I am a literary giant in Europe

Chapter 64: Conversation with Mela (Please collect, read and recommend)
After chatting with Jimmy and others for a while, Liu Jin said goodbye and left.

He entered the engine room.

There weren't many people in the computer room on Sunday.

Liu Jin saw Dadong.

He sat in the corner and waved to Liu Jin.

Liu Jin walked over, sat down next to Dadong, and turned on the phone.

"Why are you free to come to school today?"

"Xiao Jin, it's almost Spring Festival!"

Liu Jin's hand trembled, then returned to normal and inserted the floppy disk.

"homesick?"

"Yeah, I miss my daughter."

"If you want, go back and take a look. Come back after the Spring Festival. You already have a residence permit, right?"

"Well, I'm thinking about it."

"What's there to think about? You're not counting on getting a diploma anyway.

You're currently on leave from school, and the language school doesn't care about you at all, so there's no need for you to worry about it."

"That's right!"

Dadong watched Liu Jin operate the computer skillfully and suddenly sighed.

"Xiao Jin, you really have changed."

"Why is it different?"

"Haha, I can't explain it clearly... But you're right. I've already dropped out of school. Why think so much... I'll go find Ma Jie."

"What do you want to see Ma Jie for?"

"Let him take me to buy the plane ticket. By the way, is there anything you need to bring back? Or is there anything you need me to bring back from China?"

"Please bring me a set of Selected Works of Mao Zedong."

"what?"

"I need Chairman Mao to give me strength, otherwise I will be lost."

Dadong looked at Liu Jin as if he was a lunatic.

After a while, he smiled.

"Okay, then I'll bring you a set of wool selections."

He couldn't figure out what Liu Jin was thinking.

However, writers are sometimes mysterious and ordinary people cannot understand their thoughts.

He got up and left.

Liu Jin didn't stay in the computer room for too long.

He sent "The Snows of Everest" to Mela's mailbox, and then printed out the manuscript using the printer in the computer room.

Put away the floppy disk and shut down the computer.

He left the school with the bound manuscript and strolled to the Delfina Cafe.

There are quite a few people in the coffee shop today.

But it seems that they are all elderly.

Sylvie was still sitting in a corner of the green shed, smiling, listening to a group of old guys drinking coffee and talking.

She was a little surprised to see Liu Jin.

"Liu, are you well?"

"You also know that I'm sick?"

"Haha, Old Joe mentioned it when he came over the day before yesterday."

"I have a manuscript and would like to ask for your advice."

"Really? What manuscript?"

“A short story I wrote when I was sick…By the way, I gave the number you gave me last time to Mela.

She said she would contact me personally and didn’t want me to be distracted by these things.”

"Meera is a smart kid, it's okay, I get it!"

Sylvie smiled and asked Liu Jin to sit down. "Would you like something to drink?"

"To be honest, I don't know much about coffee."

Sylvie's smile widened. "How about a Colombian Gypsy?"

"Let me try."

I learned from Old Joe that after retirement, Sylvie devoted herself to exploring the essence of coffee.

She has always believed that coffee was introduced to Europe along with the wandering gypsies.

true and false?
Liu Jin didn't know either.

Joe said that Sylvie likes to try to balance the aroma of coffee by using coffee beans from Central America and various spices.

Some are outstanding.

But some are very strange.

Anyway, Old Joe must have fallen into many traps.

Sylvie put the manuscript on the table and walked into the coffee shop.

Several old men glanced at Liu Jin, but didn't care and continued arguing.

They were discussing French literature.

Starting from Alexandre Dumas père and Alexandre Dumas fils, to Stendhal, Maupassant and Romain Rolland.

Everyone talked incessantly, with saliva flying everywhere.

But when talking about contemporary French literature, these people show disdain.

According to them, contemporary French literature is dead, and most of the best-sellers on the market are just sloppy writing...

For example, last year’s best-selling book was Emmanuelle’s “Satan Opposite.”

"Seeking novelty, strong sensory perception, and strong stimulation are common problems in contemporary literary works.

Many people, influenced by Americans, only care about how to attract readers' attention, but no one is willing to calm down and discover and explore the beautiful things in human nature. In my opinion, "Satan Across the Street" is not as good as "Amelie."

