Fang Xiao (10)
"Thank you." She took a deep breath, the long-lost scent cheering her up.
"I arranged a new place for you to live, and I guess you might want to have a new life, so I made my own decision."
"Thank you, you thought it out."
She sipped her coffee, "I think you have arranged everything new in my new home, and according to your proposal, I think you may have asked the secretary to prepare new daily necessities for me." β
"You're only half right. I didn't prepare you too much. Because according to my plan, you will only stay in your new home for one night, and tomorrow morning you will accompany me to Paris. β
"To Paris?" She put down her coffee cup and asked, puzzled.
He leaned back in his chair and said comfortably, "Go on vacation." The Hsu family must have known the news of our teaming up, and they were probably preparing for the first round of challenge, but we avoided them and told them to pounce. β
"One blow, then decline, three and exhaustion." She held up her coffee, "Good way!" β
He looked at her with appreciation.
Seventy-two hours later, they were sitting on the left bank of the Seine drinking coffee.
In the autumn of the flower city, it is as warm and colorful as the fashion girls in Paris.
Sitting on the riverside, watching the old buildings reflected in the river, the light and shadow change, the water and light are separated, like an abstract oil painting.
Fang Xiao couldn't help but sigh: "Paris is really beautiful. Spring is so beautiful, autumn is so beautiful, and if it is summer, it will be even more beautiful. β
"Then we'll come back next summer."
Chu Mingrui said leisurely.
He changed into a casual T-shirt, and the sharp edge of the whole person was hidden behind that leisure, looking leisurely, steady and restrained, and not showing the usual solemn atmosphere of the mall hosts.
"Have you ever been to Paris in the spring?" He sipped his coffee and asked nonchalantly.
"Yes, in the spring of two years ago, I came here with Xu Shen on business." The smile on her face faded, "It was a long time ago. β
He changed his seat, and a girl selling flowers came up: "Monsieur, achetezunbouquet defleur Γ tonamour." (Sir, buy a flower for your beautiful female companion.) οΌ
He picked a lily in the valley, paid for it, and handed it to Fang Xiao.
"Thank you."
"The lily of the valley represents the regain of happiness, which my mother told me."
The smile on his face was serene and serene, "My mother loves flowers the most, and she used to tell me a lot of flowers. You never seem to have really smiled since you were admitted to the hospital, and I hope you will be happy again one day. β
"Thank you." She pinned the flower to her breast.
He laughed, "Have you noticed what is the word you say to me the most?" I'm telling you, it's 'thank you'. It used to be 'thank you, seven hundred and forty dollars', but now it's one word 'thank you'. β
She couldn't help but laugh too.
He breathed a sigh of relief: "This is the most decent smile I've seen in a few days." β
She added, "Thank you." β
He shook his head and sighed, "Look at you, here you are again." Both couldn't help but laugh.
The wind blows softly, the sunlight like broken gold falls lightly on people's cheeks like butterflies through the gaps in the leaves, people are singing elegant love songs in the distance, cruise ships in the river pass silently, countless tourists raise their cameras to take pictures, and tourists on the shore also raise their cameras to take pictures of the people on the cruise ship......
The wind blows through the leaves, the autumn air is crisp, and even the sky is blue and clear...... Everything in the Exotic Land is so beautiful and serene that it's almost unreal......
She reached out and brushed the shredded hair from her ear: "I really want to thank you, really. β
She said sincerely, "Thank you for everything you have done for me. β
He stroked the cup with one hand: "Say this and see the outside, we are friends, aren't we?" What's more, now we are allies. β
She looked around and changed the subject: "If you go back to China and open an open-air coffee shop like this on the side of Zhongshan Road, no one will patronize it." β
"Zhongshan Road?" He raised an eyebrow, "That would be very cost-effective, because as long as you prepare a glass of water, the dust and car exhaust must have turned it brown by the time you serve it to the guest's table, and you can save the coffee beans." β
She couldn't help but smile again, the coffee was getting colder, and the cool breeze passing by the sideburns made people feel the warmth and mellowness of Paris autumn.
In the evening, Chu Mingrui drove his own car and took her to tour the night view of Paris.
Traveling in a sea of lights, they walked along the Seine, saw the ancient Notre-Dame Cathedral, the Louvre, the Arc de Triomphe, and finally, they climbed the Eiffel Tower, standing on the top of Paris, overlooking Paris at night.
A dense sea of lights, more and more brilliant than the stars.
Fang Xiao couldn't help but sigh: "Great Paris!" β
Chu Mingrui asked, "Why use greatness?" β
"Because such a magnificent scene is all built by people brick by brick, it is great."
She leaned against the railing of the tower, her hair fluttering in the fierce wind, "Nature's miracles are great, but man's creation is even greater." β
He smiled and said, "Then I guess you're going to love my office in Manhattan." β
She looked at him quizzically.
