Over there, Xu Banxia drove his Beetle back to the rented bachelor apartment slowly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Legend has it that every lady will show a completely different side when she closes the door of the boudoir.

Closing the door, the little girl hung her top hat on the hanger at the door, and then, no longer caring about her image, threw herself into bed with a big grin.

The delicate and elegant image of the lady dissipated in an instant, and I saw her face covered in the quilt, and her big eyes narrowed comfortably into slits, like a little kitten.

Her sleek black hair was scattered over her shoulders, and she squinted for a moment, as if remembering something, and the girl jerked her head up to look at the alarm clock on the table, and then she reached into the bed, and after a while she found a remote control.

Turn on the TV and the channel is dialed to France International Television, a French and English channel with broadcasts in more than 80 countries and extremely high ratings.

"Master Williams!"

Blinking his big eyes, looking at the Grand Palace that was being broadcast live on TV, Banxia exclaimed.

"He is worthy of being a master Williams, with a gentlemanly temperament, and a long heritage that seems to be engraved in his bones."

Banxia muttered a little excitedly: "Not only is he a master with extremely high artistic accomplishment, but he is also from an ancient aristocratic family in England. ”

"When the master was young, he must have been sought after by many little girls!"

Shortly after Baron Williams led his team into the Grand Palace, Master Miller's figure appeared on television.

At this time, the Banxia girl was not only excited, but also pious!

was half-lying, but now she hurriedly sat up from the bed and looked at the old man in the center of the screen, as if she was on a pilgrimage.

François. Miller, one of the only two remaining painters in the world today, is too old to write for a long time.

This time, it was unexpected to be invited to preside over the judging panel.

People speculate that the only reason for inviting Michael out of the mountain may be on the Louvre, and it is rumored that it was this Louvre that he was most obsessed with when he was young.

He loved this ancient palace and every piece of the palace in it.

For the elderly, the Louvre is not only a building, but also an elder who witnesses his growth, maturity, aging, and his life...

The old man was so old that his gait was no longer steady, and his skin was full of furrows.

The moment his figure disappeared from the screen, many painters, students, and art critics all over the world had tears in their eyes.

Masters will eventually grow old, but their works will live forever!

The Banxia girl rubbed her red eyes, and it was not until the old man Miller had been gone for a long time that she finally recovered.

I saw her get out of bed, take off her clothes, reveal her milk-like smooth skin and slender and slender legs, and walk into the bathroom without an inch on her body.

Little did she know that at the moment when she had just taken her eyes off the TV, there was a sudden change in front of the Grand Palais.

There was a familiar figure of her, appearing under the lens of the camera in embarrassment, and causing a panic.

On the other side, China, thousands of miles away from France.

With a seven-hour time difference from Paris, it's one o'clock in the morning.

But on the Internet, there are not a few netizens who are paying attention to the Grand Palace of France.

In the capital, in a small bachelor apartment, the white father and the white mother are sitting in danger.

The old couple sat straight in front of the computer.

In the past few days, they have not returned to their hometown, and they are really not at ease.

Gritting his teeth, he decided to put down all the work at home for the time being, and first squeezed into this single apartment rented by his son in Beijing.

The biggest hope every day is to hear the news of his son in France.

I wonder if he's okay?

I wonder if everything is going well with him?

The old couple is now very worried, they no longer care about the so-called 'Grand Louvre Project', they no longer care about what foreign Tiananmen Square, who can preside over the design!

All they know is that since their son went to France, they have never sent a single piece of news back home.

Didn't call back.

The call goes over and it says no one answers, or the phone you're calling is turned off.

They were so worried that they didn't know how many nights they hadn't slept.

"Lao Bai, why don't you have our son?"

A slightly weeping voice rang out.

A live broadcast page is opening on the computer in front of the two of them, and an anchor is commenting on the topic of 'Louvre Project Selection'.

The streamer redirects the video page to a live TV station, and his avatar is zoomed out to the bottom right corner.

He is conducting simultaneous live broadcasts for the live broadcast content.

The old couple couldn't understand the speech on TV and the French live TV station, and it took a lot of effort to find such a platform with anchor commentary.

"Lao Bai, why don't you have our son?"

In the video, the team of judges finally entered the Grand Palace, as can be seen from the screen, and the reporters have also carried the machines and prepared to follow in.

This means that everyone has entered!

Bai Mu was slightly crying, her voice was trembling, and she asked again with anticipation.

Since they started walking the red carpet, their son has not appeared from beginning to end.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, there may be something delayed." Father Bai's heart also beat a few times, but he didn't show it.

He held his wife's hand, patted it, and comforted: "On such an occasion that the whole world has noticed, it is impossible for our son to have an accident." ”

"The French government will not allow anyone to harm our son."

In fact, it was far more than the white father and the white mother who noticed the vanished dove tree.

I only saw that the netizens on the online live broadcast platform suddenly broke out after a short pause.

Dense messages filled almost the entire screen.

"Where's Bai Jue Tong?"

"Why didn't I see Bai Juetong, am I the only one who can't see him? Isn't he the designer who made it to the selection! ”

"Damn, where did Bai Hengtong go, he won't retreat, right?"

"Tongqing, what about the designer of the dove tree, why didn't you see him walk the red carpet?"

"Haha, this thing must have slipped away! On such a big occasion, he didn't dare to continue to fool around! ”

"Agree with upstairs, I think too. Although I don't know what happened in the last round, he was able to fool the judges with a broken painting, but in this second round, he couldn't pretend to be forced to do so. ”

"Wouldn't it? I think his previous plan is really good, I haven't seen such a glass in the whole world! ”

"Haha, return the glass! I dare to say that in the restoration and expansion of all cultural monuments and palaces and castles in the world, no designer dares to use modernist techniques! ”

"Is he expanding the Louvre, or is he destroying monuments and cultural heritage?"

"What is France like? Those old French noses are proud, how could they possibly let people build a glass pyramid for the dead in the Louvre, where they are most proud? Moreover, the designer is especially Chinese! ”

"Hahahaha..."

Chatting sentence by sentence and spanking sound, they were seen by the white father and white mother, and they looked at each other, with a thick worry in their eyes.

As soon as the white mother's nose is sore, tears will be left.

However, at this very moment.

I only saw that the live broadcast screen suddenly shook obviously.

The video quickly turned to the distance of the Grand Palace, and an embarrassed homeless figure in the distance was rushing towards here!