The next few days were busy, and Dr. Bernard, a professor of psychology, kept urging me to stay at Lere-Descartes University to continue my studies, but I naturally refused, and I never regretted my promise to my aunt. At noon, I took the time to go to the exhibition hall of the Grand Palace to see an art exhibition, this kind of busy and idle things have not been done before, yesterday I heard that the works of the exhibition have Monet's early oil paintings, but also thought about a night, for Monet I like. It was five o'clock in the afternoon when I came out of the exhibition hall, and I returned from the same way, there are some high-end cafes and orthodox bars in this area, Christine used to like to drink, and I have been here a few times, and at this moment I somehow looked at the bar in front of me and wanted to go in and buy drunk, even if my mood was very calm and clear at the moment, even if I clearly knew that I couldn't drink.

The bar was sparsely populated at this time, except for a few bartenders and waiters, and one or two customers who for some reason came in during the day to get drunk like me. I sat on the high chair and ordered a martini, which is easy to get drunk, but also easy to sober.

"Chinese? Japanese? "The bartender who bartended for me was a foreign man with brown hair and blue eyes.

"Chinese."

"Hey! Our boss is also Chinese. ”

I looked at him and didn't say anything, and I wasn't surprised by this kind of thing.

"Jeff, from Mexico." He didn't seem to pay much attention to my silence, but still introduced himself to me with a little enthusiasm.

“Anastasia。” In foreign countries, I rarely use the word Jian Anji.

"To the beautiful Anastasia." Jeff shoved a cup of improvised Mexican tequila in front of me. "You have a pair of moving eyes, very moving."

"Thank you."

"Don't like it?" After a long time, Jeff saw that I had no intention of drinking, and couldn't help but ask.

"No, it's not." I smiled faintly, "I don't drink." ”

Jeff's eyes widened instantly, "Oh my! Miss, you don't drink and go into the bar. Jeff's expression was exaggerated and funny.

I laughed, "yes, so I'm going out now." "Actually, I would come in a moment ago and just do whatever I wanted, not really wanting to drink, just wanting to know what it was like to be drunk, which is boring to say.

"I think I can make you a non-alcoholic drink." Jeff makes comments.

"Then it's not wine."

"Makes sense. Anastasia......" he suddenly seemed to think of something, "I think I've heard the name Anastasia somewhere." After pondering for a moment, "I remember that the boss was drunk once......"

"I think there are not a few people who can use the name Anastasia." There are only a few foreigners' names over and over again.

"Well, that's right." Jeff agreed.

"Thank you for the wine." Taking a sip is considered basic courtesy, he puts the money on the counter and gets up to leave.

"Miss Anastasia, next time you come I'll treat you to juice!" Jeff's bright voice came from behind him.

Next time? I don't think I'll come back.

The church bells rang, startling the square with white doves. Following them, passing the Gothic spires, I suddenly wanted to take a free tour of Paris, alone.

A faint cool mist fills the lake, softening the sunlight and breathing, with a kind of cold refreshment. It seems that this coolness also reveals the sweetness of the pale green color of early spring. In the blue sky, the clouds were gone, as if they had never existed, leaving no trace of white. Silent sighed. It's all over, left behind in that city, whether it's family affection or love.

The panic, heaviness, resentment, and determination that I had in my heart have all faded......

Walk slowly towards the ancient ancient land. In about ten minutes, we walked to the old castle where Christine used to sketch together, with small paths and shaded trees, and some antique castles from the 15th century. The French themselves have almost forgotten about it, and tourists rarely visit it.

The quaint and old, how many times have I depicted it, but I still can't describe the ancient beauty of the complete Middle Ages. This time there were no painting tools. The painting I made here last time was also unfinished, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, a little regretful but relieved.

Through the white carved arch in the middle, some of the ground inside has been eroded and broken by time. Stepping further into the deeper courtyard, I suddenly remembered the crystal bracelet placed on the silver wall the year before last, and the gift given to Christine, maybe I can find it this time.

Slowly moving forward, I don't know how long it took, suddenly there was a loud bang in my thoughts, and the surrounding scenery trembled violently, black smoke, and fragments of buildings flying in all directions, and then suddenly my feet were empty, and I fell straight down......

The word "landslide" flashed through my mind for a moment. It's too late to scream. Fear instantly permeated the body.

When the blue sky disappeared from view, a dark shadow flashed......

