Richard said, "Oh, that's a nice dream you have, you seem to be a good hearted person, even your dreams are linked to helping others, but what you say takes a lot of work, maybe you need a lifetime to pursue it ..."
Bai Yun said, "Yes, it will take a lifetime, maybe longer, maybe it will never come true, it will just be a dream in name only ..."
Richard looked at Bai Yun with encouraging eyes and said, "Don't be discouraged, you're still young, it's better to have a dream than no dream at all, having a dream can give your life a purpose and make it more fulfilling, I think a life without a dream is meaningless ... Maybe it's too late to talk about that, let's talk about something The actual reason you want to go to Provence is because of the footprints of the masters of art there?"
Bai Yun said, "Of course it's not worth that, I've heard that Provence is the home of lavender and lavender is my favourite flower, it's a romantic and evocative flower ..."
Richard said, "The language of lavender?"
Bai Yun froze for a moment and paused to say, "Don't tell me you don't know, the flower language of lavender is waiting for love ..."
Richard raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Oh, how romantic. I've heard that Provence is a place where you can find your dreams and no one who goes there wants to leave it."
With a wistful look on his face, White Cloud said, "And there are so many beautiful legends about Provence, which makes me even more enchanted, but I don't know when I'll get the chance to go there for a trip. ..."
Richard was finding out more and more that White Cloud was a lovely girl who loved to dream and it would be fun to help her make her dreams come true. So he said, "Oh, legends? You know quite a lot, if you tell me about the legends then I can help you realise one part of your dream, I can get you a trip to Provence and if you want I can help you arrange for you to stay there for a while."
Bai Yun stared at him with wide eyes, puzzled, and said, "No way, a few legends for a dream come true? You're not kidding me, besides, everyone knows the legend of Provence ..."
Richard looked at her as she stared at him and said happily, "But I love hearing you tell me about it, not to mention helping you make your dream of visiting Provence come true not only because of a few legends, but because you helped me when I needed it most, and to tell you the truth, I may not be a billionaire, but at the moment I think I have everything I want. I don't lack for anything and I can say that I rarely get to ask for help without special circumstances ... so the help you gave me that day was very, very important to me and you made me feel like I was being helped again ... "
I want to tell you the legend of Provence as soon as possible and then I can travel to the place I've dreamed of for so long ..."
Richard looked at her, she was so happy at the moment, he didn't know why it was easy for Bai Yun to be happy about such a simple thing, but he felt as if he was infected by her happiness at the moment, he felt this exciting happiness with her, and it seemed he couldn't wait either, "Well, let me remind you that you need a passport, a visa, to go to Provence. You need to follow my instructions to get what you need as soon as possible, I will prepare the forms you need to apply for your passport and visa and leave everything else to me, now you can start telling me the legend of Provence ..."
Bai Yun cleared his throat and gathered his thoughts in order to draw Richard's attention to the legends and especially to actually win a trip to Provence. He had put together stories about Provence that he had read in books or heard from other people. Then, in beautiful, romantic language, with a soft voice and a tone like reading prose, she slowly recounts the first story of Provence in as much detail as possible: "One of the beautiful legends of Provence: this first legend is closely linked to the flowering language of lavender waiting for love. For this first legend tells the story of a little girl in ancient Provence who was waiting for true love. This beautiful little girl grew up in Provence in ancient times. One day, on her way home after picking flowers, she met a young man with a wounded leg who asked her for directions. One day, on her way home after picking flowers, she met a young man with a leg injury who asked her for directions. Although the leg injury and the long journey made the young man look exhausted, she could not hide the young man's gracefulness. The kind-hearted girl took the young man home and looked after him with great care. Every day, the young girl brings him the most beautiful wildflowers from the valley, and the young man is gradually touched by her innocence and beauty. As the days passed, the two of them became inseparable, and the young man's wound gradually improved and healed. The young man thinks of his beautiful home in the distance, full of roses, and asks the little girl to come with him.