This morning in France was as boring as ever.

Ming Xuan put the polished Mauser pistol into the pocket of his coat and went downstairs. In the past four years, the first floor of the house has been completely transformed into a commissary, with a room full of agate tassels, red wine bottle model pendants, all kinds of cashmere fabrics, and even raisins from a nearby winery in glass bags, neatly arranged on a square table with a variety of snacks, and a vertical drink freezer in a prominent position next to the pansy at the entrance.

His sister Mingmei used the commissary to earn almost all the living expenses they needed, even though they didn't have to earn any living expenses on their own.

When Ming Xuan went downstairs, Ming Mei sat on a rattan chair and sewed a cashmere shawl, pure white cashmere, fine and long tassels, she was decorating one end of the shawl with transparent crystal beads, using Hunan embroidery, orthodox Chinese embroidery. Ming Xuan took one end of the shawl and said, "Sister's craftsmanship is still the same. ”

Ming Mei smiled: "What? Can't stay idle? ”

Ming Xuan said: "No, after a few years of calm, you will be greedy for life and afraid of death when the time comes." ”

Ming Mei hid a thread and said, "Then do you want to marry a French girl?" Ming Xuan shrugged and said, "Sister, I've seen so many French girls, and I still think that Chinese women are the most tasteful, so I like to go on the street, maybe I can see a black-haired girl." ”

Ming Mei smiled: "It's okay to go out for a walk." ”

Mingxuan went out and wandered around the city of Bordeaux as usual. The Fragrance Manor was left behind him, like a calm gold leaf painting, glowing in the sunlight, and a young couple walked out of that warm glow.

After Mingmei's last stitch was embroidered, Siyu and Peng Youbin entered the store.

Ming Mei was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said hello. Siyu originally only wanted to buy a bottle of mineral water, but when he saw a familiar face, he couldn't help but feel kind, looked around the things in the room, exchanged a few words with Ming Mei, and began to pick souvenirs. Peng Youbin saw the freshly finished cashmere shawl in Mingmei's hand, the white crystal beads at both ends of the shawl were shining with crystal light, and he asked, "Boss, do you sell this shawl?" ”

Mingmei narrowed her eyes and nodded.

Siyu turned his head to look at him suspiciously. Peng Youbin's eyebrows and eyes were slender, and his expression was radiant, he hurriedly smiled and said: "Xiao Yu, you see, this shawl is very suitable for you, when the spring equinox begins in autumn, the weather is relatively cold, if you are like in the novel, wearing a royal blue batik flower cheongsam, the kind of jade pagoda pendant on the earrings, and then wearing this shawl, it will be very beautiful and elegant." ”

Siyu looked at Peng Youbin excitedly and nodded slowly. Siyu chose a few more souvenirs, Mingmei wrapped them one by one, Peng Youbin paid the money, only to find out that it was a troublesome big bag again.

Out of this small store, it is already the time when the sun is shining.

The bright sun makes people feel hot and dry, and their backs are wet with sweat. Peng Youbin felt that the big bag in his hand was about to fall, so he simply put everything down, then took off his coat, and put it on the white fence in front of the pansy bush, and then stuffed the small bag into the big bag, and held the mineral water in his arm before using his other arm to put on the coat.

Siyu looked at his cramped appearance, smiled and said, "My hands are not still empty, I'll help you get your coat." She took his coat, and the black coat dangled in the pansy bushes before it was firmly on her arm.

Follow this road to the centre of Bordeaux. In the center of Cancons Square is a round stone fountain, under the clear blue and white sky, the gurgling fountain surrounds the stone carved Ma Long, the stone statue, the kind of blue stone statue and the square floor tiles like the ink pool under the blue and white sky, in front of the tourists resting on the black lacquered iron tables and chairs show a different style.

