes were a little wet, but she had a smile on her face, and she nodded Qiao Zhihuan's nose: "Do you want to come over and make trouble, Chouquette. Go play, there is someone in the kitchen." I'll do."

"I won't steal food, Ali Jie." Qiao Zhi laughed and communicated with her in French, "I'm more obedient than Little Puff."

Qiao Zhihuan did not steal the food. Under the guidance of Auntie and Alijie, the helper did a good job, at least better than Mr. Ye who stole the chicken legs.

Vegetable goulash was simmering in the enamel pot, and creamy mushroom soup was warming on the other stove. With a ding, the baked brussels in the oven was ready. When the oven door was opened, the whole kitchen was filled with a sweet and warm atmosphere.

Fearing that he would be scalded, Ariejie took out the baked cloth buds with thermal gloves, and taught him to sprinkle powdered sugar on the surface, and then spray out beautiful caramel with a styrofoam.

After demonstrating one, Alijie enthusiastically handed over the musket.

Qiao Zhihuan opened fire clumsily, and the surface of Bu Lei was charred black by him, and Alijie was still applauding him, saying "C'estgénial!" (Great)".

"How did it bake like this?"

His shoulder suddenly felt some warm touch, Ye Cike came at some time, touched his shoulder, and held the musket in his hand.

There were other people in the kitchen, this action was simply too bold, Qiao Zhihuan was startled, and turned her head immediately.

Fortunately, A Lijie didn't notice their side. Qiao Zhihuan was afraid that people would find out, so she hurriedly tried to withdraw her hand, but her right hand was wrapped even tighter.

He elbowed and coughed lightly, Ye Cike didn't seem to understand what he meant, his hands covered his right hand, his eyebrows drooped, the blue flames sprayed evenly, and the icing sugar was gradually baked into a sweet sugar color.

The caramel was baked so frighteningly that Qiao Zhihuan's heart was beating wildly, for fear that A Li Jie would find something strange when she turned around.

At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder, how did Ye Cike introduce him to Alijie?

Is someone special?friend?

Or... an ordinary teammate like everyone else?

He was thinking wildly when he heard Ye Cike whisper in his ear, "Are you happy to come here? Don't you feel restricted?"

"No." Qiao Zhihuan replied softly.

"That's good." Ye Cike whispered softly, "You can relax and treat yourself as your own home." Qiao Zhihuan glanced at him in surprise, Ye Cike focused on the dessert in front of him, as if he just said something casually Insignificant words.

At eight o'clock, seven red wine glasses were touched together, and the welcome dinner officially started.

The island has long had clear soup and little water, and this meal was both beef and thick soup, which made everyone very satisfied.

Even better, there is dessert after the meal!

When the baked brulee came, little Fangs' eyes were popping out.

After dinner, everyone gathers together to listen to Alijie talk about Ye Cike's childhood, why sleep is afraid of the dark, you must hug the little doll to sleep; and the first time I saw a large Transformer, I was so scared that I ran away crying Going home; and too greedy, once tried to taste red pigment, and cried because it didn't taste like chili...

Everyone was so teased that they leaned forward and backward, which can be called the scene of Teacher Ye's large-scale social death.

In order to leave the last bit of dignity for himself, Ye Cike hurriedly sent Ali Jie and the others back to rest.

Ye Cike sent Ali Jie back to the bedroom, and when he came back, Little Fang was already sleeping on his back on the single sofa, the profiteer was sitting on the bay window playing the guitar, Wei Lingsu was sitting beside him, and Qiao Zhihuan Hold the blanket together and listen to the two of them singing quietly.

Ye Cike didn't disturb this scene, but sat down quietly next to Qiao Zhihuan.

"Aday

Take away have nothing to say..."

The profiteer sang a selection from Wei Lingsu's early stage. At that time, this song was sung by Wei Lingsu with a sense of coldness and alienation, but after his warm and deep voice interpretation, it was sung with a warm and pyrotechnic atmosphere.

There seemed to be some snow particles floating outside the window, but it made the house even warmer.

