if we were together

In such a harmonious and happy atmosphere, two-thirds of the five-hour journey was completed in two days, with stops and stops, and detours from time to time.On the morning of the third day, when their car passed through a small town, they were stopped directly on the road.There were several random inspections along the way, and the passport prepared by Xiao Zou for Heinnis played a good role. Maybe it was because of Heinnis’s smile that made people feel more like a spring breeze, or maybe it was because the passport was imitated so well, and passed the customs smoothly every time.Heinnis once asked, "Where did you get the fake passport?", but Xiao Zou just smiled mysteriously and replied, "Snakes have their own ways." The unanimous contempt of the other three.

When they first stopped, they thought it was another random inspection, but the two young men and women who stopped the car were wearing casual clothes, and they didn't look like backpackers—the key point was that the young woman was still wearing an apron, holding a bamboo basket in her hand, as if Pack pastries and the like.Xiao Yang rolled down the car window, smiled harmlessly, and talked to the two in fluent French. After finishing speaking, the two young men poked their yellow-haired heads through the car window to follow Duan Yi and Hai, who were sitting in the back seat. Nice to say hello, and went on to entertain the guests in the next car.

Xiao Yang took a croissant from the woman's basket, and handed one to each of the two people in the back seat, and turned her head excitedly: "It turns out that today is the 70th birthday of a photographer named Raymond Porter in the town. Mr. Potter usually likes to make desserts, so the birthday party is to hold a dessert making conference in the square, and everyone is invited to participate, don’t miss it when you pass by, boss.”

Duan Yi played with the bread in his hand in a lack of interest: "Dessert..." Butter-fried mushrooms are almost the same. How can dessert be like human food?

Heinnis's eyes lit up: "Dessert? Let's go, let's go?"

Duan Yi immediately cheered up: "What are you waiting for, go to the square!"

Zou Zhenhan & Yang Yaozong: "..."

When did their boss reach the full level of the ability to adapt to the wind...

Xiao Zou turned the steering wheel, turned left at the intersection in front of him, sent the three of them near the square, and went to find the parking lot by himself.When he came back after parking the car, he passed through groups of people who were fighting each other, playing, and smashing each other with flour, butter and eggs. When he finally found the Dongfang trio, they were all white-faced, even their faces and hair were white. It was covered with flour like hoarfrost.Xiao Yang was wearing a pink apron, holding a glass bowl in his arms and was beating eggs, while sighing: "These foreigners, let's get rid of it, this is not a dessert making conference, it's just a waste of ingredients conference."

Duan Yi guarded Heinnis, shuttled around the long tables in the middle of the square, admiring the grand occasion of hundreds of people making desserts by hand... It was actually chaotic, but everyone seemed to be having a good time.A huge tool table is surrounded in the middle of the long white table, and the table is now full of puffs with browned skins. Several chefs are filling the puffs with cream piping bags—those piping bags have Light yellow, chocolate color, pink, purple blue, etc., represent different tastes.An old man with white hair and pink skin was wearing a chef's white robe, and he was making puffs dipped in heated caramel solution one by one.

In addition, there is the band accompaniment, and the master of ceremonies - a beautifully dressed blonde, who is broadcasting the soul of the conference in an exaggerated tone - the 70-year-old Mr. Porter is making puffs with the help of several pastry chefs in the pastry shop tower process.

Among the four, Xiao Yang is the best at French. At the moment, he is beating eggs and bumping behind the two of them as a simultaneous interpreter: "I remember that puff pastry is a traditional dessert in various celebrations in France. It is also used in weddings. Pile a bunch of puffs on top of almond shortbread. Ah, this puff tower uses puffs with orange, chocolate, blueberry, strawberry and original five fillings, just baked and delivered from the store... puffs Just eat it while it's hot, the outer skin is crispy, the inner filling is sweet and smooth... I want to eat it too..."

Although Xiao Zou is not particularly fanatical about desserts, he is not so disgusted as Duan Yi that his face changes when he smells it. Looking at Xiao Yang's face covered with flour, he nodded silently: "I want to eat it too."

No one paid attention to his puns, Duan Yi first complained that building up the puffs and then taking them apart and eating them was equivalent to taking off his pants and putting them on.The French old man was looking happy, like a happy child holding building blocks, he piled up the puff tower to a height of 1.5 meters. A puff tower can be piled up to two or three meters.

"This old man looks familiar... Could it be that he is still a celebrity?"

The others followed suit, and then shook their heads to express their ignorance.And the commentary has entered jjj, and finally turned into Xiao Yang's commentary with no ups and downs: "Mr. Porter is spreading marzipan, and the marzipan sprinkled on the puff tower is a wedding tradition. In fact, the puff tower is also a wedding tradition. Oh , Porter is topping the puff tower with the same almond shortbread as the base, I personally prefer gingerbread - that's what the hostess said, I prefer graham crackers. Oh oh finished……"

The emcee's high-pitched shouts were quickly overwhelmed by the cheers of the townspeople. Screams, applause, and even foreign words such as "Yeah!" "Ula!" "Mamma Mia!" With butter cubes, cakes, soufflés, croissants, macarons, and even a few egg beaters and eggs... I don't know which unlucky eggs were smashed.And luckily no one was too happy to even throw a bowl into the sky.

Isn't it just making a puff tower, as for being so excited...

The four orientals looked up at the starry sky, no, the sky, Xiao Yang muttered to himself: "At the beginning, the foreign teacher warned us earnestly, even in the era of the global village, culture shock will still jump out at any time to scare you... I Guess I'm going to be taken aback now."

"I don't have much experience, I'll take you to the Oktoberfest next time." Duan Yi patted Xiao Yang on the head, touching his head kindly, like a generous big brother.

