[Comprehensive]Dear Lester

"Whether it's true or not, Mr. Lecter will find a way to solve it."

Hannibal?It does sound like a very powerful person, but in my opinion, he is a child after all.And no matter how powerful he is, he is just a mortal.How do mortals fight against death?I thought for a moment, and asked Lester: "Actually, I hate Misha, how do you think she is with us?"

"It's a good idea. It's just that I don't think Hannibal will agree to let his favorite Misha lose his light and sense of taste." Lester put his arms around my shoulders, "Honey, not every blood race has you and me like that luck."

Yes, Lester was right.Not to mention, now Misha is still a child.

I never mentioned this matter again, but after sending the Lecter siblings back to France, I settled down with Leicester in France.

Hannibal's uncle was called Robert, and his eyebrows were somewhat similar to the Marquess of Lecter.His wife, Mrs. Purple, is Japanese.Like Lester and I said.Hearing the sad news of Marquis Lecter's family, both of them sympathized with the Hannibal brothers and sisters very much.After Lester and I sent people to Robert's Vigo Manor, we did not accept their warm invitation.Although I knew that Mrs. Murasaki was also a victim of war, I still couldn't treat her calmly-a woman whose ancestors were Japanese samurai.In any case, the Roberts had no children, and according to Hannibal's memories of his previous life, they would not treat these two children badly.Therefore, I can also leave with peace of mind.

After we sold our little cottage in Paris, we wrote to Hannibal to remind him to keep in touch with us.In my heart, I couldn't bear Misha's accident.Paris after the war was shrouded in a gloomy cloud, but my life with Lester seemed to have no change. I even opened a Chinese restaurant in the center of Paris with Lester’s funding. At that time, there were already many people in Paris. With fewer Chinese immigrants, many of whom have chosen the restaurant industry, it was easy for me to hire staff.

Familiar Chinese food always reminds me of my parents. Sometimes I also think that my father will work in a Chinese restaurant in Paris decades later, and his figure may be the same as the cook I hired.It is worth mentioning that Zhang Chen, a young chef, is also from Cantonese. After learning that I am also from Cantonese, he often communicates with me in Cantonese.This made my heart ripple, and the familiar accent made me feel warm in a foreign country.Of course, for him, it probably is.

Because Lester is always going to parties and chasing everything interesting.I have more time to spend in restaurants.At that time, Paris was also quite chaotic. At the end of 1947, we encountered a theft. If Zhang Chen did not go home that day, the loss of the restaurant would be immeasurable.I'm not afraid of the loss of things outside of me, but seeing Zhang Chen being stabbed by the gangsters, I feel lingering fear.I went to see him every day while he was in the hospital and bought a house next door to the restaurant.

On the day Zhang Chen was discharged from the hospital, I still asked why he was still in the restaurant that day.The tall, sunny boy blushed and said falteringly: "I couldn't renew the rent, so I was evicted. I had no other choice, so I lived in the restaurant without authorization... Ma'am, I'm sorry. I will find a house as soon as possible of."

I glared at the person in the passenger seat and said, "We're all Chinese. We should help each other, let alone abroad. Why didn't you tell me when something like this happened? Forget it, this time." If it wasn't for you, I would have lost a lot, so don't apologize to me. You don't have to go out to look for a house, I bought the house next to the restaurant, and you just live in it. "

"Then thank you lady boss, I will pay you according to the outside rent!"

"Come on, you don't live alone. Yanzi, the old man in the kitchen, and me all live in it. Don't worry, the house is big enough to live in."

Zhang Chen didn't know what to think, and asked after a long time: "Miss Boss, are you living with us too?"

"That's right. It's easier to take care of her if you live closer." I thought for a while, and then said, "Zhang Chen, you're not too young anymore, don't think about going to the casino all day long. If this continues, which girl would dare to marry you?"

Zhang Chen is good at everything, but likes to gamble.I know that working abroad is really boring, and it is not incomprehensible that gambling has become a pastime for these men.So, I saw it before, but I never said Zhang Chen.On the contrary, Yanzi, the waiter in the restaurant, is always talking about it, trying to persuade her.But this time Zhang Chen even paid for the rent, I think as his wife, I still need to mention something.

Zhang Chen's face turned even redder. When the car stopped at a red light, he suddenly asked me, "Su...Su...Ma'am, will you look down on me?"

