Chapter 715, you cry, I'm heartbroken; He doesn't cry, I'm sad!

Chapter 715, you cry, I'm heartbroken; He doesn't cry, I'm sad!

On the banks of the Seine. Unknown small café.

Thin lines of rain fell on the Seine without making any sound. Sitting by the window, you can't see the scenery on the other side, only the busy sailboats going down the river.

When you go out in the autumn cold, the weather is still good. The sun is shining, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. She was bouncing on the road, making people feel that she was a little sun.

Unexpectedly, halfway down the road, it began to rain drippingly. There was no sign of the rain stopping, and fortunately there was no greater impulse.

She was afraid of heavy rain.

At least, scared today.

"The wind is sticky here, sticking to the thoughts of passers-by. When the rain arrives, it becomes a thread, entangled you and me in the world. You are by your side is fate, and fate is written on the Sansheng Stone-"

Although soft lyrical songs are also playing in the café, Qiu Yihan still habitually plugs her headphones into her ears to listen to the Chinese songs she brought from China.

This habit of hers has been criticized by her aunt Qiu Jing, who said that she came to France to learn the language, and only by learning the language can she learn their knowledge and integrate into their life and society. Listening to more French songs can help improve your French.

She promised on her lips, but still insisted on her hobby in private.

This is a female man who is as soft as grass on the outside but as strong and majestic as a mountain on the inside.

It's not the first time she has heard Lin Junjie's "Jiangnan", but she has never been so moved as she is today.

Or it's touching the scene, or it's missing it.

She felt her body tremble slightly, and her heart felt like it was melting. She knew it existed, but she couldn't feel where it was.

"Love is one ten-thousandth sweet, I'd rather I be buried on this day."

She hummed softly to the music, but tears suddenly filled her eyes.

She didn't know why she was crying, but it was an irrepressible urge.

"Don't cry, don't cry." She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "Will cry and have a face."

A white handkerchief was handed to her, and she raised her head in surprise, but what she saw was a handsome middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes - such a man should have made countless young girls with spring ecstatic.

However, the smile on her face froze, and then changed into a faint loss.

How is he?

How is it not him?

Although this person was not the one he was waiting for, Qiu Yihan still took off his headphones, smiled at the middle-aged man, and said, "Thank you for your kindness." I am fine. ”

"Although the way you cry is amazing, I would rather have less of this beauty in my eyes." The middle-aged man said in authentic French. His voice is magnetic, authentically Parisian, and should be a passionate local.

Still stubbornly handing over the handkerchief, he said, "Wipe your pretty eyes." I didn't wipe my nose with it. ”

"Flutter-"

Qiu Yihan was amused by him, but he still insisted on his refusal and said, "Thank you very much." I am fine. This is not needed. Will wipe it dirty. ”

The man shrugged his shoulders in a chic manner, regretting the refusal of Qiu Yihan.

French men are passionate by nature and aggressive. When you see a girl you like, you will immediately come forward to talk to you, and of course, you won't feel ashamed if you fail to pick up a conversation.

Most French people, both men and women, have lovers, and the number of men with lovers can be ranked second in the world. Ranked first in the world was Huaxia, who was defeated by the huge group of officials of Huaxia.

He put the handkerchief on the table in front of Qiu Yihan, and said with a smile: "I accidentally lost a handkerchief, hoping that a good Samaritan can adopt it." ”

He waved his hand at Autumn Chill, then pushed open the door of the café and walked outside.

The white handkerchief is like a small white flower, where it lies quietly. However, because the person who sent it was wrong, Qiu Yihan was unwilling to become the new owner of this flower.

It's just a little episode in her life, and such episodes happen almost every day.

Beauty knows no borders, and the autumn chill has poured too many men and women in this city.

Her gaze shifted to the window, and once again she stared at the rain on the Seine.

"Miss, is there anyone sitting here?" A man's voice rang out abruptly.

"I'm sorry, already—" She turned her head a little angrily, she didn't like it for someone to bother her at this time, no matter who it was.

Then, I saw the face that grinned at her.

The familiar face she was thinking about when she was eating, dreaming when she was sleeping, and when she was in a daze.

"There's already someone sitting." Qiu Yihan's little face turned sideways, and he gritted his teeth and said.

"Is he still coming?"

"He'll come."

"Is he coming?"

"Here we are." Qiu Yihan's eyes turned red, and he cried again.

She cries too easily, crying when she is angry, crying when she is happy, and crying when she is wronged and bullied.

She said to herself countless times, autumn is cold and you are not allowed to cry, no one likes a woman who can cry.

