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The orange of the sunset is the sparkling waters of the Seine.

The two were leaning against the railing of the Mirabeau Bridge, standing at the place where Celan committed suicide by jumping into the river.

The bronze inscription of Apollinaire at the head of the bridge is as blue as the sky of Paris at the moment, and the bridge in the 16th arrondissement of Paris, surrounded by relatively modern skyscrapers, is incompatible with this bridge that has a certain meaning of exile in King's Landing.

Standing in the center of the bridge, the four statues of goddesses decorated on the piers represent Paris, commerce, navigation and abundance, and the Seine River flows slowly at the feet, as if the love affair is like a mighty wave, and not far away, stands the small statue of Liberty given back to France by the United States.

In the setting sun, the man's face was plated with a layer of pale orange peerless elegance, and King's Landing was a little fascinated by it, thinking about the unforgettable and crazy trip to Paris in the past few days, and unconsciously held his hand.

What was once a dream of anticipation has finally become a reality.

Stepping on the fallen leaves, snuggling up to the Shangguang Kun Pagoda and embracing the Mirabeau Bridge, standing at the place where the Austrian Jewish poet Paul Zelan committed suicide by throwing himself into the water.

"Bury these words with the deceased, which is what he has said for life, and gently lay his head between the words, and let him experience the tongue of longing, the tongs."

"The blood in his heart once rushed."

King's Landing Love, who was embraced by a man, also followed Celan's "To Paul. Éluard: "When a hand is as bare as he is, tie the one who calls him 'you' to the tree of the future." ”

Hidden verses, hidden emotions, only they can understand.

The great meaning of that suffering, exile, tragedy.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the man kissed her lips affectionately, sacred and beautiful, an eternal silhouette frozen on the Mirabeau bridge, blending into his and her moment.

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The riverside apartment in District 16, not very far from the Rimilabor Bridge, is a property purchased during the study of Kunta, and it is an old building with a history of more than 200 years.

Walk up the nostalgic, narrow staircase with dark green wallpaper and stale rattling of the wooden floors.

The first floor of the apartment belonged to a wife named Pierre, who was also the caretaker of the three-story apartment, and this lady had been helping Quinta clean for the past few years, so it was all clean.

Madame Pierre lived on the first floor, and the second and third floors belonged to the Quinta.

Old-fashioned time phonographs, copper-colored loudspeakers, and neat books on the shelves, many of which are original books in gilded kraft paper rolls.

The stalls are covered with bohemian carpets intertwined with red and gold, and old sandalwood furniture, craftsmanship from Naples.

The aesthetic of Kunta is always so high.

Here, there is a sense of humanistic nostalgia, and the monk Guangkun Pagoda is in the Far East, and the three-dimensional and several split-level spaces in the Golden Triangle are completely different.

Residential buildings in Paris are generally small, and this is no exception, but the outdoor lighting is very good, walk up to the third floor, the wind blows into the living room, and walk to the balcony to see the Mirabeau bridge in the distance.

"Here's the key." The man opened a cabinet on the bookshelf and handed a coffee-colored brown paper bag to King's Landing, which contained the real estate transfer register in French, the title deed, a bank card, and a copper key.

He solemnly handed all of this into the palm of her hand.

King's Landing Love shook her head slightly, she had an ominous premonition in her heart, she was not stupid, some of Shang Guang Kunta's words in the past two days were just like explaining the aftermath, making her feel inexplicably worried.