The sun in Bordeaux is so bright that it leaks through the canopy like a waterfall for nine days. She was bathed in such bright sunlight, next to the fountain in the center of Cancons Square, and the clear water spewed a beautiful arc in mid-air, sprinkling a cool side. When the sun shines, the water arc reflects a colorful rainbow, like a spotlight on the stage shining on the gauze skirt of the pointy dance star, with an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

Coming and going in a foreign country, she gazed at his silhouette through the endless crowd.

Peng Youbin is also just a teenager. Such a bright sunshine gilded his back with a layer of fluffy gold edges, and he wandered in the flower shop on the other side of the square, the French have always liked romance, and even the city has become romantic, true or false, and it seems that he is also romantic.

He walked towards her, and she looked at him with a smile, and he narrowed his narrow Danfeng eyes. Peng Youbin sat down beside her, always preferring fresh green, and he held up the green rose with dewdrops in his hand and gently pinned it to her sideburns.

The fragrance of flowers is rippling in the softness, there is no vigor, there is no thrilling legend, but if there is happiness, then this moment will be eternal and eternal. She asked thoughtlessly: "Peng Youbin, what type do you like?" ”

He narrowed his eyes again: "What, you're in love with me?" She touched the roses on her sideburns and sighed deliberately: "It's not good to read too many books." He frowned, and Siyu said: "You don't know which novel I read it in, the long cheongsam jade pendant is decent and elegant, but now I'm afraid that only the president's wife is dressed like this when she attends the Congress." ”

He said thoughtfully: "It's not like that, it's just that you choose one road by mistake, and you can't see the scenery on the other road." But people always want to take the beauty of the world into their eyes, since ancient times, princes and generals, beauties of the country, the difference between one thought, but there is no double law. ”

She laughed, "What? Do you want to settle in the mountains and rivers in the next life? He said: "I had a chance that I thought I could choose, but it was a feeling, an indescribable feeling, that made me muddy the waters." It is said that only one scoop is taken for 3,000 weak water, but no matter how many beauties there are, it is just idealistic. Even now, I'm looking for a sense of loss, ridiculous, right? Such a high-sounding magnificent. Siyu said: "So, you still have the most feeling for money?" ”

He smiled and said nothing.

Peng and Bin are very good players in France, they wandered around all day, and in the face of Siyu's admiration, he just said leisurely: "To make money is to play, if you don't have a good time, what do you do to make money?" ”

It wasn't until it was dark that they went back along the same road, and finally arrived at the grape slope of the fragrant manor, large and small stones, Siyu followed Peng Youbin, one was not careful, Siyu "oops" and the center of gravity was unstable. Peng Youbin reacted and helped her, took his coat in her hand and asked, "Xiaoyu, are you okay?" ”

A slight ache came from her ankle, and she waved her hand and said, "It's okay, I didn't twist it." Peng Youbin looked down and saw that her ankles were worn out of the skin, and a trace of blood was oozing from the flesh. She asked, "Is there any paper?" ”

Peng Youbin hurriedly rummaged through his coat pockets, and after handing her the tissues, he seemed to think of something and continued to rummage through his pockets. Siyu pressed the wound with a piece of paper and asked, "What are you looking for?" He looked for it and said, "Have you seen a smoky gray velvet box, the square one?" ”

Siyu shook his head: "Did you just lose it?" Is it important? He suddenly raised his head, the twilight of the mountain was reflected in his eyes, the faint light of water flickered, and quietly dimmed, he pursed his lips and said, "Forget it, it doesn't matter, if you lose it, you will lose it." ”

Peng and Bin turned forward. The mountains of purple and red grapes and the burning clouds burn people's eyes, as if they are connected into a brilliant sea of flowers, crowded one by one, more like fireworks unfolding, shining the most brilliant colors, but after an instant, it is endless darkness, cold and boundless, just like his head will not leave.

She kept up with him, the fear of déjà vu enveloping her over the years.

Peng and Bin returned to the manor's castle, almost exhausted, slumped on the sofa, allowing their bodies to sink into the soft sofa.