The sun rises in the east and shines on the Seine not far away.

The morning glow in Paris changes color, from pink to golden, and even the clouds are dyed the same color.

This is a high ground on the banks of the Seine, and the famous Dutch architect Rem Koolhaas just designed Villa Daryawa is right in front of Han Xuan's eyes.

The balcony offers a panoramic view of Paris, surrounded by 19th-century houses that served as holiday homes for the wealthy.

In the distance, on the Champ de Mars, one of the symbols of France, stands the 300-meter-high Eiffel Tower, and the cruise ship in the middle of the river begins to work, driving slowly.

The villa of the old Boris, also built at the end of the 19th century, was bought from a nobleman a few years ago, covering an area of more than 2,000 square meters.

The pointed roof is covered with dark blue tiles, and the walls are a little yellowish over the centuries, and moss grows in thumb-thick stone cracks.

In the yard, there are two rows of French plane trees growing on the side of the road, and the yellow leaves the size of a palm are all over the ground, and the fluffy plane fruits are smashed on the ground, and if you don't look carefully, you think they are hairy chestnuts.

Four or five black-skinned and white-bellied magpies stood on the branches of the tree and kept barking, and after dinner yesterday, Boris chattered for more than two hours, hearing him say that he also had a granddaughter, and it seemed that the wooden swing chair under the tree was also prepared for her.

The room had just been renovated, with a brown-black floor under his feet, and the furniture looked very historic, at least Han Xuan liked the oak table in the corner.

This famous European tycoon in the oil and chemical industry tirelessly showed off his nouveau riche taste. Descend the stairs through the hallway, the top is covered with crystal lamps, and there is a statue on the side of the two steps.

Han Xuan didn't know these paintings, but he saw three of Dürer's paintings alone.

The maid was setting breakfast on the table, and it was hard to imagine how he could have made it so splendid without the yellow light.

Maybe it's the gold leaf next to the cutlery, the brightly colored murals on top, and the silver lamps.

The old man was wearing pajamas, it was still early and he was not in a hurry to go out, and when he saw the boy coming, he greeted with a smile: "Good morning, how was your sleep last night? ”

"Not bad, thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Boris. ”

"Don't be so polite, just call me Boris, or the old man. Old Boris smiled and said, "Laura has taken your parents to visit the garden, and she likes it, little man, would you like a whiskey to refresh yourself?"

"In the United States, you are going to be arrested and imprisoned, although I want to, but I am not old enough. Han Xuan shrugged.

"Haha, Alice, pour him a cup of coffee. Old Boris stood up and said to the maid at the door.

He looked at the boy again and said, "Do you want to eat first, or will I take you to the flower room to have a look?"

"Excuse me, Mr. Boris, go to my parents. ”

"You're welcome, follow me, it's just to the east. The old man pushed the boy out of the door, and when he saw the maid bringing the coffee, he said, "Put it there first, and we'll be back in a moment." ”

The big magpies in the yard are not afraid of people, young and old walk on the path, they also follow alongside, the garden is indeed not far, two or three minutes away.

At the end of the path is a glass conservatory of more than 100 square meters, the walls are stained with mist, and only faint figures and various colors can be seen.

The old man pushed open the door, and the heat quickly gushed out, Han Xuan tilted his head and looked, it turned out that it was full of tulips, this kind of flower originally bloomed in April and May, but now purple, yellow, pink, and black are intertwined, competing in the greenhouse.

There were some potted plants hanging above his head, the branches and leaves drooped down, and they all touched Han's father's hair, and when he saw his son coming, he said: "We just planned to go back, and now it's just time to finish eating, and there are more people waiting in line." ”

"Where to go?" the boy asked.

Old Boris patted him on the shoulder: "You'll know when the time comes." ”

I went back to the house and hurriedly ate breakfast, changed my clothes and waited for departure.

Baptiste found an extended Cadillac and helped open the door to let them in, but the old man didn't scold him, which made the young man a little frightened, and he didn't even dare to start the car too fast.

Paris will always be Paris, and even in these nineties, its history is still reflected in sculptures and architecture.

Some of the houses on the side of the road, with white walls, wide balconies, and pointed red roofs, look like fairytale castles made of building blocks.

The car drives on the Jena Bridge, the Seine flows quietly at the feet, and the pleasure boats shuttle through it, it is a historical river, like the Rhine in Germany, the Thames in England, every city has a good river.

Soon came to the pier, a cruise ship more than ten meters long stopped next to it, and the old man showed a smiling face: "Get off, this is the little guy I just bought, you are the first guests." ”

"Aren't you going there?" Han Xuan said, pointing to the Eiffel Tower.

"Of course not, what you can see on it can also be seen in my house, it's just an iron lump, it's not fun, you can take a picture here if you want." ”

"yes, how about taking a picture?" Baptiste pulled out of his camera out of nowhere and turned back, the boy nodding speechlessly.

I found a tourist to help, and after everyone took a group photo, the whole family took a few photos alone, and now the digital camera has just come out for a few years, and the old-fashioned film can't see the picture, Han Xuan pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, and he could only hope that Baptiste's photography skills would not be too bad.

Immediately after boarding the boat, visitors will let out a burst of cheers when they meet the oncoming passenger boat.

After the Alexandrius III Bridge, you can see the Grand Palace on the Champs-Élysées, built for the 1900 Universal Exhibition, with the Place de la Concorde to the east and the famous Arc de Triomphe to the west.

Passing by the Greek temple-style National Assembly building, Baptiste opens his mouth to the Musée d'Orsay on the Left Bank, opposite which is the Louvre.

"Captain, please stop at the side!" shouted old Boris, standing at the bow of the boat, lest he not hear, and asked Baptiste to speak.

Approaching the pier, the group got off the boat and walked straight to the Louvre.

It's only nine o'clock now, and there is a long queue at the door, the old man frowned, took out his mobile phone, didn't know what to say, and soon a middle-aged man came out and helped them open the back door.

At the entrance of the Louvre, the glass pyramid has just been built for a few years, and it looks very new.

There are too many things that I don't remember, and there are three priceless ones that make Han Xuan remember deeply.

They are the statue of Venus, the goddess of love, the statue of victory and Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa painting, which are the "Three Treasures of the Louvre" according to middle-aged people.

There are more than 6,000 pieces inside, exquisite porcelain of the Chinese dynasties, and more than 200 pieces of Tang and Song Dynasty paintings, the golden pagoda in front of the boy's eyes, the gilded pagoda of the Old Summer Palace is written on the sign, and I just saw the "Female History Map" of Gu Kaizhi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

For more than three hours, I only saw part of it, and the Huaxia Pavilion was almost finished.

The boy offered to go, and everyone nodded happily and continued the cruise on the Seine, all the way to Notre-Dame Cathedral, crossing a total of 23 bridges.

This time, Han Xuan was lying on the chair and refused to go down.

The cruise ship slowly returned.