Unexpected changes (1)

The night is endless, the lights are glittering, the night in Paris seems to be unbelievably sultry and charming, the night on the Champs Elysees adds a layer of luxury and levity on top of that.

"Why do you always ask me to talk in cafés, when will you let me come up to your place?" Beneath Lisa's long, curved blue and purple lashes, the same look remained in Richard's eyes, always provocative and seductive.

Richard stroked Lisa's head and said, "When will you really grow up and understand what love is and what brotherhood and sisterhood are?"

Lisa quickly blocked Richard's hand and said, "Don't treat me like a child, you're ruining my big waves. I don't want to lose my sexiest hair!"

Richard followed Lisa's example, "Look at the way you've ruined my big waves. I don't want to lose my sexiest hair! Haha, what are you, a child? You'll never grow up in my eyes, but don't worry about your hair, even if you shave your head, you'll still have plenty of takers."

Lisa stuck her tongue out and made a face, "Don't be nasty, it's awful to look like me, am I as ugly as you?"

Richard laughed, "I think I'm ugly too, but what baffles me is why you're always stuck with someone ugly to marry you, I'm not good enough for you and more importantly I only have feelings for you as a brother and sister, wouldn't it be incest if we were married?"

Lisa bristled, "Don't talk nonsense, what incest, you are my father's adopted son, we are not even related by blood, not to mention that people say we are a perfect match."

Richard said, "You can't force a relationship, Lisa, not to mention that I'm terminally ill and I'm not going to let you marry someone who's lost their health, not to mention myself. I can't predict how many years I have left, and I don't want you to spend your youth on me."

Lisa blinked and said, "I don't care about the rest, I just want us to get married as soon as possible. Then again ... don't worry, you'll live a long time ..."

Richard felt that Lisa's expression was wrong, but the phone rang and he had to answer it first.

"Doctor, what's the matter, why are you calling so late ..."

"Richard ... Here's the thing, I'd like to apologise before I tell you the details, because I didn't discipline my assistant closely enough and it was due to my negligence that the mistake was made."

"What is the error ..."

"About your medical report, I trusted my assistant too much and let him handle the medical report, he ended up changing it because he was favoured to do so, everything should have been fine with your medical report ..."

"What! Are you saying that the previous medical report was wrong and that there is nothing wrong with my health at all?"

"Yes, because I saw your condition and I thought the previous results were doubtful, so I asked you to come back for another check-up, do you remember?"

"Yes, I went to see you once more ..."

"Because my assistant was on leave, I did the latter medical report myself and the results were not the same as the previous one, so I checked the previous report and asked my assistant and he told me the details. ..."

"Yes Doctor, thanks for letting me know, she just happened to be next to me, I'll ask ... carefully" Richard hung up the phone, his eyes sparking. "Lisa, about my medical report, shouldn't you explain it ..."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand ..." Lisa tried to play it cool, but she couldn't hide her panic.

"Stop pretending, the doctor told me everything ..." Richard said, suppressing his anger.

"I was just joking with you ..." Lisa whispered.

"I don't know how you could have thought of asking someone to change my medical report. ... Do you have any idea how hard it is for someone as old as me to know that I have a terminal illness, that it's even worse than sudden and unexpected death. The disappointment, the fear and torture of facing death at any moment, and most importantly, the fact that I lost a chance to formally confess my love because of this damn medical report, who knows if I'll ever get my true love back now. ..." Richard said bitterly.

"If you're really suffering because I had the test results changed, you're asking for it, because you don't love me, you love an ordinary foreign woman ..." Lisa said with a straight face.

"What do I have to say for you to understand that love cannot be forced, not to mention that your feelings for me are not love, you will understand one day ..." Richard got up and walked away, giving her a cold back, not wanting to argue with her anymore, because he knew that a long argument would only lead to a loss. He didn't want to argue with her any more because he knew that a long argument would only be a waste of time.

He didn't hesitate for a moment to go to Provence and try his luck, and then go to the villa for a few days to get some fresh air.

Richard drove around in his car by himself. There was no sign of Bai Yun. In the villa, Richard looks around the room where Bai Yun used to live, trying to find a trace of his visit. The bedside lamp glowed silently, the white walls were silent, the soft bed was fully dressed and the single sofa in the room was still. The laughter of the white clouds had disappeared, and the gentle faces that had once been there were no longer there, except for the curtains of the windows, which were open, and the white veils of the windows were blown up and down by the breeze, and down and up again.

Richard slowly paced up to the window, and a familiar and refreshing fragrance came to his face, the faint scent of lavender after the morning dew. Like lavender, every corner of the house where we once walked together with the white clouds spreads out in Richard's memory in a gentle and picturesque way. The cumulative feeling and the warmth of love burned in his chest like coals of fire. True love is never forgotten, no matter how long or how far away you are from your lover, and Richard even feels that his love for her has grown deeper without seeing Bai Yun these days. When will I see you again, Baiyun? When will I see you again, Bai Yun, so that I, a lonely man, will no longer be lonely, so that my lonely heart will no longer be lonely?

Richard wandered around every corner of the villa, his eyes tenderly caressing every place he had ever stepped on, every chair he had sat on, every glass she had used, every pair of knives and forks ... Anytime, anywhere, just by thinking of every inch she had ever touched, Richard's heart blossomed. Richard's heart blossomed.

Richard has never tasted Provence as seriously as he does now. Provence is a poem of love to Richard at the moment, every ray of sunshine and every fragrance seems to remind him of the days when he was with the white clouds. Will there be a chance to meet again in the future? Or will we only be able to meet again in our memories forever?

When Richard couldn't find Bai Yun in Provence, he went to the city where he had met her before and asked her at the hotel where she had worked, and was told that Bai Yun had never come back to work since she had resigned.

Richard didn't know where to look, so he went back to Provence for a walk. Unaware that he had arrived at a café, Richard ordered a cappuccino, this time Bai Yun's favourite, and perhaps because of his love for the house, Richard was now completely in love with the coffee. Underneath a romantic layer of foam, the coffee emerges as a brown liquid, as if a soft wrapping has been quietly lifted to reveal a secret. The froth and the touch of the tongue are reminiscent of kissing a soft white cloud, and ho ho ho, Richard laughs to himself, "I can't seem to go a second of the day without thinking about her, even when I'm drinking coffee.

Richard sits opposite the window, not only looking out of the window, but also taking in the passers-by and the people who come in for coffee. When you have nothing to do, it is a good time to watch people and see the scenery. The café does a good business and there are many people coming in. It was a beautiful day, with the classic blue sky and golden sunshine of Provence.