Chapter 59: The Sick
The weather in Paris is sunny and beautiful, and the blue sapphire is like a sapphire immersed in spring water, which makes people feel open and refreshed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
The color of the Seine is a light dark green, not a clear and transparent stone that can see the bottom of the river, but it gives people infinite sultry reverie.
I don't know if it's because of the breeze or the fish in the river, on the surface of the river, there are sometimes small ripples in the water.
The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants, fermented by the late spring sun, revealing warmth.
Jing Xi sat on a bench on the bank of the Seine, holding a few manuscripts and reciting them silently.
They have been in Paris for two days, and every day they accompany their two mothers to soak in the Champs-ΓlysΓ©es, where classical elegance and modern flavors are skillfully blended, Jing Xi feels that shopping with the teacher is even harder than practicing ballet, and she even suspects that if it is not for the tight time to participate in the fashion design competition ceremony, the teacher and Sara will let them accompany them for seven days.
The award ceremony was the day after tomorrow, and Sara inadvertently asked in the morning, is Jing Xi's acceptance speech ready?
A question made Chu Lin and Jing Xi stupid, they were patronized and happy, and no one thought of this stubble.
Sara looked at the three of them with a look of being struck by lightning, smirked a few times, and asked hesitantly, "You should not have forgotten!" β
The three of them nodded together like marionettes.
Sara exclaimed, "MyGod! Bertrand, who was busy going to work, made a few phone calls and urged him back.
Bertrand listened to Sarah's urgency, and he didn't know what was going on, but his wife had something, and Bertrand, who was a member of the "Beloved Wife" association, didn't say a word, explained the work in hand, and drove into the door with a blazing fire.
I heard that I wanted to help Jing Xi write a speech, so I agreed to come down in one bite.
Bertrand wrote, Sara and Chu Lin dictated, Jing Xi also interspersed two sentences, and in the morning, a 500-word acceptance speech was released.
After lunch, Jing Xi took the manuscript that carried everyone's expectations and came to the bank of the Seine near Benoit's house.
Benoit said that the beautiful Seine River will make Jing Xi's speech full of romance.
Probably because of the weekends and holidays, there was a whizzing yacht on the river, and the decks of the yachts were filled with tourists with cameras in hand, and songs in French were not floating from the horns of the yachts.
Under the green shade of the plane trees on the embankment, people are in groups of three or five, some bask in the sun, some play the accordion, some sing and dance with their hands, bursts of laughter echo over the Seine, and the frightened ducks from nowhere flutter and fly from the shore to the water, and then fly from the water to the shore, adding a lot of natural wildness.
Jing Xi read the content of the manuscript and firmly remembered that the important thing now is to be able to stand on the podium, facing hundreds of audiences under the stage, and freely tell the content of the manuscript.
Jing Xi closed her eyes, words flashed in front of her eyes, she silently remembered the French pronunciation used by Bertrand to read the manuscript to her, pondering and practicing over and over again, and the intelligent brain of the space recorded Bertrand's words, which can be used to compare Jing Xi's pronunciation is not standard.
It wasn't until Jing Xi was sure that her French was accurate, and then she began to add her feelings to it.
It wasn't until the moon rose in the sky of the Seine that Jing Xi felt that there would be no problem in attending the award ceremony.
She folded the manuscript carefully, put it in her small bag, shook her arms, and enjoyed the beautiful night view of the Seine, and walked in the direction of Benoit's house.
The return to night has completely fallen. The moonlight is blurry, the Seine River under the lights flashes with the bright neon of the buildings on both sides, and the Seine River flows quietly in the dark night!
The silence of the night was broken by a sudden noise.
Under the street lamp in front, a group of people were around, and a woman's voice was heard in the crowd: "Miss, hold on a little longer, Martin will be here soon." β
It was spoken in English, and Jing Xi could understand it, she just looked at it and continued to walk in the direction of going back.
The shout suddenly sharpened, "Miss, Miss......"
Jing Xi's footsteps paused, turned his head and ran towards the crowd.
There weren't many onlookers, and Jing Xi easily walked through the crowd.
A woman in dark clothes knelt on the ground, patting the girl's back with her hands, the girl was wearing a white lace dress and brown hair, she sat on the ground with her body forward, her hands covered her chest, her expression was painful, her nose was agitated, her face was pale and blue, her mouth was open, and she was panting hard, like a worn-out bellows, making a snorting sound.
In this case, anyone can see that the girl is in danger of her life, Jing Xi walked over and squatted down, "What's wrong with her?" Sick? β
"Fuck off, don't get in the way here." The woman scolded Jing Xi irritably.
Jing Xi knew that she was in a hurry, and stood up to ask the bystanders, but a man ran over in a hurry, "Catherine, Miss's medicine has been brought." He panted and pulled out a white vial.
The woman didn't have time to speak, so she took the medicine bottle, opened the lid, and squeezed it into the girl's mouth a few times.
It turned out to be a spray, and the girl should have had an asthma attack, Jing Xi guessed.
After spraying the girl, Martin and Catherine breathed a sigh of relief, and the man sat on the grass with his ass on his shoulder, relieving his breath.
Catherine gasped slightly, and said to the man with a smile: "Martin, it's good that you ran fast enough, otherwise Miss wouldn't have been able to do it." β
Exhausted, Martin shook his head at Catherine and smiled.
The two of them only cared about talking, but they didn't see that the girl's condition was not improving, and after spraying the medicine, it became more serious, and the breath was only breathing, but not breathing.
Jing Xi had been paying attention to her situation, and seeing this, she hurriedly called out to the woman and pointed at the girl for her to see.
After Catherine praised Martin, she also relaxed, sat on the ground, and fanned herself with her hands, obviously she was just sweating.
Hearing Jing Xi shouting, she glared at Jing Xi angrily, and then turned her head to look at her master, and when she saw it, she was so frightened that she got up and shouted loudly: "Miss, you can take some more medicine." β
She pressed the spray bottle hard into the girl's mouth, and the girl had lost the ability to breathe, and her eyes had begun to roll upwards to reveal the whites of her eyes.
Martin's eyes were red, he snatched the vial and sprayed it into the girl's mouth himself.
Jing Xi looked at it, one on one side, pushed away the two people, she put it on the girl's pulse, her pulse was very weak, almost no beating, fortunately Jing Xi's feeling was sensitive, and she felt the girl's pulse and there was a trace of beating.