After a leisurely day of playing around Grand Paris, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening when everyone returned to their rooms. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Li Legang lay on the bed and rested, swiped Weibo for a while, walked around Zhihu, and looked at the starting point; Zhang Fatzi was sorting out the big bags of Parisian souvenirs he bought today, and not long after dinner, he opened a bag of dried cheese slices and tasted them with relish; Mr. Adam is still an authentic Englishman, he played for a day today, except for a bag of black tea, he didn't buy anything, and now he has already made a pot of black tea, and after pouring a cup for everyone, he is sitting comfortably on the sofa at this time, sipping black tea.

"Le Zai! Zhang Fat! Good news! At this moment, Ah Hua ran out of the bathroom naked, surrounded by a bathrobe, drenched, shouting as he ran, hurriedly turned on the TV, picked up the remote control and quickly adjusted the station.

"What's wrong?" Li Le sat up from the bed, and Zhang Fatzi stopped chewing and said in unison.

"We're on the news!" Ah Hua shouted excitedly, and finally tuned the TV to the French television news channel.

"Huh?" Li Le and Zhang Fatzi were surprised.

"You come ~ he ~ ; You two come ~ he two ~ ; You three to ~ he three ~ ...... You have ten pictures ~ ten of him ~ " As soon as it was tuned to the news channel, the TV picture showed the picture of the two policemen secretly filmed by Li Le asking for bribes this morning, and it was also accompanied by the voice of Zhang Fat Man singing and counting money to the police.

"I'll go! It's in the news so quickly. Li Le himself couldn't believe that the video he stole could be on TV, and it was also a French news channel.

As soon as the video ended, the TV screen was transferred to the live broadcast hall of the TV station, the male host in a suit and leather shoes with eyes was talking in French, and two police photos were played on the side of the screen, which were the two short and fat policemen and the tall policeman who met this morning.

"Grandma's, it's these two fools who dare to pit our Chinese's money! Now you will be punished! Zhang Fatzi took a sip of Mr. Adam's black tea and took a big bite of dried cheese slices.

"Ah Hua, do you believe that I know astronomy and geography?"

Ah Hua was watching the news, turned around, and shook his head.

"Then do you believe that I can go up the sword mountain and go down to the sea of fire?"

Ah Hua shook his head again.

"Then do you believe that I have learned French with Zhang Fatzi, and I can speak better than you?"

Ah Hua smiled and shook his head again, "Le Zai, you can pull it down, didn't you learn Spanish in college?" As for Zhang Fatzi, hahaha~ It's impossible, I don't believe you two can speak French. ”

"You don't believe it, why don't you translate?" As soon as Li Le finished speaking, Zhang Fatzi's mouthful of dried cheese slices burst out with laughter.

"......" Ah Hua smiled and rolled his dead eyes, but he didn't expect to be tricked by Li Le, and then translated: "It probably means that these two policemen have been suspended, and they will be jointly investigated by the police station and the airline immediately, and if it is true, the money will be returned." ”

"Money doesn't matter, just let them be laid off." Zhang Fatzi took a tissue to clean up the residue on the ground and said casually.

Forget it, but there was a worry, Li Le leaned on the head of the bed and took a sip of Adam's British black tea, which was really refreshing~

Because the next day had to catch the morning train, the security near the hotel was not satisfactory, at night, everyone did not go out to play, the four stayed in the room for a while to fight the landlord, played a few Texas Hold'em, and the group went to bed early.

Adam, who has always maintained this habit, got up when the sky was still bright, and when Li Le and the three of them got up, he had already gone outside for a few laps in the morning, and was taking a shower in the bathroom by himself.

After some washing, filling the stomach at will, Li Le and his party went to the hotel front desk to check out, because the rented car was returned last night, this morning everyone can only take the subway to the Paris Nord train station.

As soon as he entered the subway, Li Le picked up a small English brochure of the Paris subway, it turned out that after all, it was the first batch of countries to enter industrialization and modernization, and the Paris subway could be traced back to 1900 of the last century.

The year 1900, the history of more than 100 years ago, for Li Le, inevitably seems a little long, but history is like this, it will never be forgotten.

In 1900, Li Le clearly remembered this number in his middle school history class. Because, in this year, the Eight-Nation Coalition entered BJ to burn, kill, loot, and plunder, and did all kinds of evil, including the then French Third Republic.

In the autumn of the following year, on September 7, the late Qing government signed the humiliating Treaty of Xincho, which made the Qing government a puppet of imperialism.

"Whew~" Li Le sighed, the corners of his eyes were a little moist, and his mood seemed a little heavy, looking at this number, thinking of this heavy history, Li Le remembered the exquisite vase of ancient China that he saw when he was visiting Versailles yesterday.

Perhaps this vase is the plaything of a rich kid, who enjoys flowers and birds on weekdays, and has nothing to show off with friends; Perhaps this vase is a token of love for a young couple, in the downtown area, a vase, two hearts promise; Perhaps this vase is the heirloom of an old man who is holding his fat grandson who has just completed the moon.

I was thinking that I would die in the future and leave this treasure to him.

Of course, no matter how Li Le guessed the original owner of the exquisite vase, he would not get a definite answer after all.

Because in the hundred-year history of humiliation when the mountains and rivers were broken and the wind was fluttering, perhaps the rich kid might have been raided by the invaders, and the whole family was killed, and his life was gone, not to mention this vase; Perhaps the young couple went to Huangquan together, the man was missing arms and legs and died on the battlefield, and the woman was humiliated and committed suicide by throwing herself into the river; Maybe the old man who was over the age of sixteen was disemboweled by the invaders before he died, and as for the fat grandson, he was already a white-haired man who sent a black-haired man and walked ahead of him.

There may be countless uncertain possibilities for the story behind a vase, but what is certain is that the countless and invaluable ancient treasures have also been scattered throughout the long river of history during that stormy time.

The mood was a little heavy, and he was naturally not interested in reading the subway brochure, Li Le got up, put the brochure back in its place, returned to his seat, and looked around the inside of the subway.

After all, it is a tourist city, and the entire Paris subway carriages are painted with colorful paint, and the lights are so white, but even so, it can't hide its age.

After decades of use, the Paris subway, whether it is the carriages, the front of the train, or the entire transportation system, looks a little old, and the door openings and closures are even rusted. In contrast, the new subway built in China in recent years, although the two are not as good as one day and one place, one sea and one lake, but they are also small and small.

A hundred years of humiliation, being the master of the house, reform and opening up, one or two hundred years of history, looking at human history, saying that it is not long, saying that it is not short, this sleep is full, and it is also a day of accumulation.

Thinking that he would take the Eurostar train to travel through the Anglo-French Undersea Tunnel to London in the future, Li Le began to imagine that if the economic development of Treasure Island was good in the future, if an undersea tunnel connecting Cuba Island and Treasure Island and crossing the waters of Batahuano could be built, it would be very suitable for the residents of the island to travel.

A person stared blankly at the dark tunnel that flashed rapidly outside the window, Li Le thought and looked forward to it, the corners of his mouth also rose, and suddenly remembered the sentence in the old movie "Lenin in 1918":

There will be bread, there will be milk, everything will be fine.