1986: My Happy Life in Provence

Chapter 306 Little Angel Ronan

Cafu entered the restaurant with his wife and son.

Although it was still early, many of Cafu's acquaintances had already arrived inside.

They were all farmers and villagers who came to help during the renovation of Ronan Restaurant.

Ronan's group of Lourmaran friends clashed with Cafu's renovation team multiple times, with both sides believing they contributed more value during the renovation process.

For more than two months, Cafu felt a headache whenever he saw these people, and he would always stay far away from them, feeling extremely frustrated.

He saw one of the guys, named 'Fabian,' gesturing wildly and shouting:
"Ronan is my best friend! My best!!"

A grown man in his forties acting all loud and boisterous in front of his wife and children?
Pah! How shameful!

Cafu was about to go over and make a sarcastic remark when Zoe suddenly called him over:
"Cafu, here's the gift Ronan prepared for you."

Zoe and Vieri sat behind a long table made up of three square tables joined together, surrounded by beautifully wrapped gift boxes in front of them and at their feet.

Cafu walked over and asked in surprise:

"Ronan really prepared gifts for everyone?"

Zoe handed him a small blue box, smiling as she said:
Yes, everyone has it.

"We're already so familiar, why bother with all this?" Cafu muttered as he unwrapped the packaging.

After glancing at just a corner of the photo and the words on it, Cafu let out a roar:
"God, really?"

He roughly ripped open the blue wrapping paper, revealing a light gray cardboard box with a photo on it. The first thing he saw was the word "Bi-Bop in hand, connect anywhere."

This is an advertising slogan that every French person hears when they turn on the TV.

Cafu's son shouted excitedly:
"A pager, it's a pager!"

In 1977, pagers began to become popular in Paris and the surrounding area.

However, by 1986, the total number of pager users in France was only 55, mainly due to its high price.

The cheapest basic model (which can only receive telephone calls) costs 1800 francs.

The high-end version (which accepts both letters and numbers) costs at least 3000 francs.

The pager Ronan gave Cafu was a high-end model; the photo on the front of the box showed the words "Connect Anywhere" on the green screen of the black pager.

Cafu didn't rush to open the box, because there was something else inside the blue wrapping paper—a handwritten note.

Inside was a short, neatly written sentence:
Since you've decided to switch careers and become a 'high-end business elite,' how can you not own a 'mobile office'?

Haha, just kidding.

Now that you have more work to do, you don't need to bother your wife anymore, and it will make your work more efficient.

You've had a tough year, buddy.

Without you, I wouldn't have a beautiful kitchen, backyard, and dining room.

happy New Year!

Immediately, Zoe's voice came into Cafu's ear:

"Ronan said that the money you saved for him when you were building the studio could buy 10 of these. This is just a small token of his appreciation, so please accept it. He spent more than half a month preparing these gifts."

After the cold snap, the people of Provence were in a bad mood.

It wasn't just the farmers who relied on the mountains for their livelihood; people like Cafu, Thomas, and Cotillard, who worked in other industries, were also affected by the disaster.

The cold snap in Provence temporarily calmed down the wealthy people who came to buy houses and invest there. During a phone call, Cafu anxiously told him that orders for Ronan wreaths and woven goods had decreased significantly, and he felt sorry for the brothers who had always been with him.

Therefore, Ronan carefully prepared gifts for each of his friends, regardless of their status or age.

No matter what happened in the past, and don't worry about what tomorrow will bring. Today, these people must be happy!

Cafu had only noticed Fabian because his reaction was so intense that it was hard not to attract attention.

But actually, there was another acquaintance in the restaurant at that moment, Henry, who had almost gotten into a fight with him several times because of his foul mouth.

Josephine and Lisa are making flower wreaths at home; they'll come over later.

But knowing that Mr. Ronan was going into the mountains today and might not be able to come to the restaurant to help, Henry arrived very early.

However, he hasn't had time to help with anything yet.