"Because it's on the top floor of a high-rise building, and you can see all of Manhattan. It was a completely erected city, with layers of crystal-like buildings made entirely of delicate lighting, like a word in Chinese - Qionglou Yuyu. He painted a beautiful picture of her, "It's beautiful when you look out the window." β
She tilted her head, looked at him, and said, "I seem to have found a very generous boss." There is an office on the top floor of a building in Manhattan...... If you tell me now that you own a castle somewhere in the world, I don't think I'd be surprised. β
He smiled and straightened his wind-blown hair: "Let's go down, it's too windy, beware of catching a cold." β
Paris is so varied, and if you have time, it has enough beauty for you to discover and explore.
It's easy to spend time in the ornate Louvre, take a boat ride on the Seine, or take an old horse-drawn carriage for a circle, or don't go anywhere, just order a cup of coffee in a coffee shop on the street, gossip about some interesting stories about writers from hundreds of years ago, and an afternoon will slip away.
As those mournful and beautiful French poems say, time is fleeting, and there is no going back.
Chu Mingrui is an absolutely first-class player, and with him, he will never get bored.
Not only can he play, but he is qualified to play, he has many gold cards for first-class clubs, and he can book a place at the best or most famous restaurant in Paris at any time, and Fang Xiao followed him to simply review the Michelin star restaurant directory one by one.
Dine in a private club with more than 20 tables and adjacent tables for even the world's top celebrities or politicians.
She couldn't hold her breath for a while, and whispered to him in Chinese: "Is that person next to him JeanReno?" β
And he nonchalantly cut the truffle foie gras: "I don't know, who is he?" β
Fang Xiao didn't dare to be rare and strange anymore, so he had to bury his head in eating and endure the pain not to peek at the idols on the screen for many years.
That's not all, and Chu Mingrui knows what strange or authentic restaurants are hidden in those winding alleys, and takes her to mingle with off-duty French workers to eat the most delicious fried salmon steak in the world.
Every day you do nothing but tour, sightseeing, shopping, taking pictures, taste all kinds of ice cream, go to the bakery and queue up with Parisians to buy authentic handmade bread, feed the pigeons and eat popcorn in the square......
These things have become the most serious things, and even, on this day, she had a whim, and Chu Mingrui asked a street painter to paint portraits for them.
I can't move as a model, so the two of them chat.
Chu Mingrui said: "Paris is too flashy. Actually, there are many places in France that are quite good, especially on the Riviera, and I have a house in Saint-Jean-Cap-Fesse...... The best part is that there is a huge amount of cuisine there. β
He is the most picky about food, and he regards "eating" as a top priority, which is his most eccentric point.
In fact, Fang Xiao can understand that people always have their own little habits, and no one can be an exception.
With Chu Mingrui during the day, she can really forget all the hidden pains for a while, but every night, she is always entangled by endless nightmares.
Every time she screamed and woke up from a nightmare, she never dared to lie back in bed again.
She was afraid of the night, she was afraid of falling asleep, because Yiyi would always be there waiting for her and watching over her.
She could never get rid of it, there was no way to struggle, there was no way to breathe, only despair and fear again and again.
Therefore, she could only wake up alone in the silent night, when the whole of Paris was asleep, waiting for the dawn minute by minute.
On this night, another sleepless night, she stood alone on the hotel terrace, looking at the starry and winding headlights on the Champs-ΓlysΓ©es, and couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.
At this time, she heard Chu Mingrui's voice: "It's so late, why don't you sleep?" β
She was startled, and turned her head to see that on the adjacent terrace, he was standing there, smiling slightly, looking at her.
The original adjoining suite, the terrace is also adjacent.
She couldn't help laughing: "Didn't you sleep too?" β
He said: "I have severe insomnia, all on sleeping pills, and I happened to finish it today, so I had to count the stars." β
She said, "Then we are like-minded. β
He smiled again and asked, "Come and sit?" You can make a pot of coffee and have a chat to pass the long night. β
Without much thought, she agreed: "Okay. β
His room was next door to hers, and as soon as she went out, he opened the door to welcome her.
"Do you know how to make coffee? I'll just drink. β
She looked worried: "Oops, I'll only drink." β
He said, "I can't help it, I just don't drink it." There is liquor, do you want it? β
Without waiting for her to reply, he had already pulled the bottle out of the ice bucket, poured two glasses, and handed one to her.
When she saw the label on the bottle: CHATEAUD'YQUEM1982, she couldn't help but smile, this man was really not ordinary rich, and he never wronged his taste buds.
She asked, "When are we going back?" β
He said: "In a few days, I hope to let the Xu family know what heartache is on the day of my mother's death." β
She lowered her head, her loose hair slid down, she reached for it, and asked, "How long has it been since your mother died?" β
"Twenty years." His gaze grew cold, "It's been twenty years. β
Sensing that she was looking at him, his sharpness disappeared in an instant, and his tone became flat: "An old-fashioned story, do you want to hear it?" β
She bit the rim of her glass and said, "If you don't want to say it, you can leave it alone." β