1986: My Happy Life in Provence

Chapter 94 I Love Lourmarin [Please read more!!!]

The media were informed in advance that they would interview a vendor selling rosé wine and Chinese food.

But the contact person had already sent them all of Ronan's information in advance, including but not limited to his height, weight, when he arrived in Provence, where his home was, what he sold, how he sold it, and why he sold it. This information was enough to write something with good content.

Hearing the hawking, the reporters took out their notebooks and cameras, but they had no interest in "interviewing".

"You're wearing a shirt. Are you trying to hint to customers that you're from Paris?" The male reporter in a blue shirt took a few photos of Ronan.

Blanco suddenly became nervous.

Ronan is not an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life. He is still young and energetic. Can he bear to hear such rude words right away?

Ronan enthusiastically handed over a glass of pink wine:

"This is the pink wine of Provence. God loves Provence. This magical land is the earliest, largest and best pink wine producing area in the world! The veins of the land of Provence are pulsating with pink blood and flowing with pink memories!"

The female reporter wearing sunglasses opened her notebook and asked mechanically:
"Why did you leave Paris and live in Provence? Is it because you can't live in Paris anymore?"

Sylvie stared at the bottle of wine next to Ronan with a dead look on her face.

My God, he finished half the bottle in less than an hour.

He's not going to hit those damn reporters on the head with a bottle, is he?
Unexpectedly, Ronan also gave the female reporter a glass of pink wine:

"Pink wine is perfect for hot weather, and served chilled, it goes really well with meat and seafood."

The female reporter didn't answer, but looked at Ronan with a frown.

She smelled strongly of alcohol.

Didn't anyone tell this guy he was going to be interviewed?
Ronan picked up the wine bottle at hand and gulped down several gulps:

"Pink wine is perfect for hot weather. I have to drink several bottles on days when I'm not driving. By the way, does anyone want to eat sweet and sour pork? Pink wine goes perfectly with it!"

Blanco and other Lourmarin government staff: “?”

What's happening here?
After that, no matter what difficult or unreasonable questions the reporters asked, Ronan's answer was always rosé wine and sweet and sour pork.

After a stalemate of one or two minutes, the female reporter wearing sunglasses put them on her forehead and looked at Ronan carefully:
“Why are you so into pink wine?”

Ronan shrugged and said:
"Because it's really delicious, isn't it? You see, you finished a glass without realizing it."

The female reporter stopped talking and started writing seriously in her notebook.

The male reporter in the blue shirt put down his camera:

“Give me some sweet and sour pork.”

"You made the right decision," Ronan pointed at him.

“What does it taste like?”

"It's a flavor you'll definitely like. Anyone else want one?"

Blanco and others who were not far away did not dare to say a word.

These annoying reporters can actually speak properly?

The interview with Ronan was only a small part of the media's visit to Lourmarin. After drinking rosé wine and sweet and sour pork, they would leave and go to the next part of the tour.

But before leaving, the male reporter in the blue shirt asked Ronan to pose again while drinking from a bottle:

"You don't need to drink it, just make that move."

What is posing?
Ronan simply did all the rest.

"Oh my God, I should have brought a camera, this is so cool!" The male reporter squatted, spread his legs, and posed in search of the best shooting angle.

The female reporter also asked a few questions seriously before leaving:
"There are so many unique villages in Luberon, why did you choose to settle in Lourmarin?" After seeing Ronan's previous performance, everyone thought he was going to talk nonsense again, but Ronan answered seriously:
"Lourmarin is a beautiful village. There are not many villagers, but they are all very enthusiastic. There is no distinctive mountain scenery, but there are beautiful valleys. The commercialization level of the village is not high, so the ancient monuments have not been destroyed. Every morning when I open the window to look at the scenery outside, I will think that I am the happiest person in the world. Lourmarin is a village that needs to be 'savored carefully'. Its charm lies in every bit of life."

The female reporter raised her head:
"What attracts you most to Lourmarin?"

"What attracts me most," Ronan repeated in a low voice.

What attracts me most?

He looked around unconsciously.

There were many villagers watching the fun around, many of whom were his acquaintances.

Ronan saw Pierre with a smirk on his face, the honest Alain, the elderly Blanco, the fat little Cornell who had no sense of existence but taught him a lot about grapes, Henry with a mouth full of rotten teeth, and Zoe who had arrived at some point in time.

There are many others who are not here, but they are in Ronan's heart.

Together, these people pieced together Ronan's happy 1986.

"I love the people here, and I also love Lourmarin." Ronan's lips curled up into a beautiful arc.

Sylvie felt her nose getting sour for some reason, and sniffed twice:

"He loves Lourmarin so much."

Blanco quietly left the crowd.

You don’t need to follow the rest of the trip.

He had a hunch - the bet was right.

The flow of people at the Lourmarin market cannot be compared with that of the village of Mena.

Ronan only sold a few hundred francs at his first stall, but he earned more than 2000 francs when he first sold food in Mena Village.

But the good news is that at the market in Mena village the next day, his income reached a new high of more than 7000 francs, and his net profit was several hundred more than last week.

Ronan paid Leah and Vieri their due wages, and also bought Vieri a new pair of football match pants at the market.

Vieri almost cried for the second time in two days. He promised Ronan that he would try his best in the game and invited Ronan to watch his game.

The arrival of the reporter did not seem to bring any changes to Ronan's life.

His attention began to turn to the upcoming Labor Day holiday. His high school classmate Thor was about to visit his house, so he had to make some preparations.

But the week before Labor Day, everything suddenly changed.

This story begins with a phone call.

One morning, Ronan was about to drive to Louis's house to take Leah and Zoe to buy the very famous melons from Provence. Freddy said that this delicious fruit, which would make people remember it for a lifetime after eating it, was now on the market.

Before leaving, the phone rang, and the caller was Louis.

"You're at home again today?" Ronan said fearfully, "You don't have to go with us. I heard those melons are quite expensive."

Louis used his work skills on Ronan and said bluntly:

"You're famous! The latest issue of The Coast has two full pages dedicated to you. It says there's a 'madman' in Lourmarin, a 'madman' who's obsessed with rosé wine to the point of going crazy!"

The sound of rapidly shuffling papers continued to be heard on the other end of the line. Apparently Louis had called as soon as he found out about this.

Then came an even more shocked voice:

"Oh my God! The back cover is actually a picture of you drinking. It's so big!"

(End of this chapter)