Night falls. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Avenue Montaigne was restored to its former appearance, and the bank robbery during the day was as if it had never happened.

30 Avenue Montaigne, in front of the Dior store.

Lu Yang walked out slowly, his body was no longer the previous clothes full of bullet holes, in his hand, was a white gold necklace pendant inlaid with blue diamonds, the necklace was shaped like a blooming flower, it was the orchid pendant series in the new summer products.

Knowing the son Mo Ruomu, this sentence can also be said in reverse.

Lu Yang knows his mother's preferences, and he is sure that this orchid series pendant will definitely be loved by his mother.

The ticket back to China has been booked, it is the plane early tomorrow morning, and on the last night in Paris, Lu Yang wandered around idlely.

Although the daytime bank robbery was resolved without much impact, a group of French people held up signs protesting the dispersal of the government police, accusing them of not bringing enough security to the world-famous avenue of Paris.

For the emergence of this situation, Lu Yang, who has been traveling to various countries all the year round, has long been surprised, and he is not optimistic about the practices of these people.

Lu Yang didn't think that what they did was wrong, but he just thought that what they did was useless, after all, no matter how much the government respects human rights, it is impossible to really be swayed by human rights, and the person who makes the decision is always the person in the highest position, or those people.

With the increase in the number of protesters, Avenue Montaigne became a little overcrowded and lost the fun of lounging, so Lu Yang had no choice but to turn into the side alley and choose to return to the hotel.

Ding dong!

As soon as he entered the alley, Lu Yang's mobile phone rang a prompt tone.

Due to the special nature of perennial work, Lu Yang's mobile phone is almost always in a state of vibration or mute, but WeChat has a prompt sound, because every time WeChat rings, it is very important to Lu Yang.

took out his mobile phone and opened WeChat, and sure enough, it was a message from "that person", which was already more than 300.

The reason why "that person" is in quotation marks is because Lu Yang doesn't know who the other party is at all, only that the other party is a girl.

Five years ago, because of the special nature of a mission, the monkey IT man didn't know where to find a few WeChat accounts that had been deactivated and distributed them to everyone, originally after the task ended, this WeChat account would not continue to be used, but Lu Yang's account, there was always someone who was persevering in sending messages.

Of course, these messages were not sent to Lu Yang by "that person", but by "that person" to his late mother.

Maybe every message is about the trivial things in life, but between the lines is full of "that person's" thoughts and dependence on his mother.

These thoughts and dependences made Lu Yang, who couldn't be with his mother all the year round, empathize, and finally chose to leave this WeChat number, so that at least there is still a mind in the world that knows "that person", and he doesn't want the news of "that person" to sink silently into the sea.

However, Lu Yang just watched every time and didn't reply without any reply.

The reason for not replying is very simple, he is unwilling to destroy the only channel for "that person" to confide, and at the same time, he is also afraid that once he replies, the news of "that person" will not appear again, which is a small selfishness of Lu Yang.

clicked on the opening picture, and the content of the message appeared in front of Lu Yang's eyes.

"Mom, do you remember that French movie we watched together when we were kids? I said that when I grow up, I must go to see the Eiffel Tower, and today I finally saw it, so happy, are you also happy for me? ”

The content of the news shocked Lu Yang's body, and when he turned his head, the spire of the Eiffel Tower stood not far away.

Also in Paris!

Lu Yang was slightly surprised, and suddenly had the urge to reply, wanting to meet "that person", but this impulse dissipated in an instant.

In fact, it is very easy for Lu Yang to find "that person", and if he asks the monkey for help, the monkey can easily put all the personal information of "that person" in front of Lu Yang.

However, since Lu Yang has chosen not to disturb "that person" for so many years, this time even if he and "that person" are in Paris, there is no need to communicate with him.

"It's not authentic enough to peek at other people's messages to my mother, so I can't interfere with other people's lives anymore, right?" Lu Yang smiled and muttered to himself, put away his mobile phone, and continued his journey back to the hotel.

……

In a bar near Avenue Montaigne, in the far corner, two women sit facing each other.

One of them is in his thirties, with short hair, average appearance, but very hot body, and the other looks like he is in his early twenties, with long hair, but his appearance is very beautiful, and his body is also perfect.

"Zixin, who are you sending a message to?" The short-haired woman in her thirties frowned slightly: "You are now on the cusp of the storm, and the messages of those gossip reporters must not be replied to!" ”

"Sister Yan, not a reporter." Tang Zixin handed the mobile phone to Liu Yan and said, "Send my mother's WeChat." ”

Liu Yan saw the WeChat picture on the mobile phone screen, showed an embarrassed look on her face, patted her head and said apologetically: "Look at me, I'm always so sensitive." I'm sorry, Zixin. ”

"It's fine." Tang Zixin smiled and said she didn't care.

A trace of anger flashed on Liu Yan's face: "It's all written by those garbage media in China, I'm so angry!" ”

"What did you write again?" Tang Zixin asked.

"What else can be written? Say you're not good! Liu Yan said angrily.

When Tang Zixin heard this, she searched for her name with her mobile phone, and eye-catching titles immediately appeared.

"Chinese star Tang Zixin was invited to participate in the Dior summer new product launch conference, with a black face throughout the whole process"

Shame! Tang Zixin played a big name in Paris, and appeared in less than two minutes"

"Tang Gao Leng, still "air-conditioned" in France

"Hehe, what did I think?" Tang Zixin looked at it briefly and shook her head indifferently.

"Zixin, can you not be so calm? I'm going to be, okay? Liu Yan rolled up her sleeves and put on a shrew scolding the street: "They know a fart, so they write it every day!" What's playing big? What is high cold? If it weren't for that accident five years ago, you wouldn'......"

"Sister Yan, don't say it." Tang Zixin waved her hand to interrupt her words.

Liu Yan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry Zixin, I mentioned that incident again...... Uh, no more, no more. ”

Tang Zixin raised the corners of her mouth lightly: "Sister Yan, I know you are good to me, that's enough, as for what other people think, I don't care." ”

"You, you're just too kind, and you always wronged yourself." Liu Yan looked at Tang Zixin distressedly, paused and said, "It's not early, go back and rest, the plane will return to China early tomorrow morning." ”