barcelona summer

Black trousers, a white shirt, and a trolley are all his luggage.

This is in Spain, Barcelona.The plane had just arrived at the airport. It took him seven and a half hours to fly from Beijing to Barcelona. He drank two cups of coffee, ate a sandwich, and read nearly [-] chapters of "Dream of Red Mansions"—the only book he took with him on this trip. Book.

He is a writer, but he didn't want to talk about writing or reading on this trip. He came to recuperate. A month ago, he was hospitalized for two weeks due to lung disease.After he was discharged from the hospital, the doctor gave him two suggestions, one is to quit smoking, and the other is to travel to a place with a good environment, preferably by the sea, so he chose Spain and Barcelona.

This city is very sentimental when you hear it, just like the three words "Dream of Red Mansions", it makes people fascinated.He had read this book several times, but he still stuffed a copy in his suitcase before going out.Maybe I suddenly want to read a book?Spain is not China, and Chinese books are not easy to find.

Just like that, he finally set foot on a foreign land.

It was his first time abroad, he could not speak Spanish at all, and he was not accompanied by a guide.Fortunately, Barcelona is a big tourist city, and English is largely spoken. After leaving the airport, he took a taxi and reported the address of the hotel he had booked to the driver.The driver could speak English and said he knew the place roughly, so he was a little reckless—a typical Spanish character, enthusiastic and unrestrained—started the car and drove onto the main road.

He didn't know much about Spain, just through two Hemingway books: "The Sun Also Rises" and "For Whom the Bell Tolls".When the taxi was driving on the road in downtown Barcelona, ​​he looked at the scenery through the car window and felt that the city was really sunny, even though it was everywhere in summer, the sunshine here seemed to be more vivid than other places. That alone puts the mood at ease.

But it was only a little bit, he, the traveler, was always covered with a layer of dark clouds, which even the bright sunshine of Barcelona could not dispel immediately.It will take time, as doctors have warned him, it will take time to fully recover.

At the same time, he had to say goodbye to his beloved cigarettes. "Smoking must be quit!" The doctor's tone left no room for refutation. "If you don't want to get lung cancer at the age of 30, you must quit smoking now!" Before that, he smoked two packs of cigarettes a day, and maybe three packs when he was busy revising the manuscript.He is only 27 years old, and he smokes so hard at this age, maybe a little too much.

But there is no way, he can't write a single word without cigarettes.Not being uninspired, but being full of inspiration but unable to put it to the pen because you are so distracted—it is worse than being uninspired, like watching someone you love die and being unable to bring it back.

Thinking of this in his heart, his hands were about to move again.

"I really want to smoke..."

When he came to Spain this time, he did not bring a shred of tobacco with him.He intends to take a month's vacation in Spain until the end of the summer, during which time he is determined not to smoke.Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling, it was like letting a couple who had just fallen in love separate for a month and not allowed to see each other, it would kill him.

But it must be done, he thought to himself while looking at the flowing clouds in the sky, at this age, it is time to learn to control his life.

The taxi was speeding down the street, and after half an hour, an intense dark blue appeared in front of my eyes, which was the sea.

The hotel he was going to was right by the sea, and it was specially opened for surfers. It was called "Pedro&Roland", which translates to Pedro and Roland, probably two people's names.Of course, ordinary people can also stay if they want to enjoy the seaside scenery.He became interested in this hotel when he was researching information on Barcelona at home.It clearly stated on the travel website: "The hotel owner is a young Chinese, recommending domestic travelers who cannot speak Spanish to stay."

Looking at the price again, compared to hotels in Barcelona that cost hundreds of euros (not to mention it is still in peak season), this small hotel by the sea only costs [-] to [-] euros per night, which is already very cheap.So he booked a room, a room on the second floor with a view of the sea for [-] euros.

After arriving at the beach, the driver was not sure of the exact location of the hotel, and was unwilling to waste money by wandering around.He was surprised that the driver was so considerate of him. It doesn't matter if he said in English, just look for it, money is not a problem.

The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror and replied in broken English:

"You are chinese?"

"Correct."

"I get it, the Chinese are very rich."

The driver smiled when he said this, without any malice.As for him, he also smiled faintly, shaking his head slightly:

"Not everyone, just a few."

"Are you in business?"

"No, I write books."

But if you think about it carefully, writing a book is also a business, and everything in this world is a business.

"Oh, so Mr. is a writer!"

