Perfect Life

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Sunday, June 20, afternoon.

New York, Brooklyn, "Syske Town" cafe.

Aidra Bullock watched for a long time the light rain pattering outside the glass window, the slippery dark road, and the passersby hurriedly walking by holding umbrellas. Only when the cigarette in his hand burned his hand, did he put out the cigarette **** and hold it. Get up and take a sip of cold coffee.

This kind of coffee should be bitter enough to make people frown, but he seems to be used to it, or his taste buds have been numb.

Put down the coffee cup and he'll light another cigarette for himself.

This is not a famous cafe, just a place for people to relax.

Some people come and some people go.

Others just come in to pack a couple of coffees, or a simple lunch, and then leave in a hurry.

There were not many people in the cafe, scattered in twos and threes in various corners, some were chatting in low voices, some were reading magazines, and some were lying on the table and fell asleep.

In recent weekends, Aidra Bullock would come over in the afternoon and sit in this cafe for two or three hours. Every time he came, he saw this situation.

And that's why he likes to come here.

The bell at the door rang again, and Brock took a cigarette and spit it out slowly.

A woman happened to be pulling her child past the window. The rain was not heavy, but the child was very naughty. Instead of hiding under his mother's umbrella, he seemed to prefer rushing into the rain and jumping. The woman in her mid-thirties looked helpless.

It reminded him of his own childhood.

Two girls came in, carrying large and small paper bags. After entering the door, they quickly sat down on the table beside Brock, and ordered a cup of coffee each - it was Brock's most hated cappuccino. promise.

Realizing that the cafe seemed to be getting a bit more crowded, Bullock realized that it might be time for him to leave and go for a walk in the adjacent park, or just go home.

However, he knew that although it was raining, it was not cool outside.

The two girls started chattering in the next seat, Brock picked up the cup and took a shallow sip, flicked the soot, and glanced at it from the corner of his eye: it was two girls who looked to be in their early twenties. , One of them has exquisite makeup, but she is not very beautiful, and the other is not ugly, especially with a few freckles on her face, she looks playful and beautiful.

They seemed to be discussing today's harvest, well, roughly those paper bags.

Bullock frowned slightly.

At this moment, the girl with delicate makeup suddenly turned her head to look at him, "Sir, can you pinch out the cigarette?"

Brock was stunned for a moment before realizing that she was talking to him. He turned his head to look, and after a while, he came back to his senses and smiled, "Of course, of course!" He snuffed out the cigarette butt.

The girl smiled, said "thank you", and then turned to discuss with her partner.

Bullock knew that he really had to go.

He hates noise, hates places where you can't smoke, hates hard work, but in fact, like a toddler, he shows his clumsy makeup everywhere.

However, he picked up the coffee cup and took another sip, carefully reminiscing the bitterness in his mouth, but he still planned to sit for another five minutes.

Because he knew that he had almost nowhere to go.

Recently, apart from work, he hardly knew what to do with himself.

Being in a daze seems to be the only way to pass the time.

The two girls sitting next to each other were waiting for their coffee while continuing to count their loot.

Soon, the waiter brought their coffee, and the two girls paid each other, but before the waiter walked away, the girl with delicate makeup suddenly stopped him and took out a box that hadn't been opened yet. The CD comes, "Can you please play it for us? I can't wait to hear it. Please!"

Coffee shops like the small town of Cesc are not those high-end places, but they still have their own sound systems. Brock even knew that they would start playing some soothing piano music around 4:30 in the afternoon. It is said that someone I like to eat a steak listening to the piano music like that. It is said that it will make the steak in this restaurant more tender and juicy.

But Bullock tried, and really, he frowned at the pairing.

The steak served in the store is not bad, but the music is pure noise - in fact, Brock is a person who likes music very much. He believes in his music appreciation ability, and even more believes that the piano and violin songs are originally Great work of art.

But here, eating steak and listening to those piano tunes, he just feels awful.

The waiter took the CD that the girl handed over and glanced at it, "Oh... LIAO! No problem, thank you for letting me hear her album too, in fact, I'm going to buy one too. Listen, she has a great voice, doesn't she?"

The two girls next door thanked them one after another, the waiter nodded, and when the girl opened the package, he took out the CD, took it, and left.

Bullock is very anxious about his ability to pick up girls.

Holding up the coffee cup, he took another sip. In fact, there was not much coffee left.

"I might really have to go!" he thought.

At this time, the sound in the store suddenly rang.

Seems to be very soothing music.

Brock pouted and frowned.

At this moment, a female voice rang out - as soon as she opened her mouth, Brock's brows suddenly wrinkled deeper.

It turned out to be a language he didn't understand at all!

However, this girl's voice was very nice, it was like flowing water, it was gentle and peaceful. It's just that this kind of song seems to be the same as the language she spit out, and it's also a bit unfamiliar.

At this time, a song seemed to be halfway through, and during the intermission, he heard the pretty girl with freckles in the seat next to him say: "The lyrics are so beautiful! LIAO sings so well! Is this Chinese music? ,sounds so good!"

