"Brother, good morning." Jian Yu rubbed her eyes and came out of the bedroom in the middle. Because it was summer, my mother agreed to let him stay with his cousin for a month.

Xi Xichen put down the newspaper in his hand and pushed a glass of milk to the position on his right, "Eat breakfast first." ”

The little boy shuffled over and climbed into his chair, "Can you not drink milk?" With a pretty frown, he looked at the glass of white liquid in front of him with a slight disgust.

"Yes, yes." The faint voice was unwavering, lazy and careless, "Drink again in the evening." ”

"Oh, again!" Annoyed, he slumped his head to the table and rubbed left and right.

Wen Xu's eyes were smiling, "Then drink the porridge." ”

"Oh good!" The small body immediately sat up straight, obediently picked up a small bowl of white porridge next to it and began to pick it up vigorously. Compared with milk, white porridge is simply a holy product, this is the first point of view in Jian Yuliang's young heart.

"Ahh That's right! The head buried in the small bowl was raised, turned to Xi Xichen, and his eyes blinked, "Is my brother going to that country with a beautiful iron tower again?" ”

"Yes."

"So, can you bring Yuling with you this time?" The beautiful little peach blossom eyes began to glow with desire.

"Want to go?" The voice was still sparse. I picked up the newspaper on the side and continued to read it.

"En-en-en-en-ne-en! Think about it, think about it! ”

"Yes."

"Huh!? Promised?! Can you really take Yuling with you? Great, great! ”

"Yes, no."

Boom! The sound of your head hitting the table.

Summer in France is mild and bright.

The Seine meanders through the world's most prosperous city, the city of Paris. Along the river, the scenery is beautiful and unique, and the scenery and color are natural, like a moving modern poem.

A man in black strolls leisurely by the river, with an indifferent demeanor, a handsome appearance, and an indifferent temperament, even in this drunken Paris, it will still attract many people to review frequently.

In fact, he has visited this place no less than twenty times, five years, twenty times, is it too much? Thinking of this, the man unconsciously smiled bitterly, and that smile was a little self-deprecating and a little sad.

When Xi Xichen returned to the hotel where he was staying, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. Took a shower and changed into a casual outfit.

Nian Yi came over and knocked on the door, "Elvis, let's have dinner together at night?" ”

Xi Xichen leaned sideways and let him in, "Something?" ”

"The boss of the company here wants to invite us to dinner."

"Why?" Xi Xichen frowned slightly, he had never liked to socialize.

"That's a good question, I want to know too. However, it is said that the CEO is a French-Chinese, and he wants to take this opportunity to enhance the relationship between us Chinese. Tsk, is this reason acceptable? ”

Xi Xichen naturally ignored his nonsense, and said indifferently, "I have something." "It means you can't go.

Nian Yi glanced at him, thought for a moment, and said with a smile, "Elvis, I haven't been able to figure it out, you have always been too lazy to take care of the affairs in the company, why are you so ...... about business trips Er, I can't say I'm interested. At least you never said no, though, right. "That's the point.

"You went alone at night?" There wasn't the slightest fluctuation in his voice, but it was clear that he didn't want to talk about it.

Nian Yi glared at him, "What can I do if you have something, I can only go alone, who made me so miserable." Then he smiled darkly, "What the hell is the matter with you?" It's weird, every time I come to France, I disappear for half a while. ”

Xi Xichen smiled faintly, "Then I worked hard for you at night." ”

Nian Yi was stunned for a moment, and then made persistent efforts to throw away his eyes, tsk, he was changing the topic again, he was really an idiot, "Forget it, I'm tired of talking to you." "And I don't feel a sense of accomplishment. I think he is a veteran who has worked hard in the business world for several years, what kind of person has not been seen, but this Xi Xichen is quite untouchable to him, and in fact, what is even more sad is that he still hasn't even figured out what that side looks like. It's too deep a person.

Nian Yi stood up, put his hands on the back of his head, and stepped out, "It's hard, it's hard, it's me who is suffering anyway." ”

Sending Nian Yi away, Xi Xichen returned to the living room, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring indifferently into the distance, without the slightest emotion in his eyes - maybe there was, but it was hidden too deeply......

Paris in the evening is beautiful, splendid and gorgeous, and exudes art everywhere.

"Anastasia, want to go out?" The slightly tall Russian girl asked, poking her wet head out of the bathroom.

"Yes." The Oriental woman deserved to be a little careless, picked up the cool hat on the table and opened the door and went out.

Walking on the familiar boulevard, although the sun was already setting, she still habitually wore a hat. She likes it at this time, at least it's not cold.

The woman's slightly emaciated figure dragged unusually lonely and lonely in the glow, and the dark dress set off a pale to almost morbid plain makeup.

"Following the path of false hope, I stepped on thorns, and only then did I know that they were not ......flowers," (from Tagore's poems) the woman muttered, but in fact she did not know what she was reading.

Walking a bit carelessly and without a specific destination, she would stop if she saw street art halfway through, tilt her head slightly to admire, and then put change in their top hat as she left.

"Sir, do you need to draw one?" The long-haired street painter smiled and asked.

"Can you draw landscapes?" In a deep and elegant voice, he spoke French.

"Oh, no one has ever asked for it, sir." The painter's tone was a little surprised, but he could hear that he readily agreed.

The man walked to the railing of the bridge, pointed to a place not far away, and said indifferently, "Scenery...... Including people. ”

Anastasia got up from the wooden chair on the riverbank and gently helped the group to put on a tidbit, she should go back, or they would report her late arrival to the housekeeper, which would be troublesome.