The driver let out an exclamation, with a typical Spanish repeat, which was a bit funny, and it was also funny to suddenly call him sir.Spain is a warm but funny country, here, the word "funny" has no derogatory connotation, it is a compliment.

But the driver still respected him because he wrote books, turned down the sound of the radio that was playing on the road, and asked him what books he wrote.

He replied that it was a novel, a romance novel.

The driver laughed and nodded:

"Well, love is beautiful, sir married?"

"No."

"Should get married, a woman is the most beautiful beauty in the world."

Maybe it was because of the language barrier, he thought the driver's words were wrong, but it didn't matter, he didn't come to Spain to take a language class.However, when he said that a woman is the most beautiful in the world, he very much agrees.There is also such a sentence in the second chapter of Dream of Red Mansions:

"The word 'daughter' is extremely noble and pure, and it is even rarer and nobler than auspicious animals, rare birds, exotic flowers and plants."

Indeed, most men in the world are vulgar, but women are different, he thought, women are beautiful, no matter young or old, they have a special charm, but they don't feel it.

So why does he never have a girlfriend?He also couldn't understand this question.If women are so beautiful, why can't he stay with a woman forever.Perhaps it is because they are so beautiful that he dare not possess such beauty, for fear that it will change once he gets it. Whether it is her or him, after getting to know each other, the beauty will be lost, so the most beautiful love is often the shortest. Falling in love for a summer must be the most unforgettable...

Hey, the writer's occupational disease has occurred again, thinking about something all the time.

The location of the hotel was hard to find, but the driver finally found it by relying on navigation.

He paid the car fare and paid an extra 40% tip.The driver was very happy about it and called him Mr.In fact, the driver looked about [-] years old, with a big beard, far older than him.As for him, he was also very happy, but the faint sadness in his heart never dissipated.Not because of the smoke, nor because of the fatigue of the journey, but just sad, without any reason.

The driver helped him unload the luggage from the trunk and wished him a pleasant trip in Barcelona.

"Thank you."

After the taxi drove away, he checked the signboard of the hotel for the last time, dragged his suitcases and walked into the gate.

It was a two-story house, not very big and not very new, located between a row of shops.But European houses are all like this, and they all look like they have a history of at least 100 years and are very charming.The current time is [-]:[-] in the afternoon, and the sky is still bright, but there is no one in the hall, which is a bit deserted, but there are many surfing equipment in the corner, which adds a bit of vitality to the nothingness.

"anyone there?"

He shouted into nothingness in English.

Ten seconds later, a man lifted the curtain and came out of what looked like a kitchen.A man with a very dark complexion, tall and muscular, with Kimura Takuya-style shoulder-length hair, expressionless but sharp eyes, his facial features are Chinese.So he thought, probably this person is the store manager, so he switched to Chinese and told the man that he had booked a room.

"name."

Men also use Chinese, but it's a bit jerky, as if they haven't used it for a long time.

He gave his name.The man typed on the keyboard, confirmed his check-in procedures on the computer, and then handed him a key.

"Welcome to check in. The room is on the left side of the second floor, the innermost one."

The man remained expressionless, which made him a little upset, but then he thought about it, he also had the same expressionless face, don't say anyone is bad, it's not bad that gentlemen are as light as water.

He took the key and thanked him.

"you are welcome."

The man nodded slightly, then glanced down at the suitcase behind him.

"Do you need me to lift it for you?"

"No, no need."

He said, then grabbed the handle at the top of the box and lifted it up.He is not engaged in manual labor, and his figure is very thin, but it is more than enough to carry his own suitcase.

The man was not reluctant, and watched him go upstairs, and then stayed alone in the empty hotel lobby.The beach is outside the door, and below the beach is the sea, the golden sand, the blue sea, the salty sea breeze blowing in the door, blowing the wind chimes hanging at the door.The man watched all this silently, and then slowly returned to the previous room.There, rice was cooking on the stove and mussels were cooking in another pot.He is the boss and the chef.

He went upstairs to the room and opened the door with the key.

A small single room, a bed, a wooden table, a locker, very simple.It is very tidy, the walls are painted white, and there is no debris on the ground.Putting down the suitcase and coming to the window, you can see a blue sea, and the white mist in the distance where the sea meets the sky, as well as floating clouds and seagulls. The scenery alone is enough for the fare, and he opens the window , the strong sea breeze is blowing, the sun is so dazzling...

Ah, I came to Spain after all.