The husband and wife of a wealthy school

While waiting for the plane, he heard two people traveling abroad discussing the exchange rate between the euro and RMB, and Zhao Yan realized this problem. He only had RMB on him.

Ask the airport staff for the location of the nearest bank, and see that there is still time to board the plane, so Zhao Yan goes to the bank to exchange some euros, at least he won't even be able to get a car in the past.

Back at the waiting area, there was still some time before boarding, and the phone had to be turned off after the plane took off. Taking advantage of this time, Zhao Yan thought about getting some address information from Yan Cheng. After thinking about it, he sent A message passed: Yan Cheng, what is the name of the hospital where your grandmother is hospitalized?

After more than ten minutes, Yan Cheng replied: Why do you ask this suddenly?

Zhao Yan: I was reading in the library, and I accidentally pulled out a copy of "Numerology", and flipped through it casually. It seems that based on a related name, many things can be inferred, such as fate.

Yan Cheng was a little confused: Are you superstitious?

Zhao Yan: Superstitious beliefs, I would rather believe in its existence than in its non-existence. I am not superstitious, so I just test it casually.What is the name of that hospital?

Yan Cheng still doesn't understand: Isn't superstition a historical product of our country's traditional culture? Are you sure the French name is also acceptable?No, whose fate are you trying to test?

Zhao Yan played tricks: It is because it is a historical product of our country's traditional culture that we use a foreign name. Of course, it is to test the fate of our relationship.

Yan Cheng sent a string of French texts, and then he did not forget to say: Then you have to tell me the calculation results.

Zhao Yan: Good.

For an address, I made a circle of numerology.

The voyage lasted 12 hours and departed from T city at 11:[-] in the morning. In this season, the time difference between China and France was six hours, and when we arrived in Provence, it was [-]:[-] pm local time.

It was raining lightly outside, surrounded by French people with white skin, high nose bridge, light blue or light brown eyes, and a language they could not understand at all.

However, Zhao Yan felt that this place was not so strange, the air was so fresh that it was refreshing, standing outside the airport, it seemed as if he could smell the scent of lavender and the unique refreshing scent of Yan Cheng.

Looking back, there was a man and woman who had been reunited for a long time, kissing like no one else, French tongue. Kiss, he just glanced at it, as if he could hear the sound of sticky water.

There was a convenience store in the airport, Zhao Yan went in and bought an umbrella, opened it, and went out.

It wasn't raining heavily, and everything was wet as far as the eye could see, and his shoes were on the wet leaves that had fallen from the olive trees beside the road.

The olive trees beside the road were bathed in the rain, and the leaves were washed by the rain, showing a clear dark green, and the rainy sky was blue.

Zhao Yan stopped a taxi, took out his mobile phone, and pressed the name of the hospital sent to him by Kai Yancheng to show the driver, "Please take metothisspce. (Please take me to this place.)"

The driver is a middle-aged man with light green eyes and a big beer belly. I don't know if he understands Zhao Yan's English, but seeing the address, every taxi driver knows that the passenger is going to this place.

"Ok." He said in not very standard English.

Zhao Yan thought again, what if the hospital is far away from here? Provence seems to be a big area, and he only had that little money in his pocket. He asked again: "How longit will take? (How long will it take?)"

The driver said in English with a strong accent: "one hour."

Zhao Yan listened to it and knew that it meant one hour, so it shouldn't be far away.

Looking out through the car window, there are many ancient buildings with domes and eyes full of green. His first impression here is that it is old and leisurely, perhaps because of the rain.It is not like France in other people's population, romantic and fashionable, maybe this is what makes Provence different from Paris.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the hospital, and Zhao Yan got off to pay.

The predecessor of this hospital is probably a church, because the architectural style is too similar to the church seen on TV.

A bust of Hippocrates stands in front of the main entrance of the hospital, and the Hippocratic oath is engraved on the stone below.

The oath was engraved in French. Although he didn't know it, Zhao Yan knew that it was the Hippocratic Oath.

Because it is also available in the medical school of T University, engraved in Chinese and English, every student who studies western medicine clinically, there will be no one who does not know the Hippocratic Oath.

Zhao Yan called Yan Cheng, his heart was pounding, imagining Yan Cheng's surprised expression when he suddenly saw him.

But... the mobile phone can't get through, and his mobile phone has not activated the international roaming service.

Zhao Yan was stunned for a second. It wasn't that he didn't know that domestic cards had to be activated for this service before they could be used abroad, but that he didn't think of this problem until now.

Apparently it was too late.

It seemed that the expected surprise could not be given. There was no way around it. Zhao Yan found a public phone nearby, took out a coin he had found when he was buying an umbrella, put it in, and dialed Yancheng's number.

In the funeral home, Yan Cheng, his grandfather, and his uncle's family had just sent off the last group of mourners.He was drinking water when the phone rang, and glanced at the screen. The caller ID was an unfamiliar local number in Provence, and he picked it up casually: "All~ (French hello.)"

Although speaking unfamiliar French, Zhao Yan could recognize Yan Cheng's voice immediately, he hesitated: "Yan Cheng."

"Pfft..." Yan Cheng, who was drinking water, was really startled, half of his saliva spewed out, half of his saliva got into his nose, and then there was an earth-shattering cough.

