My years as a menswear boss

Dantès arrived in Paris a month earlier than the original appointment with Albert, and he was not in a hurry to send a letter to 27 rue Helda to visit.

Within a month, Dantès became acquainted in the eyes of the Paris businessman.

"After dinner, I want to go for a walk." Ji Qiu said while cutting the foie gras on the plate.

Except for the night when he first arrived in Paris, Dantès attended the rest of the balls alone, because Simon Roche's name was too eye-catching, which was not a good signal.

"Where are you going?" Dantès asked.

"It's just downstairs, I saw a cafe below, I want to go in and have a cup of coffee." Jiqiu said.

Their current apartment is located in the Rue Saint-Benoit, not far from the Rue Helda, so as long as they are not out of the ordinary, they will not bump into Albert.

"When things are done, I'll take you to have a good time in Paris." Dantès looked at Jiqiu, who was about to mold, with a distressed tone.

"Don't pay too much attention to me. Of course, your business is the most important thing. You can visit Paris anytime." Jiqiu put down the knife and fork in his hand and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

'My Simon is really too sensible. thought Dantès with emotion.

After the meal, Dantès gave Jiqiu a large amount of pocket money and asked her to buy whatever she wanted.

Jiqiu walked down the stairs and led the little donkey for a walk. The money in her pocket was enough to live in Paris for a month.

Paris is significantly different from Rome. If Rome is an imposing gladiator, then Paris is a gentle and beautiful beauty.

Along the way, Jiqiu saw the most cafes, not taverns.On both sides of the street are small shops, flower shops, cheese shops, spice shops, and restaurants with specialties from various places in Europe.

She didn't ride the little donkey, but led it along the way and stopped, looking at the decoration of the store, so that she could have reference materials for her landscape paintings.

Jiqiu bought a piece of cheese and put it in his pocket, and ate it while walking, breaking a piece from time to time and feeding it to Xiao Lizi, which made it fun to go shopping.

Soon she stops in front of a cafe called 'Flora', which is a midnight cafe.

"Why do I seem to smell wine?"

Jiqiu touched Xiao Lizi's furry head, and through the gray glass, she saw a lot of slightly drunk middle-aged men sitting in this cafe, each holding a glass of wine and drinking, and there were a few people Wrapped in a shabby coat and settled down here.

"Outlander, where did you come from?" A big man with reddish cheeks sat at the door and asked loudly when he saw the young man in front of the cafe sign.

"I'm from Florence." Jiqiu replied, and then she looked at the sign above her head, "If I'm not mistaken, this is a cafe? Why is there wine?"

"There are no pubs in the urban area. If you want to drink good wine, you have to walk along Montgil Street to the suburbs. But you are a lonely boy, I am afraid that you will be robbed when you arrive there. There are no pants left. .”

The big man couldn't help laughing, he was obviously half-drunk and half-awake, his words became slurred, "People in the suburbs are different from people here."

"Thank you for your reminder." Jiqiu looked at the big man lying on the dining table outside the cafe, and thanked him calmly.

Most of the people who came in and out of the cafe were dressed in shabby clothes. Obviously, most of its customers were the middle and lower classes, and some of them were so drunk that they fell at the door of the cafe.

Jiqiu looked at the dining table where the spittle was splashing, but she still gave up the idea of ​​drinking coffee here and was about to leave.

At this moment, a painting flew to her feet, and it was thrown here.

When Jiqiu saw the owner of the cafe driving a down-and-out ginger-haired man out of the cafe, he cursed and looked rather impatient.

"A painting for a glass of wine is a very good deal." said the man who was kicked out.

"Sorry, your painting is not worth a glass of wine at all, and I don't think it's the right size for a table corner!"

The cafe owner said angrily, with disgust on his face, "You are struggling with the money for a glass of wine here, why don't you go to your good brother for help, he will always give you money, won't you, Mr. Vander ?”

Jiqiu picked up the painting on the ground and patted the sand stained on it. The painting was exactly the scene of this cafe, and the value of this painting in later generations was immeasurable.

"That..." Jiqiu raised his hand, interrupting the quarrel between the two, and everyone in the cafe focused on her, "Tonight's night is beautiful, wouldn't it be a pity to spend it in the quarrel. "

"I would like to invite Mr. Vander to drink a glass of wine and eat lemon tart with me. I wonder if it is convenient?"

"Sir, I'm afraid you've just come here, and don't know the misdeeds of this man. He's a drunkard, and he's been in debt countless times. Every time he's depended on his poor brother to pay for his debts."

The maid who was wiping the table whispered, looking at the luxuriously dressed and elegant young man in front of her, she couldn't bear him to be entangled by a drunkard.

"I believe my first impression of people." Jiqiu smiled, and handed Xiao Lizi's leash to her, "Please help me find a place for him to rest."

The maid took the rope in a daze, and watched the young man go straight to the seat outside the cafe, and greeted the man who was despised by everyone.

"Come and sit, Mr. Fan De." Jiqiu nodded lightly, and she reached out her hand to indicate the seat opposite, "Just take it as a kindness to accompany my lonely family."

Just as the ugly-faced boss wanted to stop him, he saw the young man take out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and put them on the table, and he couldn't move his eyes away.

