“I am very grateful for your generosity only from me personally.”

Wei Ran said apologetically to wrestler Miguel, "But I think you should talk to Mrs. Hanica about this. At this moment, I can only be a postman at most, but I don't have the right to help them make such a decision."

"Of course, as long as you don't mind."

Miguel said through the beauty translator, "I will find an opportunity to have a good talk with Mrs. Hanica."

Before Wei Ran said anything, Hanica had already hung up the phone, "Comrade Wei Ran, my mother is very happy to hear this news, she will come over soon, she... she wants to see the flag, and she will also bring a suicide note."

"Personal Letter?"

Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, "Whose suicide note?"

"Comrade Amani"

Hanica said in particular formally, "Mrs. Armani Domingo, the wife of Comrade Clermon Domingo, is also his revolutionary companion, the suicide note of Comrade Armani Domingo, an internationalist fighter."

Her suicide note? Suicide note before suicide?

After reacting, Wei Ran hurriedly said, "I am very honored to have the opportunity to advance this matter."

"We will go to China"

Hanica sat down again, picked up the cup of tea that Wei Ran had just made for her and took a sip, "Before that, you can take Comrade Yu Yanlin's ashes back."

After saying that, Hanica raised her cup and looked at the tea that was rising and falling inside, "Chinese tea is very delicious. I remember my father said that those great soldiers once agreed to drink coffee and pasta together after the war ended, and Chinese tea together."

“So there is a pasta?”

Wei Ran asked suddenly, bluntly and naturally, "It took us almost 15 hours to get here. Mrs. Hanica, can we have delicious pasta?"

"Yes! Of course!"

Mrs. Hanica smiled happily, "Don't worry, although this is Barcelona, ​​I will let you eat the most authentic pasta."

"Maybe we'll leave after we finish our pasta"

Wei Ran said apologetically, "I want to take Comrade Yu Yanlin back to China as soon as possible."

"It's okay, I believe we will meet again."

Mrs. Hanica, who had just sat down, stood up confidently and left the cafe alone, "I'll prepare pasta for you now."

"Are you that Mr. Victor?"

It was not until this time that the young man named Clermont came up and asked in French, "The historian who holds pink lace panties with cracked American and chairs?"

"If those two pairs of pink lace panties were covered with shit and urine," Wei Ran smiled self-deprecatingly, "that should be me."

"Mr. Victor, how did you find this?"

Clermon asked curiously, "Also, are those beautiful girls really your girlfriend?"

"This is a secret," Wei Ran said with a smile, "both issues are secrets."

"I knew it would be the answer"

Clermont was not surprised by this and said, "Mr. Victor, can you teach me how to find so many girlfriends at the same time?"

"You want to?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

"Of course, of course!"

Clermon said for granted, "If you are willing to teach me, I am willing to introduce my sister to... Ouch!"

Before he could finish his stupid words, the lazy girl named Amani had picked up a silver bean spoon and knocked on his forehead.

"If you say another stupid word of the letter, I'll stuff you into the grinder and turn it all day." Amani angrily slammed Clermont's head and taught a lesson.

"How old are you two this year?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"19 years old"

Amani threw the bean measuring spoon into the pool and lay down on the bar again, while there was a rotating hand-cranked coffee grinder, saying, "Also, don't make any idea of ​​me."

"My good reputation has been ruined," Wei Ran muttered helplessly.

"hey-hey"

Sui Sui, who had been listening to the translator just now, just smiled proudly. Wei Ran's reputation was at least 80% thanks to her, and now such a scene is what she hopes to see. Isn't it? Another potential competitor is missing.

"Didn't you go to college?" Wei Ran asked a new question curiously.

“We attended a short-term university”

Clermont, who was rinsing the bean spoon, explained, "The coffee brew we learned can save a lot of unnecessary tuition."

"It's really saved a lot of tuition."

Amani, who was like a cat, yawned a long time and said, stretching, "But at least one of us should learn how to manage our business."