In the drowsiness, a rotten smell of moss came to my nose, and there was the sound of water droplets in my ears.

I opened my eyes in pain, and it was as black as I had expected. How could such a thing happen?! Maybe God prepared for me to be buried alive, and suddenly a funny feeling arose, maybe "Jian Anji" would disappear into the world in this way, so cleanly!

The initial numbness of the limbs when they were first resuscitated passed, and the pain gradually hit, and there was a slight dull pain all over the body, and it was impossible to tell where the injury was for a while. It's just bizarre, and the pain isn't as bad as it seems.

At this time, I also felt that there was something strange on the ground under me, not the ruins of rubble that should have been, not the hardness that should have been, but a little warmth, and the strange and familiar smell of mint......

The tentacles are the texture of the cloth...... The heart suddenly panicked again, struggling to get up, but the waist was tightly held, and the body that was lightly raised fell down again, and a slight muffled snort sounded in the ears.

I felt that the person under me was slowly waking up, the restraints on my waist were released, and I quickly turned over and sat to the side, the rubble in the dark was in pain, and my heart was beating rapidly like a suffocation due to a guess, how could it be?! How could that person appear in France and fall with me so coincidentally!

"You...... You okay? The cold voice was hoarse and unrecoverable, but it was indeed a familiar voice!

The eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness that seemed to be endless, and they could see a faint way that was a long and narrow corridor, and the mottled walls in the darkness were like the ruins of the elementary school that had been caressed by fingertips.

A pile of rubble blocked the way in front, and a dark unknown in the back.

It should be the vibration caused by the collapse that caused the fragile collapse of this dilapidated underground passage, but fortunately, the collapse happened to be a secret passage, so it escaped the fate of being buried alive in an instant...... The world is always like this, and people don't know whether to lament or rejoice.

It's like - I don't want to think about why Xi Xichen appeared here, fell with me, and became my bottom!

There was a soft "pop" sound over there, as if it was striking something, and a little spark faintly flashed.

Then there was the sudden light - Xi Xichen didn't know what to use to light the torch on the wall of the dark passage.

The secret passages are more clearly presented in front of you, and the huge uneven stones eroded by moss and seeping water, as well as the simple and luxurious ornaments carved on the pit that carries the torches, all show the unique decadence and glamour of medieval Gothic.

The aesthetics, which originally represented religion and theocracy, have developed into completely different ones.

It is said that Goth seems to be the twin brother opposite of the new romantic personality, the dark pathology behind the glamorous and glamorous...... I smiled bitterly, my state of mind was so calm, to be honest, compared to this collapse, Xi Xichen's appearance surprised me even more!

In the firelight, I saw Xi Xichen holding a delicate pocket watch in his hand, the metal chain fell quietly around his pale and slender fingertips, the end seemed to be a little blackened, and a brilliant sapphire on the cover was extremely eye-catching.

"Changle sapphire, legend has it that it was discovered in a small mountain village called Xinwang, when the geological exploration team chatted with the elderly, they unexpectedly found that the blue flint they tied to the cigarette purse for lighting cigarettes turned out to be very similar to sapphire, and after identification, it was confirmed that it is the best quality sapphire in China so far...... I didn't expect it to be able to restore its original function. Faint words came, like casual explanations.

"No lighters?" After a slight surprise, he was a little annoyed by his excess curiosity.

At this time, those deep eyes stared at me silently, and the slight flickering light of the fire cast a dim shadow on his face, "...... I don't smoke. "I don't know why those innocent words gave me the illusion that there was something else hidden.

"The elementary school near the church was once the manor of Duke Mona t Ebel, and the church belonged to his estate, so this secret passage should have been built by him secretly for some reason, and the nobles at that time also had the unspoken rule of building secret passages in case of emergency." Xi Xichen took the torch from the wall and looked at the pile of rubble blocking the corridor, "One side leading to the church has collapsed, but there must be an exit on the other side." If he was so indifferent that he didn't have a trace of emotional ups and downs, the original place of death was turned into nothing by him in a few words.

The man in front of him is accustomed to forbearance, indifference and scheming, and his words are always half swallowed and half swallowed, making people unable to figure out his true intentions. It was the first time I had elaborated so bluntly, and I was narrow, "You know this very well." ”

Xi Xichen glanced at me, but he was silent.

After a long time, the figure holding the torch finally moved.

"Let's go." A deep voice spoke, walking towards the unknown darkness of the corridor.