But she just couldn't help it.

Perhaps, just like my grandmother said, a woman with hemorrhoids in the corners of her eyes will shed tears countless times in her life. Are you destined to be a tearful person?

The young man sat down, and then hugged Qiu Yihan, who was busy wiping away tears, in his arms.

"Oh-"

Someone exclaimed.

Some of the café's guests noticed the passionate hugging couple here, their friendly smiles, and then they looked away.

This happens every day, and they have long been accustomed to it.

Qiu Yihan didn't dodge this time, she hugged the man's waist tightly with both hands, and said in a choked voice: "It's raining, I'm so afraid that you won't come." ”

The man squinted his eyes and laughed, sniffing the seductive scent of the girl's hair in his nostrils, and said, "If I say come, I will come." It doesn't matter if it's raining or it's raining. ”

"Flutter-"

Qiu Yihan laughed again. This time it's a soothing and relaxed smile.

"I don't want you to come if I fire a bullet."

"Oh well. You go see me. The man said.

"Don't think about it." Qiu Yihan punched the man.

It's soft, and there's no strength at all.

"You won't let me come to you, and you won't go to see me. Then we won't be able to meet? The man said with a smile.

"You can't keep firing bullets." Qiu Yi said with a sneer.

"That's right." The man nodded. "God is not an arms dealer."

The young man was Tang Chong, who had been on a plane from Huaxia for a few hours to Paris.

He just sent a message to Qiu Yihan when he got on the plane, asking her to come to this café at this location at this time. There are surprises.

It was a café he knew well, and so was she, the place where the two of them spent time last time. He always remembered, and she naturally won't forget.

She hurried over, a little earlier than he had scheduled, just as he had expected.

The bodies of the two were almost glued together, Qiu Yihan grabbed Tang Chong's hand, and said with a happy face: "I knew you would come." ”

"Why are you so smart all of a sudden?"

"I've always been smart, okay? Underestimate people. ”

"What do you use to prove it?"

"I-" Qiu Yihan thought for a long time, and he really didn't know how to prove that he was smart. So, she angrily pinched Tang Zhong and said, "What do you use to prove that you are an idiot?" ”

Tang Zhong picked up the snow-white handkerchief on the table, then lowered his head and carefully wiped the muddy water from his leather shoes with it. "This is a shoeshine cloth, right?"

"It's not." Autumn Yihan's little face blushed.

He's not going to be angry, is he? You can't get me wrong, right? Do you want to tell him the truth? Let's say it, I don't lie. Besides, nothing has been done.

"Oh." Don nodded heavily. "Look, am I an idiot? I thought it was a shoe-shine cloth. ”

"You-" Qiu Yihan knew that he had been tricked by Tang Chong, he clearly guessed the origin of this handkerchief, and he didn't like it, so he used it to shine his shoes. This guy's jealousy is really strong.

However, the autumn chill is not annoying at all.

Another punch and said, "You know how to bully me." ”

"I also bully others." Tang Zhong said. "Before I came to Paris, I bullied people and made them cry."

"You bullied me and cried." Qiu Yihan said with red eyes.

If I hadn't missed him too much, how could I sit in a café and shed tears stupidly?

As a big beauty, this is a very humiliating behavior, okay?

"It's heartache when you cry. He didn't cry, and I was saddened. You are different. Tang Zhong said with a smile.

The 'he' he was talking about was Li Mingyi. The guy was swollen in the face by him, and he was also sent to the bureau and imprisoned for three days under his father's operation. After coming out, he ran to Liang Tao to apologize, Liang Tao called Tang Chong and asked what to do, and Tang Chong's answer was that you should do it.

As for what happened next, it was no longer what he was concerned about. He knew that after this incident, Li Mingyi would definitely not dare to trouble Liang Tao again.

Li Yu is gone, Hua Ming is gone, Wang Aiguo is gone, and he is often not in school, Liang Tao will indeed be a little lonely alone. After going through something like this again, I hope he can find what he is looking for.

Hearing Tang Chong's words, 'It's heartbroken for you to cry', Qiu Yihan couldn't even speak.

Just leaned his head on Tang Chong's shoulder, and his small hand grabbed his big hand tightly.

"Believe in love for one day, for eternity. Time froze in this instant. She thought about the lyrics of the song in her head.

"It's so well written." She admired in her heart. Isn't that exactly what she was thinking at this time?

"Ouch, it looks so intimate, huh? If you see something you shouldn't see, will you get a needle's eye? A very discordant voice rang in the ears of the two of them.

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