It seemed that he gave this surprise at the wrong time, which surprised people, Zhao Yan: "I packed your boyfriend and brought it here, at the gate of the hospital, come and claim it."

Finally gasping for breath, Yan Chengyu smiled: "Stand there and don't move, take good care of my boyfriend, and watch how I deal with you if you lose a hair."

Zhao Yan was immediately infected by the overjoyed voice, and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

After waiting for less than half an hour, Yan Cheng's car drove over. It was very fast and came to a sudden stop in front of the hospital.

Zhao Yan saw Yan Cheng from the half-open window of the driver's seat, and took the initiative to walk over. As soon as the car stopped, he put away his umbrella, opened the passenger's door and sat in.

Yan Cheng closed the windows on both sides, turned around and gave Zhao Yan a big hug: "Welcome to Provence!"

Zhao Yan stroked his soft hair with one hand, and patted his back with the other, "Where did you come from?"

Yan Cheng: "The funeral parlor, we will hold a send-off ceremony today."

Zhao Yan: "My condolences."

Yan Cheng: "Thank you."

Zhao Yan: "I thought you were still in the hospital, why so fast? It's not just a day."

Yan Cheng let go of Zhao Yan, took his hand and said, "My grandmother believes in Catholicism, and Catholicism believes in the 'Last Judgment'. After death, believers should lie quietly in the 'Valley of Resurrection', waiting to be judged by God to a final destination. I Grandpa wanted her to go to the ground earlier and wait for her home earlier."

Zhao Yan looked at Yan Cheng, his hair had grown a bit, and his chin was sharper, "I haven't seen you for more than a month, you've lost weight."

Yan Cheng rubbed his chin and said, "Is there? I don't think so, maybe I'm not used to Western food. Why did you come here suddenly? I should pick you up at the airport."

"Well... I want to see the lavender, and I will give you a surprise by the way."

Yan Cheng hugged him again, hugged him tightly, bowed his head starting from his earlobe, and kissed his lips, Zhao Yan responded enthusiastically, pulling his neck to his side with his arms.

Reunion after a long absence, a kiss can make people unable to extricate themselves.

"I saw you from a long distance just now, standing in the rain with an umbrella, like a western cowboy with an oriental face who came out of medieval America." Yan Cheng said.

Zhao Yan looked down at his denim jacket and jeans, and said with a smile, "Because I'm wearing denim."

"No, because you have the temperament of a pioneer."

After six o'clock, the sky gradually darkened, and the drizzle was like smoke. Zhao Yan opened the car window, and fresh air full of moisture came in.It seems that out of the town, the more you go, the quieter you go.

"Yan Cheng, where are we going?"

"Luberon is known as the most beautiful valley in France. My grandparents have a house there. They usually go there to escape the summer heat. Now it is just idle. Don't you want to see lavender? The most beautiful lavender in Provence is in Luberon."

Zhao Yan felt a little sorry, and as soon as he came, he dragged Yan Cheng to take him to play, "Is it not good for you to leave like this for your grandma's funeral?"

Yan Cheng: "No, the person has already left, and he can rest in peace. No matter how grand the funeral is, it doesn't mean much."

Yan Cheng was wearing black trousers and was sitting on the driver's seat. The tight trousers perfectly stretched out the smooth contours of his thigh muscles. Zhao Yan put his hand on his right knee and stroked it.

Yan Cheng looked at that hand, and said with deep meaning: "Why, did you think about it?"

Zhao Yan's hand flicked away like an electric shock, "Think...whatever you think, just to comfort you."

The sky gradually became completely dark, the surrounding scenery became verdant, and the outline of the mountain could be vaguely seen.

The sound of drizzle hitting the leaves "rustling" sneaked into the night with the wind.

I don't know how long it took, the car turned a corner, and I could see the lights over there from a distance, and the scent of flowers poured into my nostrils, and as the car approached, it became more and more intense.

Before Zhao Yan could ask, Yan Cheng said, "It's Lanhua, there's a hotel over there called Eggbran Hotel."

When we drove to the hotel, we could see an old house by the lights, which was built next to the stream, and the stream was full of orchids.There were faint voices in the house.

"Do you want to go in and have something to eat?" Yan Cheng stopped the car and said.

Zhao Yan: "You are not used to Western food, do you have ingredients at home, let's go back and cook Chinese food."

"Well..., there should be. There is a vegetable garden in the yard. I don't know if it is barren or not because no one takes care of it this season."

Zhao Yan: "Then let's go back and do it."

"We can go pack some roast beef and take it home for dinner."

The owner of the hotel was very hospitable, he kept talking non-stop, Yan Cheng occasionally answered a few words, but Zhao Yan couldn't understand a word.

After the boss left, Zhao Yan asked Yan Cheng, "What did he say?"

"He said that this old house was built in 1890 and used to be a post office. The first time he came here, he was overwhelmed by the beauty of the place and took over the house from the previous owner. In fact, every time I come here , he would tell me this. He also asked us if we were Japanese, and he thought all Asians were Japanese. And... he asked me if we were gay."

Zhao Yan: "Are the French so curious?"

"It's the people of Luberon. If you can satisfy their curiosity, they will invite you into their home and treat you with good wine, no matter who you are."