Provence Style

Su Yun sat quietly in the viewing area on the second floor. It was rare for him to not have a cell phone in his hand. He was like a lonely traveler, enjoying the happy time of sitting down.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I'm here. You're so slow." Su Yun stood up and gave the girl the seat by the window. He said leisurely, "I'm thinking about the approval of the judges in October and the Nobel Prize in December. You definitely won't be interested when you go on stage to receive the award. If I go, I'll say something. It has to be simple, but it also has to be pretentious. Just thinking about it makes me feel amazing."

"..." Zheng Ren looked at his face. A red sunset glow fell on his handsome face. He was a young man dressed in fresh clothes.

However, this young man was thinking too much. Zheng Ren patted his shoulder and said, "Just eat."

"Pffst, what do you want to drink?" Su Yun asked.

"I don't drink. You guys go ahead."