Section 23 Champagne Trail

Ye Feng felt that this was a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding caused by a language barrier, a beautiful, seemingly somewhat regrettable misunderstanding for men. Pull cow cow

A girl, helpless, frightened, just want people around, some protective color rest for a night, very graceful, not demanding.

"Not bad. Cui Zhen'ai said in a low voice, "Do you mind?"

"Of course not. Ye Feng sighed, and finally understood that it was not easy to be a righteous gentleman, he just said softly, "You sleep, with me by your side, you don't have to worry." ”

"You're so nice, thank you. Cui Zhenai raised her head, and the fast Ye Feng kissed her on the cheek, "Ye Feng, I will always remember you." ”

Quickly turned around, the bath towel slid down quickly, just a few more seconds, Cui Zhenai had already burrowed into the quilt, leaving Ye Feng with a white and flawless and wonderful figure, as if it was a shock.

Ye Feng smiled, he didn't expect Cui Zhenai to be so bold and trust him so much, but many times, this kind of trust is usually the responsibility of a righteous gentleman, Ye Feng didn't dare to lie down like her, just lay down with his own clothes, and dimmed the light of the house lamp.

He never imagined that one night he would spend a strange night with a strange woman.

In the dark night, the breathing in the room could be heard, Cui Zhenai's breathing began to be a little rapid, and slowly, it calmed down, Ye Feng knew that it was a state of *** light sleep. I opened my eyes slightly and looked at the *** girl opposite, curled up in the quilt, with a face as holy as an angel.

Although Ye Feng's life is rich and unimaginable to ordinary people, he never thought of it. In this way, she will meet a strange girl, she looks timid, but she is very bold, she dares to leave a room with a stranger who has only been *** for a few hours, she trusts her own judgment, but she has no one to trust! This world is very delicate, and people can meet all kinds of people at any time.

Remembering what happened in the past few years. Ye Feng sighed in his heart, only feeling that the long night was long, but he had no intention of sleeping.

Cui Zhenai suddenly muttered something, even if she was asleep, she couldn't hide the sorrow between her eyebrows, Ye Feng looked at it through the dim light, and a trace of pity rose in her heart.

Pity is not love, it is a mood that men often involuntarily arise for a given woman. If Cui Zhenai wakes up at this moment and asks Ye Feng for help, although Ye Feng has no time to take care of himself, he will still help, this girl obviously has a soft heart.

But she didn't know Ye Feng's identity. She put all of it on the person who asked for help tomorrow, and she begged Ye Feng to stay by her side, just because of the fear in her heart. Ye Feng had no intention of interfering in this world. Everyone has their own way of survival, and he doesn't want to break that rule.

I don't know when, a deep sleepiness came up, Ye Feng closed his eyes, fell asleep, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.

There is no light outside the window*** in, not that the angle of this suite is not good. And only because it's cloudy today.

Feeling the gloom and coldness outside, Ye Feng sighed and his gaze fell on the *** opposite.

That bed was an open space.

Choi Jung-ae is gone.

Ye Feng knew that when Cui Zhenai left, she was silent and silent, but as soon as she got out of bed, Ye Feng had already woken up, and he had an alertness that ordinary people could hardly reach. Zhang Fei was asleep with his eyes open. His eyes were closed, but his subconscious mind was quite awake.

This is a kind of alertness developed by the unfamiliar environment. Ye Feng had already lost it, but he was awakened by Qianqian's Bright Moon Knife, and when he thought of Qianqian, a burst of warmth suddenly rose in Ye Feng's heart, but he also felt a little embarrassed.

He seems to have forgotten Qianqian, but has he really forgotten Qianqian?

Aware that Cui Zhenai was like a rabbit, walking cautiously, he knew that Cui Zhenai didn't want to alarm himself, sex didn't open his eyes, this was a romantic encounter, but there was no need for the hero and heroine to develop further, just take it as a warm past to remember in the future, Ye Feng smiled in his heart, and felt that Cui Zhenai was silently watching him, with a complicated gaze. He heard her quietly walk away again, opened the drawer, wrote something, put it on his bedside, and seemed to want to lean over and kiss herself, but stopped, and after another half an hour, she quietly left.

Ye Feng felt a little stunned in her heart, she came suddenly, and walked silently, like a meteor passing by, leaving only a trace of the trajectory of her heart.

Feeling his sentimentality, for this Korean woman who suddenly appeared in her life, she felt somewhat inexplicable, Ye Feng got up and saw a piece of stationery on the bedside table, which was written in Korean, "Ye Feng, I love you." ”

Ye Feng was stunned, a smile on the corner of his mouth, of course he knew that this kind of love was that kind of love in a broad sense, just like God loves his people, and believers love God, but he still folded the letter paper, put it in his arms, looked around, and found that there was nothing left, went out and went downstairs to check out, only to know that Cui Zhenai had done everything and shrugged his shoulders.