After the initial high-pitched cheers, the loud voice of an old man blared from the loudspeaker.He spoke very slowly, and this sentence was too simple, not only Xiao Yang, but also other half-baked people could understand: "I give the puff tower to this young Asian couple in couple clothes."

Then as if accompanied by the effect sound of "swish", the crowd turned their heads one after another, and Duan Yi and Heinnis instantly became the focus of sight of more than a hundred people in the square.

Duan Yi is a designer in vain, but he is actually quite lazy. He chooses a good match, and buys a few pieces of the same style and color at a time. In addition, he travels in a hurry, so he doesn’t bring many clothes. The ones he lent to Heinnis today are the ones he wears. , which happened to be the beige pullover of the same style and color, and the abstract eagle on the front was exactly the same.

The two looked at each other. They didn't think it was a big deal at first, but they didn't expect to encounter such an incident.

At this time, I couldn't argue with my mouth, so I simply pushed the boat along the way and walked to the puff tower surrounded by several staff members enthusiastically.The old man looked at them with a smile on his face, his eyes stayed on Duan Yi's face for a long time, and then he showed a more cheerful smile, and stepped forward to meet the two young people.

Holding the bowl, Xiao Yang stopped his movements a long time ago. The milk albumin that had been sent away had almost liquefied. He watched worriedly that his boss and his lover were communicating with the French old man: "Is it okay for Heinnis to be so high-profile... I I saw a lot of people taking pictures at the scene.”

"This is not the only way to go to Mont Saint-Michel. We will go back the same way when we are done, and continue westward in a circle. No one will find it." Xiao Zou is not worried, and he does not know where to find a plate. The freshly baked macarons were happily eaten one bite at a time, so Xiao Yang also jumped onto the table and ate one bite at a time.

And this time the microphone has been handed over to Duan Yi: "Thank you, Mr. Porter. In order to thank Mr. Porter for his love, and to thank the townspeople for their enthusiasm, my boyfriend and I decided to give the Puff Tower to everyone. Enjoy." The old man has already pushed the boat along the way to the point of admitting to her boyfriend.

As expected, the old man may have just glanced at the past and found that among the Caucasians, there are two handsome orientals in couple shirts who are more eye-catching, so he said on a whim that he would give them to them, but it is 1.5 meters long. The puff tower, even if they want to take it away, they can’t put it in the car horizontally or vertically, and it’s not enough for the audience to enjoy it after going around it.

Although everyone understood, the square erupted into cheers for the second time, so the puffs of five flavors that had just been piled up for a few minutes were dismantled and distributed to everyone, including the almonds used as bases and decorations. There wasn't even half a piece of shortbread left - what Duan Yi said about taking off his pants and putting them there was really true.

The old man looked at Duan Yi with a smile: "More than ten years have passed, and you have grown into such an outstanding man. I really didn't expect to meet again one day. The goddess of fate is really unpredictable."

The sentence was changed to English, so even Heinnis understood it.Duan Yi found a similar face from the back of his mind, and he was dumbfounded: "You are...the one who took pictures of us..."

The old photographer nodded, with emotion and joy in his cloudy eyes: "Time flies so fast..."

The dessert conference came to an end, and several pastry shops in the town delivered delicacies, all of which were ordered by Mr. Potter.But he didn't stay until the end, and after enjoying the puff tower, he took two Chinese guests home.Xiao Yang and Xiao Zou were left in the square and continued to enjoy the benefits of the celebration.

Potter's home is in the east of the town. It is a small three-story western-style building. Mrs. Potter passed away three years ago, and Mr. Potter lives alone now, with only a part-time worker who comes to clean it every day.The arrangement was warm and comfortable. The old man entertained the two of them to sit down on the rural-style fabric sofa in the living room, and made herbal tea. Then he took out the tablet computer, brought up a folder, and handed it to the two of them proudly.

It's not that Duan Yi never thought of seeing the photographer alone, after all, the old man had inadvertently been a witness of his youthful years.These secret pasts should not be made public, they are only suitable for tasting alone, and then put them away for collection.

But before leaving, he hesitated and asked Heinnis to follow him.And feel at ease because of this decision - never have to face anything alone, because you are by my side.This feeling is really good.

The name of the folder is mybestworks, and one of the photos is a group photo of Fang Xiuyu and Duan Yi back then.It wasn’t long before Duan Yi revisited it, and now I see it in a foreign country, and I still feel a lot of emotions. This photo was obviously taken by the photographer with a SLR back then, and I guess he immediately took another one with a Li Ke after the shooting. Zhang grasped the angle and timing better, Duan Yi's smile was clearer, Brother Xiu's eyes were more tender.

Heinnis opened his eyes wide, looked at the photo, then at Duan Yi, trying hard to establish a connection between the young man with the green and tender body and the burly man of today, and finally hesitantly said: "...It still looks like Yes." This action made the corners of Duan Yi's eyes twitch a few times, and finally he held back and didn't stare at him.

Porter is a successful photographer. He has a long-term contract with the French version of National Geographic and served as the general consultant of the Paris Photo Art Museum. Now that he is retired, he has chosen such a quiet town to live in seclusion. Who would have thought You will meet a young boy who only met once in a foreign country more than ten years ago.

He and Duan Yixu babbled a lot about China's magnificent mountains and rivers, magnificent man-made landscapes, long cultural history, and rich artistic heritage. Finally, when they asked about the other person in the photo, Duan Yi replied gently from beginning to end, as if Possessed by Duan Zhen, his tone didn't change even when he asked Brother Xiu: "He committed suicide ten years ago."