In April, the weather in Paris is mild and pleasant. Two months after I came back, my mood has settled.

On Saturday mornings, the streets are clean with red bricks and few pedestrians, and I carry my sketchpad to a lake in the suburbs to sketch, where there is a church, in the early Gothic style, and many people come to pray on weekends. There is an old and beautiful elementary school near the church, and the children in it are all residents of the town, simple and cheerful. Sometimes I am commissioned by the church to teach some children basic oil painting, usually on Thursday afternoons, because it is more free. Walk to the lakeside, set up the drawing board, take out the materials you need from your backpack, and when everything is ready, you can slowly paint the beautiful scenery under the golden sun.

Some of the kids would come running over to play, but they wouldn't bother me too closely.

Some couples spread cloths on the grass to enjoy this rare sunny holiday.

After two hours, the right hand used to balance the palette had reached its limit, so I had to stop halfway through the painting, hoping that I would have the opportunity to finish it next time. The thought of going to Finland in five days suddenly felt a little nostalgic for this fashionable city that I had never liked very much.

Last week, I applied for a master's degree in public international law from the Faculty of Law of the University of Helsinki, Finland with a bachelor's degree from the Faculty of Law of the University of Le Les Descartes in France. Even though I still have half a year of master's degree in psychology at the fifth university, because of my body, I still follow my aunt's order to go to Finland early.

Return to the dormitory in the afternoon. I saw Mrs. Martin from afar, her dry hair fluttering in the wind, and her sallow face shining in the sun.

Mrs. Mardan ran up and kissed me on the cheek, her voice slightly agitated, "Oh Ann, you have finally arrived, a beautiful oriental boy has come to you, and he has been waiting for you all morning. ”

I was a little surprised, I didn't know any Orientals here, and even if I did, I just nodded my head at each other, and I didn't know each other to the point where I would come to find each other.

"Thank you, Mrs. Mardan." Slowly walking forward, wondering who it would be.

Maybe I guessed it was him, the beautiful Oriental boy, so there wasn't too much turbulence and surprise at the moment I saw him.

Ye Lin stood under the Rong tree at the door of the dormitory, dressed in white and clean casual clothes, with slightly long hair that had been cut short, looking energetic and bright.

"When did you come to France?" When I approached him and spoke first, I didn't expect that I could be so calm, maybe because I really let go of everything.

Ye Lin looked at me for a while before he said lightly, "Yesterday." His eyes were a little complicated and a little depressed, "Are you free?" Have a meal together. ”

"Good. But I'll have to put things down first. He pointed to the artboard behind him.

"I'll wait for you."

"Yes."

Back in my dorm, my new roommate in Singapore was writing lyrics, and no one else was there, so I walked to the small pavilion and set up my sketchpad.

"Ann. Someone looked for you in the morning, and he waited for you all morning. ”

"Yes." Go into the bathroom and wash some of the paint on your hands.

The roommate seemed to like the topic, "Did you meet him?" ”

"Yes."

"I thought he was gone. Honestly, he's so good-looking, dear? ”

"It's not." After washing his hands, he found that his sleeves were also stained with some whisker paint, and he was slightly annoyed, so he walked to the closet and took out a woolen jacket and folded it into the bathroom.

"Boyfriend?"

"It's not." I usually don't like this kind of tentative questioning, and I rarely pay attention to it, but this time it was a dispensable answer.

"Hah! Ann, give me his phone number! After changing clothes and coming out of the bathroom, my roommate jumped up to me with a pen and a piece of paper full of lyrics, "Since it's not your boyfriend, it's okay for me to pursue it." ”

I couldn't help but laugh, but also reminded her practically, "He might be back in China soon." ”

"Distance is not an issue." The roommate waved his hand, looking inconsequential.

I didn't expect her to say that, it didn't really sound like a joke, but, "I don't know his number." ”

My roommate looked at me, then frowned and exclaimed, "yes." The last time Audrey stole your phone, I only saw my aunt and your brother's numbers. She was a little upset, and muttered to herself, "It's rare to see the last one." ”

"I'm out." Didn't say much, like- the man was downstairs or something, after all, there really wasn't any need to meddle.

“…… The prince in a black suit...... "When I closed the door, I heard my roommate say this.

A black suit? I frowned, but didn't care.

For dinner with Ye Lin, I took him to an Italian restaurant not far from the Fifth University, which is funny, I have only eaten French food once or twice in six years in France, mainly because I have not been able to get used to the peculiar taste.

"The food at this restaurant is delicious." I say.

"Often?"

"I've worked here before." Taking a sip of pure water, "Are you waiting for the end of French Fashion Week before leaving?" ”

"No, I'm only here for two days." The dimly lit face looked a little mysterious.

"It's been a busy few days, otherwise I'll take you to Paris." I'll be honest.

Neither of them spoke, and there was a moment of silence.

After a long time, Ye Lin spoke, "I'm getting married." ”

“…… Kindness. I stirred the spaghetti in the plate smoothly, "Congratulations." ”

"Jian Anji, the last thing I want is your congratulations." Ye Lin raised his head and looked at me, with a stubbornness in his eyes.

"But, Ye Lin, all I can give is this congratulations." Calmly recounts an established fact.

"Did I miss all the opportunities, six years ago, six years ago, six years ......" Ye Lin was a little completely depressed when he said this.

Perhaps, but there is nothing to say about it - I will treat you as an elf who has broken into my life for six years, fading away all gray areas, and for you, only those pure six years, and smiling when I think of it in the days to come, and so satisfied.

When I got up the next day, I began to pack some luggage one after another, and my aunt said that she would come to pick it up in person, but I think there are a lot of things in the past six years, and I can't load a car back, so I will first sort out some things that I don't need to bring with me when I have extra time, and throw away the useless ones directly, and donate them to the church if they are still useful.

I probably don't need to take the painting tools because I also feel that painting has been getting more and more difficult lately; Christine's pile of DVDs, donate them, the church should be closer to heaven; Teddy bear, oh, the birthday gift given by Park Zheng is too big, I don't know if I will be scolded if I throw it away; The pink gloves were given by my aunt, which seemed to be a little smaller, and they were directly given to the children of the church...... After tidying up for about twenty minutes, I glanced at a piece of clothing folded at the bottom of the wardrobe, and picked it up with my eyebrows...... Very unfamiliar, a pure black blazer, without any patterns or stripes, the brand should be quite expensive......

…… Vague memories, pouring rain, gray streets, how can I not remember the way back, standing in the rain for two hours and finally fainting from exhaustion, at that time vaguely remember someone picked himself up, and then went to the hospital......

This dress must have been left by that person, and I forgot to take it back when I put it back on me—I was about to put it back in the closet, but I was surprised to find that there seemed to be something stuffed in the right pocket, and after a pause, I still looked through it out out of curiosity, some euros and two credit cards—could that person be too careless?,And a neatly folded piece of drawing paper.,After thinking for a moment, I still folded it—Place Chartelet, summer afternoons, fountains, pigeons, pedestrians, open-air cafes......