Hearing the word "China", Brock's face subconsciously showed an expression of sudden realization - yes, that girl sang in Chinese. When he was an account manager in that technical service company, his subordinates There is a Chinese who speaks this magical language. Brock remembered that he had learned from him how to pronounce the three words "I love you", and then, when she heard herself say "I love you" in the languages ​​of six countries, Alice was excited. She burst into tears, and then agreed to her marriage proposal.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.

He picked up the cup and took another sip, letting the heavy bitterness wash over every taste bud of his.

When the gurgling Chinese song was finished, the freckled girl next door said with emotion: "I really want to know what these Chinese characters mean, I think it must be more moving than the translated version. ."

Her partner, the girl with delicate makeup smiled and read in an awkward-sounding tone, "Looking at its label, I think it should be read like this - be, forgotten, forgotten, of, time. ,Light!"

"Wow!" The freckled girl exclaimed sincerely, "Lily, trust me, you have a talent for learning Chinese!"

Bullock pouted subconsciously.

At this time, the second song has already started.

In this song, the girl who is called "LIAO" by the girl next to her is obviously showing her vocal skills that are completely different from just now-different from the oriental music full of special charm just now, This is great country music!

The melody is moving, her voice is refined and comfortable—

When-I-first-saw-you, I-saw-love.

When I first saw you, I saw love.

And-the-first-time-you-touched-me, I-felt-love.

When you touched me for the first time, I felt love.

And-after-all-this-time, you're-still-the-one-I-love.

And now, you are still the only person I love.

Looks-like-we-made-it.

It seems we succeeded.

Look-how-far-we’ve-come-my-baby.

Look how far we've come, baby.

We-mighta-took-the-long-way.

We may have come a long way.

We-knew-we’d-get-there-someday.

But I know we will get there one day.

They-said, "I-bet-they'll-never-make-it".

One said: "I bet they won't be together forever."

But-just-look-at-us-holding-on.

But they saw that we kept going.

We\\re-still-together-still-going-strong.

We are still together, strong.

…………

Brock lowered his head subconsciously.

He suddenly remembered how he had met Alice for the first time - God's goodness, she was as pitiful as she was, her hair was messy, and she didn't have the smoothness and luster that beautiful blonde hair should have, and her brown eyes The room was full of helplessness and distress. On her white shirt, it seemed that a large cup of coffee had just been poured over her, and she was extremely embarrassed.

However, Brock remembers very clearly that he did not subconsciously pay attention to the color and style of the bra/bra under the soaked shirt as usual!

When I saw her, when I saw the girl with blond hair and a few playful freckles on her nose, it was like the sentence said at the beginning of this song - when I saw you for the first time, I saw love.

Yes, it was the only time in his life that his heart pounded.

That feeling, completely surpassed the first skateboard I got when I was seven years old, touched a girl's chest for the first time at the age of seventeen, and then **** her, also completely surpassed. The excitement and excitement when I got my first car in my life...

Heck, he really believed he had found love.

Yes, that legendary love.

The girl sang passionately—

"They-said, "I-bet-they'll-never-make-it".

One said: "I bet they won't be together forever."

But-just-look-at-us-holding-on.

But they saw that we kept going.

We\\re-still-together-still-going-strong.

We are still together, strong. "

Bullock picked up the coffee cup and took a slow sip.

Putting down the glass, he decided to get up and leave.

Outside the window, there is a pair of lovers holding an umbrella, embracing each other as they walk through the lightly rained street. The girl's smile is sweet and pure.

Brock was stunned, and subconsciously took out the cigarette, but thinking of the two girls next to him, he took a deep breath and put it away again - "Okay, sit for a while," he thought.

At this moment, a few tables away, someone suddenly said, "Damn it! This music is great! I love it!"

Bullock stared blankly at his coffee cup.

The two girls next door looked at each other and smiled, the girl with delicate makeup stuck her head out and said, "Hey, buddy, this is LIAO's new album, a girl from China! You can go to the nearby one. Got this album in a video store, it just came out, it's easy to get! But I think you should hurry up, it's said to be selling well!"

In the seat over there, a black guy in his thirties turned his head and said seriously: "Thank you! I know, that Titanic girl! My-heart-will-go-on! I know her, I like her she!"

After a pause, he said again: "This CD is yours, right? I want to listen to it before buying it. You know, every time we hear good music, we can't bear to interrupt it halfway!"

The girl with the delicate makeup smiled and nodded, "Yes."

After a few brief conversations, they stopped talking and turned around, drinking coffee and listening to music.

Bullock took a deep breath, reached out his wallet, took out the money for a cup of coffee, and said, "Baker... Hey, buddy, another black coffee." - He also suddenly wanted to finish listening to this album. gone.

As for the LIAO they said was from China, he had absolutely no idea who he was, but he had heard of "Titanic". girl?

Well, the touching love story on that sinking ship...is a girl from China called the Titanic girl? This is interesting isn't it?

When this touching "You're-still-the-One" came to an end~www.wuxiaspot.com~ soon, a melody that even Brock felt a little familiar rang.

At this time, the two girls next door made no secret of their love for this song, with expressions of anticipation and intoxication on their faces, and the black guy couldn't help but sigh, "Oh...My-heart- will-go-on! I love it!"

***

I tried very hard to write this paragraph, and I hope I have written it, because this paragraph is really slow to write! The next two to three chapters are expected to be slower!

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