["Sir, cedars cannot cross the ocean"
"But your tea smoke has already penetrated half of my life."]
The helmsman of the French family x the Chinese girl in the Chinatown teahouse
Old Nanyang Dream｜Class Gap｜Two-way Redemption｜Food Healing｜HE｜Age Gap 14｜SC
The monsoon rains in Chinatown came suddenly that year, soaking the newly painted signboard of Yu Kee Tea House.
In the white mist of the steamer, eighteen-year-old Yu Juntang raised the back of his flour-stained hands to wipe the sweat, and ran into a pair of eyes like the deep sea——
Lucien de Montignon, the only son at the helm of a century-old French shipping family, is a top Vanity Fair catcher in Singapore.
The flannel suit was wrapped in the cold fragrance of cedar, and the silver watch chain held down the flipped account pages. He pushed the silver dollar on the velvet cushion away with his fingertips: "Excuse me, a cage of barbecued pork buns."
Everyone said that this French gentleman was the cold moon over the colonies:
Believe in Christ and hold the authority, even the heavy rain in the South Sea will detour for him.
Only Yu Juntang has seen him differently——
He would quietly move closer to the kerosene lamp when she was reading at night, and use a collection of French poems to calm the flying pages for her;
He would also tear apart his modesty in the flames of gang violence and open a way for her to survive with his bare hands;
In the banquet hall paved with gold satin, he would suddenly stop for her hair smelling of nasi lemak:
"Stay with me, Tang. It's not charity, it's redemption."
"A gentleman like you deserves roses from the Paris Salon."
She took half a step back, clutching the admission letter from the top prestigious school in the distant world. Behind her were her parents crying in panic in Cantonese.
But he crushed his cigar and chuckled, pushing the tea-stained marriage certificate across the class barrier:
"But my disease only recognizes the fireworks of the world under the five-legged base."
——
Later, the headline of the "Straits Daily News" social page was sensational:
"The French businessman refused to marry a billionaire, and Mrs. Montini walked out of the steamer stove in Chinatown"
And he just wiped the frosting from the corner of her mouth and whispered under the stained window of St. Andrew's Church:
"Do you know why you walked into your little shabby shop in the rain?"
"The cracked mouth of the cage of barbecued pork buns is exactly like the shape of your eyes."
Intention: An independent and free soul is more important than anything else.
