lonely barcelona

Chapter 11

Ji Mo sat at the table closest to the bar—she would sit here every time because it was convenient to communicate with the old man—sipped a few sips of coffee, thoughtful, and said goodbye to the old man today, because tomorrow morning To leave Barcelona and head to Madrid.Somehow it is difficult to speak, is it because he is afraid that the old man will be unhappy that he has abandoned Barcelona and went to Madrid?

Ji Mo raised the corners of his mouth, parted his lips lightly, and shouted, "Vicente!" That was the old man's name.

"Hi!" The old man raised his head, stopped what he was doing, and looked around.

Ji Mo got up and walked into the bar, clasped his hands slightly, leaned over the desk, and said softly but forcefully: "I want to drink a glass of sherry!"

"Jazmin, what's wrong with you?" This is the old man's Spanish name for Ji Mo, which means Jasmine in Chinese, and there is a word "Mo" in Ji Mo's name, which is the same as "Mo" in Jasmine; but it is more because of that A girl who can sing "Jasmine Flower".

"I'm leaving tomorrow." Ji Mo rested his forehead on his hands, watching the old man pour wine for himself.

"The work is over, are you going back to your country?"

"No, not yet, just going to Madrid."

"Oh, come back?"

"Who knows!" Ji Mo leaned on his left arm sideways.

"Do you have something on your mind?" The old man slowly pushed the old wine glass in front of Ji Mo.

Ji Mo picked up the wine glass and shook it gently twice. The crystal amber danced an elegant waltz in the transparent glass wine glass. This is not an ordinary white grape, but the "Spanish sunshine in a bottle" written by Shakespeare. ".

"I'm reluctant to leave here." Ji Mo took a sip of the sunshine in the wine glass, which tasted a bit like fermented sour apples.

"Haha!" The old man laughed heartily, and put a plate of raw ham in front of Ji Mo, "Are you going to Canaretes Avenue?"

"I've been there, what's the matter?" Ji Mo thought that the old man would be reluctant to leave by himself, so he laughed out loud for some reason.

"Have you ever drank from the spring there?"

"No." Ji Mo shook his head.

"Ah, then you should have a drink, because whoever drinks from the spring of Canale is sure to return to Barcelona."

"Unfortunately, there is no time." Ji Mo lowered his head, looking a little melancholy.

"Go now!"

Ji Mo raised his eyes to look at the old man, then withdrew his eyes, and turned his eyes to the white and moist jasmine on the table. He reached out and took out a wrinkled blue ticket from the windbreaker pocket, smoothed it with a wine glass, and handed it to the old man. to the old man.

The handwriting of "Aurora, 632950806" was also a little blurry, but the old man read it carefully, "This is a mobile phone number. Aurora, what a beautiful name."

"Yeah." Ji Mo nodded silently.

"You want to find her?"

"En." Ji Mo nodded again.

"Then call her!"

"I~" Ji Mo hesitated, "I don't know why I'm looking for her!"

"Chat with her, say goodbye to her." The old man spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders, "Just like we are now." Then he took out an orange landline from the inside of the bar, and handed the receiver to Ji Mo.

Ji Mo looked at the old man, then at the phone, hesitantly took the receiver, took a deep breath, and dialed the number.

"Beep...beep...beep..." The phone rang, saying something Ji Mo couldn't understand at all, Ji Mo frowned, and said timidly: "Hello!"

The other side of the phone is still in an orderly rhythm, speaking a foreign language in a soft tone.Ji Mo panicked for a moment, and hastily threw the microphone to the old man.

With a doubtful expression, the old man picked up the microphone again and put it close to his ear. The old man's expression gradually relaxed, he hung up the phone, and told Ji Mo: "Manual notification, not in the service area."

"So that's how it is." Ji Mo pressed his chest, slumped on the bar chair, and sipped the sherry with a relieved expression, not realizing that the glass had bottomed out, and smiled wryly at the old man.

Seeing Ji Mo flipping through his wallet, the old man hastily said, "I invite you to do it for you today."

Ji Mo closed his wallet, covered his cheeks with his hands, and smiled gratefully: "Vicente, thank you!"

After finishing speaking, he turned and walked towards the door. The moment he was about to push the door, the old man called himself "Jazmin" softly from behind.

The moment he turned his head, an outstretched arms appeared in front of his eyes. With tears in his eyes, Ji Mo walked into that big embrace with a smile, feeling the warm and affectionate hug with his arms closed.

Like a father, the old man caressed Ji Mo's withered black hair, and said softly, "Son, even if you haven't had a drink, you can still come back if you want."