1986: My Happy Life in Provence

Chapter 26 Are you this kind of Ronan?
There is no asphalt road in front of Ronan's house, just a simple dirt road.

Elena stepped on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, holding up her expensive skirt, and walked towards the two-story yellow stone house, cursing all the way.

When she was about ten meters away from her destination, she suddenly saw a person "climbing" out from the second floor of the house.

A young man with black hair and extremely fine facial features poked his head out of a window on the second floor, then stepped out one leg and sat horizontally on the window. He picked up a hammer in one hand and started knocking on a certain place. Every time he knocked, a white mist would come out of his mouth.

The snow had not melted yet, and Elena still felt cold even after putting on two sets of thermal pants, but the man was only wearing a thin black sweater.

Isn't he cold?

Elena looked up for a long time, and when she came to her senses, she had already reached the house.

That's Ronan?
It was totally different from what she had imagined.

It doesn't seem impossible.
No no no, stop!
I just came to complete the mission. When this silly boy is frightened by my enthusiasm and refuses in a hurry, the mission will be accomplished!

Don't let your beauty go to your head, Elena. Many men are only good-looking from the side. You've suffered this before.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" Ronan finally spotted the stranger below.

Elena felt her heart skip a beat.

The front face looks better?
I actually think a yellow-skinned person is pretty?!
Elena cleared her throat and said in a standard ladylike manner and tone:
"Hello, I'm Elena, Theo and Lucas's sister."

Ronan still sat sideways on the window and asked curiously:

"What's up?"

He hadn't seen Theo for a long time, and had only seen Lucas once.

Why did their sister come to see me?
Elena felt that Ronan was being unreasonable. She had spoken in such a ladylike manner, so why didn't he come down?
"What are you doing?" What could be more important than entertaining a beautiful lady?

"I'm replacing the windows." Ronan replied.

"Change the window yourself?" Elena covered her mouth exaggeratedly.

Didn’t Theo say that Ronan was a truffle hunter? How come he could also do the work of a craftsman?

Lucas, who also makes a living by digging truffles, doesn't know how to change the windows!

Ronan shrugged calmly:

"Yes, I have changed four."

"Four?" Elena's expression became even more exaggerated, and she could no longer maintain her ladylike image.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of leaving, Ronan climbed out of the window and stepped onto the sloping roof.

"Oh my God! What are you doing?" Elena raised her hands uncontrollably as if to support him, fearing that Ronan would accidentally fall.

"That room is full of tools. I'll go in through another window and open the door for you." As he said that, Ronan bent down and went into the window next to him, and his figure disappeared.

Elena patted her chest.

Not only was Ronan's appearance different from what she had imagined, his personality was also different.

He is more Provencal than some Provencals.

The 'Provençal' here refers to those who are reckless but know their limits, direct but not rude, brave but not lacking in brains.

Simply put, he is the manly man that Elena likes.

And when Ronan stood face to face with her, Elena felt that Ronan was more "manly".

Residents of southern France are generally short in height and are often "ridiculed" by people from other provinces because of this.

Here, a man is considered tall if he is 175cm tall.

Elena has an inexplicable liking for Germans because they are tall and strong.

Although Ronan is only 179cm tall, he definitely has a height advantage in Provence.

My God, Ronan actually meets my aesthetic standards in every aspect?

"What's up?" Ronan opened the door and invited Elena in. But he had no intention of pouring coffee or wine for the guest.

After saving up 100 happiness points by playing with Xiao Hei and drinking in the old tavern to upgrade [Construction] to level 2, Ronan started repairing the windows without stopping.

After careful evaluation, he decided to replace the windows with the biggest air leaks in the second-floor bedrooms and the first floor first, do a round of emergency remedial work on the others, and then replace them slowly.

Only half of the windows in the second-floor bedroom have been replaced. That is the most critical area, and all of them must be replaced today. He never wants to sleep in a leaky house again.

Ronan looked at Elena anxiously.

What's the matter? Tell me what you are looking at. Is there something written on my face?

Elena came to her senses and rubbed her face to hide her guilt.

I had already thought about what to say when I met Ronan, but now I was too embarrassed to speak.

If Ronan refuses my confession, how can I explain to Lucas when I go back? Will that rude guy believe me?

What if Ronan agrees. Hehe, hehehe.

"I'm here to invite you to the party on behalf of my two brothers," Elena said immediately.

Lucas is a lucky guy.

I won’t bother you this time!

Ronan's first reaction was to find a reason to refuse. He guessed that the theme of the party would definitely revolve around truffles.

He had been so exhausted by the damn northwest wind these days that he hadn't thought about that matter at all.

But the opportunity to attend a party at a rich family's house was rare, and he had always intended to expand his social circle. After thinking it over again and again, Ronan finally agreed:
"Okay, I'll be there on time."

After seeing off the strange Elena, Ronan just returned to the second floor to continue changing the window when the phone rang.

Zoe's voice was a little low, and Ronan immediately thought of something bad:
"Mena Village rejected us?"

Zoe paused:
"Well, I heard from a ceramic shop owner I know that there are hundreds of applications to set up stalls in Mena Village every month, and the number of approvals has always been controlled within 10."

Ronan touched his head:
"Don't be discouraged. There are so many villages in Provence. We can apply for other ones."

Zoe asked worriedly:

"So what are you going to do this week?"

"The weather has been bad these days, so I didn't go out." Ronan looked at the snow outside.

"That's good." Zoe was relieved for the time being, and said in an unusually firm tone, "I will definitely solve the problem of setting up the stall next week, you don't have to worry."

A full sense of security. Ronan sighed.

"Contact me anytime, I will try my best to find a solution."

"Okay, contact me anytime."

After returning home, Elena received rare praise from her brother Lucas.

Having tasted the sweetness, she planned to keep working harder to win it as soon as possible. No, no, no, she meant to help her brother and Ronan unite their camps as soon as possible.

The last time we met, she deliberately didn't mention the time of the party because she just made it up on the spur of the moment.

She explained to Ronan that the date of the party should be determined based on the list of guests who could attend.

Now that the date has been set, even though she knows Ronan's home phone number, she still chooses to deliver the letter in person.

She walked happily on the dirt road in front of Ronan's house, which had become muddy due to melting snow, and did not find it difficult or disgusting at all.

After adjusting her skirt and arranging it at what she thought was the best angle, she knocked on the door.

Unexpectedly, the person who opened the door was not Ronan, but a woman who was completely unexpected to Elena.

Her grace and dignity vanished in an instant.

(End of this chapter)