Ok?
Have these old gentlemen read my books?

"Come on, Luc, you and I both know that book is just a love story disguised as loneliness." "Have you read it?"

“I haven’t seen it, but I’ve seen a lot of people comment on it.”

"You haven't seen it, so what right do you have to draw conclusions? I've seen it... and I was very moved."

"That's your downfall!"

Liu Jin sat next to him and lit a cigarette.

He is very happy!
Is there anything more interesting in the world than watching a group of old gentlemen arguing over their works?

After a while, Sylvie came out with coffee and snacks.

"Cinnamon?"

Liu Jin sniffed and immediately smelled the spices mixed in the coffee.

It's weird, but not objectionable.

“Coffee beans from Colombia in Central America are blended with Sri Lankan cinnamon to create a perfect balance.

It’s my favorite flavor, you can try it.”

I have tried Sri Lankan black tea.

But Sri Lankan cinnamon with coffee…

Liu Jin was a little interested!

"Sylvie, are you promoting your cinnamon coffee again?"

"Shut up, Theo. You don't understand the beauty of balance."

Sylvie was not polite at all to those old guys.

Theo is the old man who just said that "Amelie" is shallow.

Liu Jin glanced at him and took a sip.

The taste of cinnamon is a bit strong, but it is balanced by the aroma of Colombian coffee beans, which are unique to Central America, and has a unique charm.

Sylvie sat at the round table and picked up Liu Jin's manuscript.

She was wearing a pair of reading glasses and her expression was relaxed at first.

But gradually, she became serious.

She read slower and slower. After reading half of it, she turned back to the first page and read it carefully again.

It took her more than an hour to read the 14,000 words.

"Did you write this?"

"Ok?"

“Why write this story?”

“I was sick two days ago with a fever, and I was lying in bed with all sorts of thoughts.

I dreamed that I was flying over the top of Mount Everest and saw a corpse carved from ice...

I don’t know why I had this dream.

Anyway, after I woke up, I had an urge to write this story.

That’s it…”

"So, this isn't the book Old Joe mentioned before?"

"of course not."

Sylvie took off her reading glasses and put the printout down.

She sat there, staring blankly at the alley entrance.

Suddenly, she smiled.

"Give me Meera's number."

"what?"

"I have something to say to her... By the way, can you let me take a look at that book that Old Joe mentioned when you have time?"

"of course can."

"Leave this manuscript here. I want to read it several times."

"This was originally meant for you."

"In that case, please sign your name on it."

Liu Jin took the pen, thought for a while, and wrote on the manuscript: After a serious illness, I have a strong urge to create.

After finishing writing, I had a strong urge to find someone to share it with.

So I came to Café Delfina and found the beautiful Ms. Delfina, who would definitely understand everything I wanted to express.

Signed: Amos Liu Jin
"Mrs. Sylvie, I'll go back first."

"Go, and strive to create a better story. Don't let down the talent Hermes has given you."

Sylvie said with a smile.

Liu Jin picked up his bag and said goodbye.

"Sylvie, who is that young man? You seem to think very highly of him."

Sylvie glanced at Theo and smiled, "A writer favored by Hermes, a writer with extraordinary creative ability... Haha, a writer who you just called shallow, but who impressed me with his talent."

Theo was a little confused.

He glanced at Luc who was sitting across from him and asked, "Who did I just scold?"

"You cursed the author of 'Amelie'... Ah, I remember now... No wonder that young man looked familiar to me just now. He's the author of 'Amelie', and his photo was once published in the newspaper."

"I……"

Theo's face suddenly turned red.

At this time, Sylvie took out her cell phone.

She put on her reading glasses, squinted her eyes and looked through the pages for a long time before dialing a number.

"Pierre, my name is Sylvie.

Haha, I'm fine... No, I'm not planning on going back. Toulouse is nice, and I'm used to the laid-back atmosphere here. I'm calling you to recommend a writer. He just showed me a new piece of his work, and it was amazing.

If you want to read, you can follow him.

I believe that it won’t be long before he will shock the whole world!”

……

(End of this chapter)