Section 2           I suffered from a cold in that corner

When we walked into the cafe and found a seat to sit down, the music we just listened to had passed.

Jiang Sijia ordered the famous ham, cheese toast as I said, and I ordered a cup of coffee shop. After ordering the items and the waiter was about to leave, I called him and asked him in English: "Can you tell me what the song was called just now?"

I am the waiter who should be able to understand English, but I really can't understand his French-style English. After talking about it for a while, I still couldn't understand what he meant. In the end, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he pointed to an old French man on the counter who looked like he was about to fall asleep and said, "You go find him."

God bless me, I didn't understand the previous sentence of this lovely French waiter, but I understood this sentence. So I quickly thanked him, then stood up and asked the old Frenchman in English, "Hello, can you tell me who sang the song you just now?"

After I said it, the old Frenchman still looked dull, and it seemed that he had a little confused after taking a nap. It was so terrible, why was this Frenchman as lazy as an Italian? So I reached out and tapped on the counter. This time, the old Frenchman seemed to be scared and suddenly shuddered. After looking around for a while, he asked me in French: "Hello, sir, is there anything you can serve you?"

I can still understand this simple French, so I asked, "Can you please speak English? My French is very bad."

The old Frenchman nodded and replied, "Yes, although I don't like the Eagle-Nose Tyrant who always thinks he is arrogant."

Speaking of this, he added, "A young man as smart as you should learn French, French is the best language in the world."

When I heard the French bragging, what else can I do besides smiling sincerely?

After laughing for a while, I got back to the topic, "Sir, I would like to ask, what is the name of the song you just played?"

When the old Frenchman heard me ask this, he immediately looked like he found a soulmate on his face, "What, young man, do you like this song too?"

I smiled and nodded, "Yes, I like this song very much, so I want to know its name. Because I really want to buy this record back so that I can do it after I return home."

The old man smiled proudly and said, "This record is not available in Paris, I have one in the whole of Paris."

"Oh? Then, where can I buy this record outside of Paris?" I asked again.

"Young man, where are you from? Chinese? Izumo? Or Korean?" asked the old man.

I replied, "I am from Chinese."

The old man smiled and nodded, "Oh, that's convenient. This record is from your Chinese."

"We are from China?" I frowned slightly, "Can you please show me your record?"

The old Frenchman looked at me, frowned and thought about it seriously for a while, and nodded and said, "Okay, for the sake of your love for this record, I'll let you see it."

The old man said, walking to the side. After a while, I saw him bringing a record cover. This was a very uniquely designed envelope. The cover was painted with a watercolor painting, and the bottom was a thin fence and a piece of white. Above was a small umbrella floating on the vast sea. The name on the cover was written as "Only talk about love, not love".

My eyes looked down from the previous songs of this CD. When I saw the ninth song "I suffered from colds in that corner", I suddenly felt extremely sure that this song was the song just now.

I then asked the old man, "Is the ninth song you just played?"

The old man asked back, "I almost fell asleep just now, so I don't know which song you are talking about."

So I sang as I said in the song just now: "darling, darling, darling..."

After I sang three times, the old man immediately nodded and said, "Yes, yes, that's the ninth song."

"Can you please help me play that song?" I asked.

The old man nodded and said, "Of course it's no problem, that's my favorite song."

The old man said, walked over and tuned the music back to the song, and the gorgeous cafe was filled with the clean and sad female voices before I came in, "dar-ling, dar-ling, dar-ling..."

But, unfortunately, this song is very short, only more than a minute. When I was intoxicated, the song ended. So I asked the old man a little embarrassedly: "I know it's impolite for me to ask for this, but, can you please help me play this song again?"

The old man glanced at the strange guest around him and said to me: "For the last time, if you come again, the guest should think that my record machine was broken."

After the old man finished speaking, he went to play it again with a smile.

After listening to it twice, I took a deep breath and asked the old man: "Where did you buy this record in China?"

The old man shook his head and said, "I didn't buy this, it was given to me by a Chinese customer."

"Chinese guest?" I frowned slightly, "What kind of Chinese guest is it?"

When the old man heard me ask this, he immediately showed a look of both ecstasy and amazement, "That's a real beauty."

I originally wanted to ask what the old man and the girl looked like. But then I thought, just like when we see black people all look the same, white people probably look the same as we yellow people, and it would be useless to ask.

Just as I was thinking this, my hands unconsciously opened the envelope. I thought I had torn it off and was shocked. At this time, the old French man quickly comforted him: "It's okay, when the Chinese guest gave me this, the envelope was like this."