Hearing his awkward address, I couldn't help laughing, but Zhang Chen was in a hurry, as if I had ridiculed him.I quickly straightened my face and said to him: "No one will make mistakes, just correct them if you make mistakes. As long as you behave uprightly, no one will look down on you. Besides, is other people's eyes so important?"

"important!"

I saw him like a stubborn donkey, shrugged his shoulders, and said: "You are fine with everything. If you get rid of the habit of gambling, you will be perfect! Mr. Zhang! After all, you can call me the same as Yanzi and the others. I don't care about the boss." Call me old."

"Swallow and the others call you Sister Su, how can I follow suit? You look like you're only 19 years old..."

Hmm... I like this compliment!I smiled and said to him: "Then you can call me by my name from now on!"

"Su...Su Mo." Zhang Chen tried to call out, and then said, "Well...you move to a new house, will the gentleman in your family agree?"

"what?"

"The Frenchman who always comes to pick you up when the door opens. Is he your husband?"

Yes, when the restaurant first opened, Lester would pick me up and drop me off every day, but he recently fell in love with a French girl who was doing music, let alone pick me up, even home.Speaking of which, I should be happier moving to a new home - a new home I bought with my own money and living with everyone.

"careful!"

I didn't pay attention and almost hit the car in front of me.Amid the sound of horns, I said softly, "No, he is not my husband. We are just ordinary friends."

"...He bullied you? That ghost dares to bully our lady boss?!"

"...He didn't bully me!" I smiled and shook my head, "Who dares to bully me?"

Zhang Chen glanced at me sullenly, not knowing what to mutter.After returning, the people I invited to install the network had just arrived, and the swallows were entertaining them.Seeing Zhang Chen and I coming back, he jumped up to us and said, "Sister Su, you've worked hard! Hey, Chengzi, are you okay?!"

Zhang Chen squeezed his fist, showing the muscles on his arm, and said to us, "It's okay! You're strong!"

"Just show off! I made chicken soup for you, drink it while it's hot!" After speaking, Yanzi added, "Sister Su ordered it!"

I watched them fight and listened to the mixed Chinese and French voices around me, but I didn't feel much at ease.

On the third day of my new home, Lester came.Appeared quietly in my room.I was taken aback, stared at him and said, "Why does our partyboy come to the humble house when he is free?"

Lester sat on the single sofa with his limbs spread out, his eyes were dim and unclear: "You moved out without saying hello to me?"

"You've been busy recently, and of course I've been too. I wanted to find a chance to tell you. Now that you're here, it's even better."

"Are you really planning to keep this restaurant open?"

"...Is there any problem?" I smiled slightly, "Lester, I am a person who longs for stability. After meeting my parents, I will go back to China. Maybe open a restaurant."

"come over."

I ignored him and went to get a dry towel to dry my hair.Lester suddenly darkened: "Damn it, are you angry with me?"

"...Mr. de Leoncourt, obviously you are yelling at me, okay?" I couldn't laugh or cry, and my heart became more depressed.Lester looked at me fixedly: "Okay, I apologize. Then tell me why you are angry with me."

"I'm really not mad."

Lester frowned, stood up and walked towards me, cornering me, then lifted my chin, trying to kiss me.I was a little unhappy, so I simply tilted my head: "I have to go to work tomorrow, and I want to sleep."

Hearing what I said, he just came to tear my nightgown. I was feeling depressed, and I slapped his hand away: "Lester, I said, I want to sleep! You go back."

"Damn it! I really hate the way you look!" Lester punched the wall and began to rip my clothes against my will.I don’t know why, but when I think of that temperamental and beautiful French girl, when I think of her standing with Leicester, I feel depressed for a while, and I start to struggle... I don’t know if it’s because the movements are too big , alarmed Zhang Chen and the others downstairs.When Lester let go of me, I saw Zhang Chen holding an iron rod... If I heard correctly, it was the sound of the iron rod hitting Lester's head just now...

Lester was furious, I quickly stood in front of Zhang Chen, and yelled at Lester...

Yes, I am afraid that he will hurt Zhang Chen and anyone in this room.I'm afraid that he will show his true nature, so I can't continue to open this restaurant...

And Lester's eyes were cold, he sneered a few times, and then showed his icy fangs: "Dear little gray rabbit, I'll let you come here."