When I got out of the hotel, I felt that the sky was gray, the trees were gray, and Ye Feng's mood was also a little gray. Tourists who come to Paris either go to see the Louvre, or see the Eiffel Tower, or walk down from the Arc de Triomphe, and travel through the famous Champs-Élysées.

Tightening his collar, Ye Feng just got out of the warm quilt, and he didn't eat breakfast, he was a little cold, hesitated, took the subway to ********* station, and out of the station, Ye Feng came to the place where guests who travel to Paris must also go, Notre Dame Cathedral.

In the past, every time he went to Paris, although he couldn't call the front and back, but he rarely walked at night in brocade, he came to Paris many times, but it was the first time to take the subway to Notre Dame Cathedral.

The kind and beautiful Esmeralda is not, and the hypocritical Claude Frollo does not know who. Because everyone's appearance looks well-dressed and serious, no one can see the ugliness in each other's hearts from the outside. Of course, Quasimodo, the bell ringer who is ugly on the outside and noble in his heart, is not either, but there is a homeless man at the door who is not bad at Quasimodo with a hideous and ugly appearance, begging everywhere, and looking like he wants to rob if he doesn't give alms. Ye Feng smiled and walked into the Notre Dame Cathedral. The first thing you see is the gorgeous rose painting window.

Ye Feng is no stranger to this, on his father's cruise ship, it is designed like this, according to this ratio, it is not bad at all.

Gothic architecture, as well as altars, cloisters, and carvings and paintings on doors and windows. On the cruise ship, it is also like, because my father's cruise ship was originally the same architectural style as this Notre Dame.

Ye Feng *** went to the church, looked at the Holy Child, and the angels on both sides. Adam and Eve, on both sides, stood for a long time, their lips squirming slightly, not knowing what to read.

At this time, a beautiful and solemn hymn sounded in the church. Ye Feng clasped his hands together, and he actually looked pious.

He didn't look like a believer in the Virgin, but his expression was more solemn than ever.

There were not many people in the early morning, and the chant echoed in the church beautifully, showing Qingyue, Ye Feng waited until the chant was over, then he put down his palm and opened his eyes. Looking at the Virgin, she muttered, "I hope you can tell me the answer, and I hope you don't blame me." ”

There was a trace of pain in his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, a helpless look surfaced, he turned and walked away, and when he was about to reach the door, he saw that two middle-aged nuns had taken over the work of the ugly homeless man and began to collect donations there. It's just that apparently the effect is the same. walked over slowly and took out three euros with a face value of 500 that Cui Zhenai had given. Lost in the donation box.

Although the nuns prayed for the gift of Our Lady, they also noticed the actions of mortals, one who saw Ye Feng's donation and almost called out to sell cakes, you are really generous. The other one was ten strokes with one hand, looked at Ye Feng with emotion and said, "May the Lord bless you." ”

Ye Feng dropped 1,500 euros, just smiled, he came and went easily, but he knew that the Lord could not bless him, and if he wanted to survive, he still had to rely on his own struggle.

He asked for peace of mind, for the peace of mind of the other person, and he knew that no matter where he went, there would always be someone who would pray for himself, for the church.

Out of Notre Dame, Ye Feng did not go to the rest of the scenic spots, but stopped a taxi, went out of the city to the north, and after arriving at Hans, he sat for a while before getting off.

Along the way, there are wonderful villages and towns, and the seventy-kilometre road from Hanse to Aipeth is also known as the Champagne Trail, full of vineyards, churches and rolling hills.

After arriving at the Hans Mountains, there is a low hill in front of you, standing up and looking down, you can mostly see beautiful farms and small towns, but Ye Feng did not walk up the hill, but walked down an inclined path, and there were some sparse woods in front of him.

In front of it is a large manor, not far away there is a flame Gothic church, and the wooden houses near are scattered and quite peaceful, but further on, there is a quaint wall enclosing a piece of land, only revealing the spire of the building, which looks like a private domain.

Ye Feng smiled, walked along the wall, and when he arrived at the gate, he hesitated for a moment and pulled the knocker of the gate.

Everything here is quaint in shape, and it looks incompatible with modern society, when Ye Feng knocked on the door, he didn't know why, and suddenly had a very violent heartbeat for a while.

It's his first time here, but it's not his first time on the Champagne Trail. He was familiar with the Champagne Trail because he liked the champagne here, but he never thought that the Hermit would let him come to such a place.

Everything is exactly the same as it says in the Hermit NP, is it because he has been here before?