"I will send you when we make enough money." Clermont made a pampering promise, obviously, the relationship between their siblings is very good.

"Mr. Victor, are you really willing to invite us to play in China?"

Amani asked a stupid question with interest, "Isn't I really going to sell us?"

"No, of course not." Wei Ran gave a positive answer slightly helplessly.

Before Clermont and Amani said something, the door of the cafe was pushed open, and then an old lady who was about 90 years old had already hurriedly walked in.

"That's our great-grandfather, Comrade Esidel"

Clermont whispered, "She likes to call her gay, and in addition, she knows French and Italian."

"Comrade Esthele"

Wei Ran left the high stool again, took the initiative to say hello to the other party, and also extended his hand and held it with the other party's hand.

"You are my Hanica said on the phone, are you a postman from China?"

Estheel asked, holding Wei Ran's hand tightly, and her old but bright eyes glanced at the silver can in Wei Ran's arms again and again.

"Yes, it's me."

Wei Ran looked straight at the other party and replied seriously, "Sorry, I'm late."

"It's not too late, it's not too late at all."

Esthere pulled Wei Ran to sit down at the coffee table not far away, and at the same time, he also snapped his fingers with a crisp still crisp sound, "Amani, good girl, give me a cup of Italian coffee, don't have sugar, don't have milk, and don't add extra water."

"Okay-!" Amani responded with a long voice.

"So, comrade postman, what do you want to drink?" Estheel asked with a smile.

Hearing the help of Sisters Sui Sui and Kajianka to get the flag, notes, and even his briefcase and suitcase on the table. Wei Ran then opened his not-so-large suitcase and said, "I also want a cup of coffee, add enough sugar, add enough milk, and add some extra hot water."

"OK--!"

Clermont responded in a funny way tone of his beloved sister Amani, and, without any surprise, was gently knocked on his forehead by the newly washed bean measuring spoon.

However, the fight between the two brothers and sisters did not attract Esidel's attention as usual, and her eyes were all placed on the flag.

“I seemed to have seen this flag when I was very young”

Esthele said regretfully, "I was too young at that time, maybe only four or five years old or younger. I just vaguely remembered it, not even sure if my memory was real.

But my husband has seen this flag, and he even took a photo of Comrade Clermont and Comrade Amani, and my mother Hanica holding the flag with him.”

"I just saw that photo there."

Wei Ran said, and had already taken out the super Iconta camera from his suitcase that was taken out of his horse-haired bag in advance. "I guess he must have taken it with this camera."

"Oh—! Where did you find it?!"

Estel asked in surprise, "I have an impression of this camera! I remember this camera! It was brought to us by Aunt Amani from China to Italy! I remember it was Mr. Clermont's camera before!"

“Yes”

Wei Ran gently placed the camera in front of this "living little guy" and said, "Please hold it away, I'll bring it back."

Upon hearing this, the elderly Estel had a moment of trance.

Just at this moment, Clermont and Amani also brought two cups of coffee in a silver-skin hammer-patterned eggshell cup, and placed them in front of Esthele and Wei Ran respectively.

Just as they each asked, one cup was not added with sugar, no milk, and no extra water. The other cup was added with enough sugar, enough milk, and a small amount of hot water was added to it as Americans were used to.

"Postman, do you need any compensation?"

Esthele picked up the camera and asked, "This camera is even just an ordinary collection..."

"certainly"

Wei Ran asked without waiting for the other party to finish his sentence, "Several authentic pasta that can fill all of us."

"My Hanica has gone to prepare for you."

Esdel put the camera aside and confidently said the bold words that Hanica had just said, "Although this is Barcelona, ​​you can eat the most authentic pasta."

“I’m looking forward to it very much”

Wei Ran said, picking up the sweet and rich milky coffee in front of him and pouring the boss a bite, then took the initiative to start a new topic, "I heard from your daughter Mrs. Hanica that you also brought a suicide note."

"It's true, I almost forgot. Sorry, I'm old and my memory has declined to the point where I feel scared."
To be continued...