Chapter 9 My 'Tramp' Fellow Townsman (Collect, Recommend)
Arrived in Paris, and nearly three days passed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ο½ο½ο½Uο½Eγ ο½ο½ο½ο½
There are twelve hours left before the second round of selection, at 6 a.m. at the Place Napoleon of the Louvre in Paris.
"I don't know if that young man over there is a Chinese?"
"What's wrong with him, he seems to be in some kind of trouble?"
"He looks so down, he can't be a scavenger, right?"
"In this foreign country, if he is also Chinese, I think I should help him get out of the predicament."
In a corner of the Place Napoleon in the Louvre, a girl in a black trench coat and a black top hat sits elegantly on a horse, in front of which is an easel with professional watercolor paint.
Before she could start writing, the afterglow of her eyes fell on a down-and-out yellow-skinned young man not far behind her, and her thoughts suddenly flew away.
Three days earlier, the young man had appeared in Napoleon's square in the Louvre, and had stayed for three days and two nights. β
He guess he's a waste picker. β
Look at his hair, his clothes, they are all dirty! β
He must have nowhere to sleep at night, but the weather in Paris has been sunny these days. β
But why didn't he go to work? He obviously has hands and feet? β
Thinking of this, the young girl couldn't help but feel some disdain in pity, and quickly made a decision in her heart: "Hmph, let him suffer, and when he leaves, ask him what help he needs!" β
After making her decision, the girl withdrew her gaze and looked at the Louvre, which seemed to exist forever, not far away.
She's so beautiful, and every moment shows a different look. β
'I heard that the French government is going to expand her?' Damn it, don't ruin her! β
This young girl is a Chinese student in France, studying art, kind-hearted, and a little sentimental.
Her big eyes stopped at the magnificent palace complex, looking at the classical columns, holding the mountain flowers, the pedestal...
'In such an ancient place, to build a modernist glass building?' You're kidding me! β
The girl thought of the fierce protests in Paris a few days ago, and agreed in her heart: "I heard that it was a Chinese who proposed the glass building plan, but even so, I would never hope that he would win the design rights of the project!" β
I can't bear to watch the Louvre destroyed by modernist glass buildings, when there are so many modernist buildings elsewhere, why not leave the last resting place for this 800-year-old palace?' β
After complaining, the girl took the brush in her right hand and swayed it down on the drawing paper.
Not far from the girl, where the rest of the eyes used to look.
A down-and-out young man squatted on the ground in spite of it, half-leaning on the stone steps, squinting his eyes at the ancient palace complex shrouded in the early morning sun not far away.
In the early morning sun, the long, ancient Louvre seems to wake up, blooming with pleated charm.
He sighed in his heart that it deserved to be a super museum that was famous all over the world.
For three days, he visited every corner of the Louvre, and finally sat quietly on the Place Napoleon.
He didn't have time to return to his residence, or rather, he didn't want to go back to his residence.
Because, the Louvre, at any given moment, is different.
In the morning he watched the Louvre in the morning light, at noon he cruised the Louvre in the scorching sun, at dusk he tasted the Louvre in the sunset, and in the middle of the night he looked down on the Louvre under the stars...
His clothes became dirty, his hair became greasy, and stubble began to grow on his face...
His body was tired, but his spirit seemed to be extraordinarily clear, as if he had been baptized.
"What the hell is to be done?"
The young man frowned slightly, and whispered: "That veil of deep memories seems to be about to loosen." β
"But it seems that there is still something missing, just that point, but I can't really see it."
He whispered, secretly anxious, but helpless and a little weak.
At six o'clock in the evening, the second round of selection began.
It will be held in the Grand Palais of France, and will be broadcast live to the whole of France and the world at the same time.
Absolute fairness and justice are guaranteed.
This down-and-out young man is Bai Juetong, after getting off the plane, he left his luggage in the hotel, and he appeared in front of the Louvre.
During this period, the mobile phone was out of battery and could not be contacted, which made the staff of the French government panic for a while!
You must know that this little lord was boycotted by the French not long ago.
Whether there will be radicals or not, they themselves do not dare to guarantee.
And at such a moment of global attention, as one of the protagonists, the designer Jue Tong, if something really went wrong in the law.
That's a big deal, it's serious!
However, after paying a huge police force and cost, French police and government workers found Bai Jue Tong next to the Louvre.
They begged the Chinese designer to return to the hotel, but he refused to leave.
What they didn't expect was that the Chinese designer stayed here for three days, almost without eating or sleeping.
The French government, on its part, had to send bodyguards to follow the designer in order to protect his safety.
At this moment, there are more than three French bodyguards in plain clothes not far from Jutong's body.
Little by little, time passed.
The sun is setting in the west.
There are eight hours left before the start of the second round of selection at the Grand Palace...
Seven hours...
Six hours...
She sat slumped on the ground.
Gradually, he became a little desperate.
Looking at the Louvre in the sun, he was a little powerless.
No matter how you think about it and how you experience it deeply, I can't think about the last memory of Master Pei.
The thin veil seemed to burst as soon as it was blown, but it couldn't be dissipated.
"I don't know if that girl is Chinese."
The girl was taking out her own lunch and eating it in small bites.
"She's so good-looking, so elegant."
"Does she come here every day?"
"She's an international student, I don't know where she studied at an art academy."
Jue Tong looked at the slender back outlined by the windbreaker, thinking about the picture of the past three days.
"For three days, the girl would come to the Place Napoleon early every day, and sit in the corner with an easel on the horse."
"The subject of her paintings is always the glorious old palace complex in the distance, and she really loves the Louvre."
In the end, in less than six hours, the dove gave up completely.
Sitting on the ground, he looked at the girl in the distance, and the painting in front of her, and thought to himself, 'It is always more pleasant to look at a beautiful girl.' β
There are less than five hours left until the start of the Grand Palais...
Four hours...
Three hours...
At this time, the dove made a decision and abstained!
France TΓ©lΓ©vision, the world's major online platforms, has begun the countdown, and more and more people are coming together.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, French time, the turnaround appeared!
Her eyes widened suddenly as she looked at the girl's back, or rather at the painting in front of the girl.
The pictures of these days seem to be strung together by something in my mind!
The cells on the body of the dove began to jump!
His eyes widened wider and wider, and his whole person became extremely excited.
"What is it?"
"What is it?"
Jue Tong kept asking himself in his heart.
Time passed imperceptibly, and there was only an hour left until the last hour.
"This girl paints the Louvre every day.
The Louvre in the morning light...
The Louvre at noon...
The Louvre at sunset...
A complex of palaces that change at every moment. β
Looking at the girl's paintings, he just felt a flash of inspiration in his mind!
It's done!
He understood what the true vitality of the glass pyramid was, and the last memories of Master Pei finally opened up to him.
Jutong stood up abruptly, and took a few big strides forward, standing behind the girl.
At this time, the girl had already put down her waving arms and looked at the painting, frowning.
Soon after, she was heard whispering to herself:
"What the hell is it?"
"Why, I always feel that there are some flaws!"
The girl also fell into a bottleneck a long time ago, constantly thinking about and eager to progress, but she couldn't get through.
She sighed softly and prepared to leave, she wanted to get up and walk behind her.
But he hasn't forgotten to help the down-and-out man who may be a fellow countryman.
"It's light!"
At this moment, a voice that could suppress the excitement sounded behind her, and the startled girl shuddered violently.
She quickly turned around, only to find that the homeless man was standing behind her at some point.
She frowned, and was about to reprimand.
But suddenly, the homeless man snatched the brush from her hand.
The girl was shocked...