Chapter 847 Normal State of Mind
“…Good morning, wow, what’s the aroma?”
As soon as he opened the door, Connor’s nose moved, and the rich and mellow aroma made his stomach rumble. When he screamed, his salivary glands reacted first before his eyes could find the target. He couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and the next second he could see the scattered bread on the table.
The freshly baked bread has a beautiful caramel color luster, and its ordinary appearance firmly catches the eye, making people unable to take their eyes away.
Lily sat at the dining table and gave Connor a big smile.
"The marathon runner is finally back. Hurry, breakfast is ready."
"Now I finally know why the French are so insistent on bread. The difference is indeed different."
>Connor quickly scanned the circle and rubbed his hands secretly, "It does look different, at least the color is different from the bread in Germany and the Netherlands."
Lily smiled directly, "In fact, I still I really like the alkaline bread in Munich; but the one here in Paris is really different. Look at Miles, he didn’t plan to have breakfast.”
On the side, Miles raised himself and tore it open. Bread, gestured to Connor, stuffed it into his mouth, looking like he was savoring it carefully.
Connor's face was full of curiosity, and he sat down and looked around quickly, "Where's the jam?"
Lily shook her head, "Anson said that these breads don't need to be paired with jam, and all breads can be spread with jam. , that’s a typical American way of eating.”
Connor looked sad, “I’ve long heard that the French don’t like Americans, especially in Paris, and I can feel it now.”
Having said that, Connor still stuffed a small piece of bread into his mouth and chewed it carefully. The faint aroma of wheat spread between his lips and teeth. It was fragrant but not sweet, slightly chewy but not at all. It sticks to your teeth, and the aroma of baking and fermentation instantly fills your mouth, making you feel happy involuntarily.
Shocked!
Connor looked at Lily with astonishment on his face.
Lily shrugged lightly, "See, I told you."
Connor couldn't hide his surprise, "Where did you buy this from?"
Just right. , Anson finished taking a shower, opened the bathroom door and walked out, "It's the bakery on the corner of the apartment downstairs."
"Is there a bakery there?" Connor came back from running and didn't notice at all.
Anson wiped his hair with a bath towel, "It's that small, inconspicuous-looking store. The bread is baked four times a day. Once the baking time comes, there will be a long queue, and then the bread is sold out and the crowd disperses."
Connor couldn't help but stuffed another mouthful of bread, "Then there will probably be no one when I come back. No wonder there is no movement at all."
Lily added, "Anson said that Parisians think the most Delicious bread comes from the small workshops at your doorstep. Here, almost no one goes to chain stores. Wait, is there a large chain bakery in Paris?"
Anson shrugged lightly, "There should be. Specially open to tourists."
Connor opened his mouth slightly, "Now I finally know why they can recognize me as a tourist at a glance. The trap is here."
Miles looked at Anson, "You're not going to dress like this today, are you?"
Anson looked down at himself, "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"
White T-shirt with jeans -
Period.
This is all, unremarkable, ordinary, nothing special at all, and it will not attract attention at all if it is thrown on the street.
Connor also glanced at Anson, "That's why no one can recognize Anson."
Anson's face was calm, "If they need to rely on my name tag to recognize me, then it's okay if they can't recognize me." Well, there is no need to maintain the Hollywood aura.”
Lily was not surprised, “Isn’t he always like that throughout the European tour?”
Low-key and simple, just as it sounds. As described, a road trip is just a road trip. The starlight has completely faded. They eat and live with the band, and they are just like a group of college students on youth tour.
Not to mention passers-by, Lily and the others are also not used to it. The last time I recorded an album with Anson, "Spider-Man" continued to create records. Anson became famous overnight and immediately reached a height that they could not touch.
This time Anson and Anson embarked on an album promotion journey. The lingering influence of the "cat and mouse game" continued to spread, and Anson became a candidate for Hollywood's next superstar.
Every time we meet, our views are refreshed.
But what’s interesting is that Anson is still the same Anson, and it seems that he has never changed; moreover, it is neither a disguise nor a performance, and the real daily life together can make them deeply feel Anson’s sincerity and simplicity.
Change your mind again and again, refresh your concepts again and again.
And now Lily and the others have slowly gotten used to Anson like this.
What happened to Miles?
Miles exhaled slightly and explained, "But this is Paris."
Anson, "So?"
Miles thought he should How to explain to Anson that Paris is special. This city is not only a romantic city, but also a city of art. Music, movies, dramas, books, etc., all can be found in this city——< br>
Maybe the band can find adventure here? Maybe this is the opportunity for the band to shine? Maybe the city finally understands how special the band is?
Don’t forget, the use of classical instruments is the characteristic of the band.
Before embarking on the journey, they all had hopes that maybe they would find a soulmate who truly understood how to appreciate the band's music in a certain European city, and realized that they were seeking innovation at the intersection of the music industry. 's music is a treasure for this day and age -
worth digging.
Then the band blew up, just like "The Tonight Show."
But the reality is cruel, even cold and bloody.
A bucket of cold water was poured down like this, and one bucket after another, endlessly.
With Anson's encouragement, the band got back on their feet and continued on the road; however, the longings deep in their hearts were still about to stir.
Maybe, what about the next city?
Like "Roman Holiday", these cities on the European continent are always pregnant with miracles.
Or, what about Paris?
Look at Miles, he was dressed up today, but when he saw Anson still dressed simply in a T-shirt and jeans, Miles, who had always been calm, could not help but exclaim.
Miles looked at Anson who had a calm face, "So this is Paris."
Anson lightly shrugged, "If we didn't get off the wrong car, then this is indeed Paris, it shouldn't be Amsterdam.”
Myers:…
Connor laughed heartily, "Miles, normality, remember? Normality. Our mentality will directly affect the color of the music. We should maintain a normality, otherwise the music will not taste right."
Anson patted Connor on the shoulder, picked up a croissant and stuffed it into his mouth, "We all understand the truth, but life is not that easy. So, let's just let nature take its course."
< br>"Miles can dress up, or you can continue to appear in a tramp look."
In the first half, Connor was still nodding seriously, but the last sentence made him choke, and he was about to protest, But his throat was blocked by bread.
"Cough, Anson, cough..."
Anson laughed cheerfully, "Get ready, get ready, we are getting ready to go out. There is a performance waiting for us today."
Laughter swirled around the apartment, and his mood suddenly became brighter.
(End of this chapter)