Speaking of this, the old Frenchman pointed at the envelope, "By the way, that Chinese guest also wrote some words in this envelope. I have always wanted to know what it is, but I don't understand Chinese. If you are Chinese, can you please translate it for me?"

"Of course it's okay." I said, lowering my head to look at the blue Chinese characters written in the envelope.

When I saw the first word, I was stunned for a moment, as if I was thrown into a completely silent space. I could no longer hear any sound except the monotonous pronunciation of "dar-ling". Because when I saw the first word, I knew who the Chinese guest who gave this old Frenchman this CD was. And I knew very well why she liked this song.

After I stood there for a while, the old French man couldn't wait to urge, "Young man, can you please help me translate it?"

I raised my eyebrows and looked at him, nodded, and began to translate the passage written by the man in English—

Anyone who has been in love understands that the one you love the most will never get.

Gains and losses are of course happy; gains and losses are lost again, and gains and losses are worried about gains and losses, and Chad still loses, which makes it even more sad!

Those who have been in love understand that the eternal and fairy tale-like eternity belongs to fairy tales, belongs to reality, is rare, so it is precious, so it is fairy tales! Love in reality, the favorite ones, is always unavailable...

When I translated the last word, the tears that had been holding in my eyes finally couldn't help but drip on the counter.

"What kind of plane are you doing? Why are you crying so easily recently?" When I realized that I was crying in a public place, I felt very embarrassed, so I wiped away my tears and then cursed in a low voice. However, my tears did not stop because of this, but instead wiped more and more. So Jiang Sijia, who had been sitting in her seat and focusing on eating ham, cheese, toast, also ran over.

Jiang Sijia was puzzled and said, "Brother Xiao Qi, what's wrong with you?"

The old French man also asked in panic: "Young man, what's wrong with you?"

After I cried impulsively for a few dozen seconds, I took a deep breath, held my tears in my eyes, then swallowed my saliva, looked up and asked the old Frenchman, "Can you tell me about the situation of the girl coming to this cafe?"

The French nodded in a hurry, then pointed to a seat in a corner and said, "That Chinese girl came here about three months ago. The girl was very tall and her skin was surprisingly delicate. She looked like a typical oriental beauty, but she seemed to be a bit sad. She was carrying a briefcase and wearing a work suit. She sat in the corner first and ordered a cup of coffee, and worked in a notebook for a while. After work, she put away the notebook and sat in the seat.

After sitting for a while, she came over and asked me if I could help me play the ninth song on this disc? I saw that she was very beautiful, so I agreed to her request. Now, it is the song you listen to. Almost exactly like you, after she listened to it, she asked me if she could help her play it again. Because I liked this song very much, I agreed to her request and played it again. After the second time, she gave me the record and left."

After hearing the French old man’s introduction, I turned my face and looked at the seat he was pointing to. After looking at it for a while, I couldn’t help but sigh, “Yiyi, you silly girl.”

When I said this, I immediately picked up my phone and wanted to find someone to check Huang Xuanyi's number. But when I picked up my phone and was about to dial out the number, I stopped again.

I held my phone hard in the air. When I was almost crushing it, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and then placed the phone on the counter. Then, I let out a long breath.

At this time, the old man said again: "When this Chinese girl gave this record, I asked her if she had broken up. She replied, "No, but she was not together." So I asked her again, why not be together? She replied, "Life is impossible..."

Before the old man finished speaking, I continued: "Always do only things that make ourselves happy, and we have to take care of more people."

After the old man heard me finish what he wanted to say, his eyes widened. After a while, he walked aside and took out the record, put it in the CD envelope, and said to me: "I think this record should be given to you, right?"

I nodded to the old man, said thank you, and then walked away from the Huaji Cafe with a CD envelope. After Jiang Sijia paid the order, he quickly chased him out.

We both gradually walked for a long time. After seeing my expression calmed slightly, Jiang Sijia asked curiously: "Brother Xiao Qi, what's wrong with you just now? Why did you suddenly cry?"

I shook my head slowly and said, "When you find a relationship that belongs to you in the future, you will know."

Jiang Sijia blinked and asked, "Brother Xiao Qi, what does it feel like to have his own feelings? Is it fun?"

I turned my face and looked at Jiang Sijia. After a long time, I breathed a sigh of relief, and said to her with a faint smile: "The relationship is not fun."
Chapter completed!