The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that Ye Feng could hear the sound of his pounding heartbeat, and the sound of the copper-colored knocker knocking seemed to knock on his chest. Ye Feng didn't notice anything unusual, and he didn't raise any alarm, but he suddenly felt a little heartache, feeling as if something bad had happened here.

When the knock stopped, there was a slightly heavy sound of footsteps coming from inside the door.

The sound of the door creaking open made the roots of people's teeth a little sore. As if there had been no visitors for a long time, an old head poked out of the gate, looking at Ye Feng with a somewhat cloudy gaze, and there was a trace of doubt. He seems to have been waiting, waiting not for the visitor's visit, but for the gentle and helpless passage of life.

"Sir, are you?"

The old man spoke in French, in a low tone. There are no waves, but there is a little surprise in the eyes, surprised by the visitor's skin, or surprised that there have been no visitors here for a long time?

"I'm looking for Mr. Grangut. Ye Feng got straight to the point, and returned to the ground in French.

Along the way, he has actually used less Chinese, and if Shenyang sees it, it is mostly worship. This Ye Feng's bird language is very authentic, and he is very proficient in bird language, a talent like him can't be raised by a pioneer.

The old man shook his head, "My lord is not a guest. ”

"But your lord will meet me. Ye Feng was not impatient.

"Who are you?"

"Ye Feng. ”

"Ye Feng?" the old man muttered to himself. "I'm sorry, but my old man is not a guest. ”

"I 。。。。。。。 ”

There was a 'bang' on the door, and the door closed and almost hit Ye Feng's nose, Ye Feng smiled a little bitterly. I didn't expect this to be the case.

looked at the wall, it didn't seem to be too high, but Ye Feng didn't have the habit of climbing over the wall, on the one hand, this was introduced by the hermit, on the other hand, *** has a much stronger sense of protecting private territory, you enter someone else's house privately, and someone else will shoot you to death. It is also protected by law.

After standing for a long time, Ye Feng didn't seem to have any good way except to reach out and knock on the door again. Just before he could hold the knocker, he suddenly stopped, looked back, and saw a Citroen driving on the rugged mountain road.

Ye Feng was a little surprised, seeing that the car was coming, it was driving in his direction. There are no minutes of effort. The car had already arrived in front of Ye Feng, and a woman jumped out. Startled Ye Feng.

He never thought that he would be able to meet this person, Cui Zhenai also looked at Ye Feng in surprise, looking in disbelief, "Ye Feng, why did you get here?"

"Actually, I'd like to ask you that question. Ye Feng shrugged, "I didn't follow you, you walked silently." ”

Cui Zhenai blushed a little, "I'm just afraid of waking up your sweet dreams." ”

Both of them fell silent suddenly, just listening to the sound of the mountain wind blowing and the leaves brushing.

At that moment, Cui Zhenai seemed to be a little at a loss, but she quickly regained her composure and pointed to the door, "Are you looking for the master here?"

"Hmm. Ye Feng nodded, and was a little abrupt, "The person you said was asking for help, is he the one you are talking about?"

He really couldn't understand how such a broken character could have anything to do with the contemporary situation in Korea, but the hermit just asked him to come here and say a word, and the rest of the things should be as they be, Ye Feng muttered in his heart, the mysterious old man arranged it mysteriously, but Ye Feng only believed in one thing, the old man would not harm him, the woman had a mysterious sixth sense, and Ye Feng's seventh sense told him that the hermit was actually very good to him.

Seeing Ye Feng's expression a little dazed, Cui Zhenai thought he was contemptuous, and couldn't help but be a little surprised, "You don't know him?"

"I don't know him. Ye Feng told the truth.

Cui Zhenai didn't know if she should believe it, "You don't know him, how did you get here?"

"There was a guy who asked me to get here. Ye Feng smiled a little bitterly, seeing that Cui Zhenai's face changed, he understood something, and explained, "It should have nothing to do with your stepmother and your family." ”

Cui Zhenai smiled, "Then why are you still out of the door?"

"The old man who opened the door seemed to have eaten gunpowder. Ye Feng could only smile bitterly, "This is still the pattern of decades ago, and there is only one old housekeeper to pass it on, I really doubt that you will have any effect if you come here to ask for help." ”

Seeing Cui Zhenai looking at him in surprise, Ye Feng touched his nose, "What's wrong, what's wrong with what I said?"

Of course he knew that what he said was wrong, Cui Zhenai was not a targetless person, and a rich person did not wear gold armor to mean that he was rich, he just pretended not to understand, he just wanted to learn more about the situation through Cui Zhenai's mouth before entering the door.

Sure enough, although Cui Zhenai didn't look at Ye Feng like an idiot, just because she had a good impression of Ye Feng, she was somewhat regretful in her tone, and sighed: "I can only say one thing, if the master of this sect is unhappy, many people in the world will not be able to drink authentic champagne." ”

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