Because he hid in a corner and secretly wiped away his tears for an hour.

Ronan, of course, also prepared a gift for Henry, and it was a 'big' gift.

As soon as Henry arrived at the restaurant, Vieri led him upstairs. "The gift Ronan prepared for you is too big to fit on the first floor, so it's on the second floor. Come and take a look."

Henry followed Vieri upstairs, and in a corner of the empty second floor, he saw a set of beautiful sofas that looked delicate and were even softer to sit on.

That was something Henry could only dream of; there was no sofa in his living room.

No, I once had it.

However, the sofa, which may have been passed down from his great-great-grandfather's generation, broke down completely when Lisa was very young.

Vieri picked up a note from the sofa and asked uncertainly:
"Are you literate?"

The villagers didn't like dealing with Henry, and Vieri wasn't sure about this information.

Henry nodded nervously:
"Yes, I know him! I even wrote the notices for Mr. Ronan!"

Vieri smiled and handed him the note:
"Ronan gave it to you."

Henry rubbed his hands on his pants several times before carefully taking the paper, then opened it and began to read it carefully.

Happy New Year, Henry!
Thank you for always being there to protect and care for me this past year.

Although you didn't say anything, I saw it all.

This sofa is for you to use for crafts. Sitting on a stool to work is too tiring, and your back will break after a long time.

You're a grown man, so it's okay to be a little rough around the edges. Josephine and Lisa were women, though.

My friends, I hope you will have a better life next year!
“My friend. Mr. Ronan said I was his friend.” Recalling the beautiful handwriting on the note, Henry’s eyes welled up with tears again.

Everyone said he was Ronan's dog, but Mr. Ronan called him 'friend'.

And in such a formal manner.
Henry hastily wiped away his tears, his eyes seemingly burning with a raging fire:

"With this 'mad dog' of me here, no one can hurt Mr. Ronan! No one! I will always protect you, Mr. Ronan! You are the angel of Lourmaran!!"

Ronan's friends arrived at the restaurant one by one and received the gifts that Ronan had carefully prepared for them.

Some of them laughed, some cried, and some were excited.

But some people have gone mad.

Theo went to the door to check every ten minutes:
"Why isn't Ronan back yet? Why isn't Ronan back yet?! Didn't he say he was going to come back early today to celebrate the holiday?"

Ronan gave Anna a sail quail. The reason was that one rainy summer day, Rebecca Anna came to Ronan's house to take shelter from the rain. When Ronan was telling her a picture book story, Anna said that she liked this animal.

Theo is an absolute doting father to his daughter.

Ronan's kindness to Anna, even more so than his kindness to himself, made Theo feel grateful and moved.

He wanted to pat Ronan on the chest right now and say, "Buddy, meeting you this year is the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me."

That's right, that's exactly what Theo wants to say right now!

“Even if he comes back early, he won’t be back until noon,” Batty said, pointing to his wrist. “Ronan said he won’t be back until 4 p.m. at the earliest.”

Theo stomped his foot hard:

"Damn it, I have to do something now, I'm dying to do this!"

Barty nodded thoughtfully; he felt the same way, eager to see Ronan and say something to him, otherwise he wouldn't have run into Theo at the door.

He just couldn't bring himself to say anything too mushy.

Suddenly, he clapped his hands lightly:

"You said Ronan, is there anything you want?"

Theo blurted out:

"Yes, definitely. Everyone wants something."

Barty asked Theo in a probing tone:
"Then do you think it's possible for us to help Ronan fulfill his wish?"

Teo's eyes lit up:
"We also gave him a 'gift'!"

Barty glanced down at the time again and said excitedly:
"It's only noon now, there's definitely enough time. Let's call more people to come and plan together."

Ronan hopes his friends can feel happy.

His friends also hoped to bring Ronan happiness.

Ronan certainly had a tough year ahead of him.

Lourmaran's guardian angel is precisely the one who works the hardest among them, and he deserves the greatest happiness!
(End of this chapter)