Vincent looked at the boss who had been so vicious just now, and immediately put on a smiling face, and respectfully handed the menu to the young man.

Jiqiu tilted his head, his eyes questioned, "Why don't you come over and sit?" '

Vincent sat on the chair cautiously, his face slowly flushed red, his hands and feet were at a loss, until the wine glass was placed in front of him, he said to the young man, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Jiqiu said softly, she unpacked the packaged dessert, took a piece for herself, and then pushed it in front of Vincent, "It's delicious, come and taste it too."

Vincent hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his painted hand, and took away the piece in the farthest corner, to prevent his hand from touching the rest. He took a bite, and the sweet and sour taste of lemon filled his mouth. His eyes began to moisten, and he couldn't remember the last time he accepted someone's kindness.

Jiqiu didn't pay too much attention to Vincent. She ordered a cup of milk and a cup of espresso, then added a little coffee into the milk and stirred it, and poured thick cream on top.

"The desserts in Paris are the most suitable for my taste. They are very sweet. How can some bland desserts be called desserts?"

Jiqiu dug a big mouthful with a coffee spoon and put it in his mouth. His cheeks were bulging, making people look full of energy, and his round golden eyes narrowed in satisfaction.

Vincent felt his sensitive nerves being soothed a little bit, his expression relaxed, and the lines of his face softened, "I've been in Paris for a long time, you can try the mille-feuille, you Will love it."

Jiqiu took an empty cup, ordered another portion of milk, poured the rest of the coffee into the cup, and stirred it quickly with a spoon, "Do you want to taste it?"

Vincent watched the young man take away the wine glass from his hand, and pushed the drink he made in front of him, "Okay... I mean, thank you."

Jiqiu looked at Vincent Vander, who had a weird personality but was not in a bad state of mind. Seeing Vincent with a good appearance, she asked curiously, "Will you cut off your own ears?"

"Ahem, what are you talking about?!" Vincent was choked, his eyes widened, his expression a little disbelieving, "How could I cut off my ears?!"

"Sorry, your ears gave me an idea." Seeing Vincent covering his ears with his hands in horror, Jiqiu smiled awkwardly and changed the subject, "I saw a friend at the ball a few days ago. A brown-haired man with ears like yours, his name is Theo Vander, a businessman."

"Oh." Vincent put down his hand, looked away, and concentrated on the remaining paint on his hand.

Jiqiu deliberately ignored Vincent's dodging gaze, and she said casually, "He said he has a brother who he cares about very much, he is a very good painter, and he hopes I can become friends with him."

Vincent raised his head, his eyes were a little red, and he wiped the corners of his eyes while the young man was not paying attention.

'As expected of a real artist, full of emotions. Ji Qiu sighed in his heart.

"I left my contact information for Mr. Vander, but I haven't seen him come to visit after waiting for a few days."

Jiqiu crossed his fingers and put them on the table, "Tell me, is he playing tricks on me?"

"No! It's not like that!" Vincent shook his head desperately, and he said with a choked voice, "I am the fault of all this, I am his incompetent brother. My sad self-esteem cannot always accept the charity from my brother, so I Moved out of his house to live alone, and severed contact with him.”

Jiqiu touched his pocket, took out a handkerchief and handed it to him, "If you don't mind, use this."

She waited for Vincent to calm down before continuing to ask, "Then where do you live now?"

Vincent picked up a napkin, dipped a stirring spoon into the coffee and wrote down a string of addresses, "I rent a house here, you can come here to find me."

Jiqiu carefully folded the napkin and put it in his pocket, "I will go."

Seeing the solemn expression of the young man, Vincent's mood improved a little, his eyes filled with anticipation, "I'm the only one living here, no need for a visit letter, you can come anytime!"

"Yeah." Jiqiu nodded her head seriously.

The two finished eating the lemon tart that Jiqiu bought. Vincent looked at the young man who got up and left, feeling a little bit reluctant, "You must come."

"I swear by my surname that I will keep the promise." Jiqiu said with a gentle expression, and she waved goodbye to Vincent, holding the oil painting he gave him in her hand.

On the way home, Jiqiu sat on the little donkey and looked down at the oil painting in his hand. The treasure of later generations, "The Outdoor Cafe at Night", was sold to Vincent Vander with a glass of wine and a small cake. she is gone.

"You seem to be in a good mood." Dantès couldn't help but smile when he saw his son walking into the house humming a ditty.

Jiqiu thought for a while, then nodded, and she handed the painting in her hand to Dantès, "Just now I met a very interesting person, and we had a great conversation."

"Is he also a painter?" Dantès took over the oil painting in Jiqiu's hand. The oil painting is the outdoor scene of a cafe. The path outside is paved with cobblestones. The cafe emits warm yellow light and the dark blue night sky , dotted with stars, the whole painting brings a warm feeling to people.

"His painting skills are very good, he must be very gentle in his heart." He commented.

Jiqiu is a little surprised that her father's vision is so advanced, he can see through the essence at a glance, and has better vision than collectors in the market.

In fact, Dantès was used to Jiqiu's bright red and blue paintings, and it was the first time he saw a painting that was similar in style to his son's and soft in color, and he naturally developed a good impression of it.

He has always wondered why his cub is so well-behaved and docile, but the paintings he draws have their own attack power, which makes people feel withdrawn.