Qiao Zhihuan nestled on the sofa, one side of her body was warmed by the fireplace.

In the past, he was always very busy, so busy that he didn't even have time to take care of his own life.

When I got home, the house was deserted, and sometimes the mess from before I went out last time was still there. The refrigerator was empty, not to mention people, and there was not even a panting animal in the house.

Sometimes, staring at the messy and cold home, he would also think, is this the life he wants?

Although this is not his home, it inexplicably fits all his longings for home.

Warm and peaceful, it seems that a small enchantment has been propped up in the cold world. No matter what happens outside, you can recover your strength and be full of hope here.

For a moment, he was really glad that Ye Cike brought him here.

After singing a song, Qiao Zhihuan applauded sincerely: "Profit merchant, you sing really well, you should sing it for the whole world to hear."

The profiteers also boasted to each other: "Huanhuan, you dance really well, you should let the whole world appreciate your light."

Qiao Zhi laughed and scolded him: "I'm serious."

He explained: "I was thinking, even if Dacheng makes things difficult, it's okay. Dacheng has power, but he can't deprive everyone of the right to sing freely. Besides, you sing so well, everyone should hear you the sound of."

The profiteer was holding the guitar, and it was rare that he didn't have a hippie smile. Instead, he looked at Qiao Zhihuan very cautiously: "In the past, I always felt that under the pressure of life, many people did not have the right to enjoy themselves. After meeting you, I have changed a bit."

"I'm actually very happy during this time with you. You make me feel that being targeted, made things difficult, and misunderstood and hurt, I can still have dreams and keep fighting. I can also be optimistic when I am in prison and everything is like washing. Yes. It makes me feel that there is actually no such clear boundary between suffering, hardship, and happiness.”

Qiao Zhihuan opened her jaw softly, she looked like she was smiling, but suddenly lowered her head, avoiding the profiteer's sight.

Among all the people present, only Ye Cike understood that Qiao Zhihuan had broken his hip bone and suffered from progressive neurological disease. Every movement has to fight against neuropathic phantom pain.

It was a pain that even the strongest sedation could not suppress.

Fortunately, fortunately, all this did not completely overwhelm him. Fortunately, he came here to rekindle the fire of life.

Ye Cike touched Qiao Zhihuan's slender wrist soothingly, but at the same time, he touched some moist touch, like a drop of tear.

The fire in the house is fluffy, and the words of the profiteer are very light, but the weight is heavy: "Life is not fair, more unequal, and sometimes it will make things worse, but happiness is equal, and dreams are also free. Before, I was secretly hiding Writing songs, as if this is a shameful thing. Now I figured it out. I just want to write songs, I want to sing, and I want to encourage people I know, I don’t know, and more people.”

"Just like you're doing now."

"Qiao Zhihuan." The profiteer paused hesitantly, "I don't know if I have the qualifications to say this to you. In fact, this is not just my idea. We have communicated on the way. Me, Bairan, and Wei Ling , and Teacher Ye, we all think so. You..."

He took a deep breath, as if to encourage himself: "Would you like to stay and form a group with a few of us?"

"Not signed to anyone, I mean, just us."

Qiao Zhihuan lowered her head and said nothing.

The profiteer thought he was unwilling, and said in a panic: "It's okay for Big Orange to make things difficult for us. You can sign to an official company if you want. We still have Rêver and Teacher Ye's theater. It doesn't even matter if no company wants to sign us. We can do it." Gather a group of people, wander around the world, sing in any city you want to sing, it’s really not possible, Teacher Ye and I can also arrange music, we will publish it directly on the Internet—”

Qiao Zhihuan replied in a low voice, the voice was too low for the profiteer to hear clearly: "What?"

"I'll say." Qiao Zhi raised her head with a smile and turned her hands into a trumpet, "I am willing!"

Ye Cike deliberately pretended not to hear clearly: "What do you want? Say it again."

Qiao Zhi was annoyed, and shouted into his ear: "I said I would, little puff!!"