“…… If you are tired of the soldiers with loaded guns and the recruitment advertisements on the streets, you might as well take a walk around the city, the antique buildings with hundreds of years of history, the only intact luxury commercial street in Europe, coupled with gorgeous luxury hotels and perfect French meals, let you forget the haze of war and return to the peak moment of the most glorious civilization of mankind......"

-- The Coalition Times' special weekend travel issue

***

Paris, a city that has always been wrapped in a romantic aura, has been shrouded in night, and although France was once the most dangerous country on the European continent, and is still facing the threat of the ACA on the front line, the Parisians have not given up drinking their cocktails made of romance, fraternity, freedom and optimism - just like the red, white and blue flag that has become only symbolic, in a sense, the French, or rather the Parisians, interpret the meaningful words with their actions - "The war is coming, Life has to go on. ”

But at the end of the day, the city hasn't been attacked on a large scale since World War I. According to Craig, this is the source of their optimism.

The young man in the suit was wearing only a shirt and a tie that had been pulled open, and he was a little raunchy and a red-haired woman rolling on the bed of the Frasers Hotel Claridge Champs-Élysées, which was a daily routine for Logan, and a normal leisure activity for a young man at the age of 26.

But suddenly, the blonde youth ended up with a tongue kiss. He rolled out of bed, stretched lazily, and walked to the window.

The woman with heavy makeup showed a slightly dissatisfied look because of the sudden interruption of enthusiasm, and pulled the shoulder straps of the low-cut evening dress to cover up, and the woman looked at Logan's back.

"Mr. Craig?"

"You're so beautiful," Logan gently opened the window, and the cold March air suddenly poured into the room, making the woman in the bed shiver.

"However, I don't want to spend the night with you today."

Before the red-haired woman could react, Logan suddenly shook her right hand. Throwing a roll of paper at the woman. Then he grabbed the window lattice and jumped over.

The woman didn't even have time to see what had been thrown - it was the eighth floor!

“Bonnesoirée，machérie，Bonrêve!！ (Good night.) Lady. Have a good dream)"

The woman rushed to the window. Logan, who had already landed, got up from the tumble, then turned his head and shouted in broken French at the woman lying on the windowsill. Then he sped away into the corner with an inexplicable wild laugh like a child's prank.

At this time, the red-haired woman had the time to see the scroll of paper in her hand—it was a roll of universal coins tied with leather bands, and although it was a pleasure for the two lovers, the rent for a night in such a high-end hotel was not cheap.

Especially the number of prepared and the bands that have been tied, I'm afraid, it's really a prank.

***

After finishing his prank, the young man finally stopped smiling, and after two kilometers of galloping along the wide streets of Paris, Rogan crouched in the corner, took a few deep breaths, then took off his valuable tie, threw it in the trash, cleaned up his hair at the puddle under the street lamp on the corner, and then cleared his throat, crossed the street, and raised his hand to rhythmically bang on the door panel of a gift shop.

It's two o'clock in the morning.

The gift shop was of a family-style kind, and Rogan glanced at the building, and he couldn't tell if the three-story building was a legacy of the French Revolution or if it had been deliberately rebuilt in the style of the seventeenth century, but it didn't matter, he was just stinting, powerful, banging on the door.

"Get out of here, or I'm going to call the police!!"

Finally through the door, there was a dull shouting from inside the room, but Logan neither answered nor stopped slapping until the scolding shopkeeper got up from his bed and walked towards the door with a short-barreled shotgun.

"I told me to get out of the way—"

The moment the shopkeeper opened the door with his gun, his scolding stopped, and a stack of blue pieces of paper flew over and smashed into his face—it was a hundred-dollar universal coin.

"I want a rose, the white rose I gave you a year ago, if it hadn't died, it would have bloomed tonight, fold it off and give it to me."

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and looked at the young man in the purple shirt in front of him—he remembered that a year ago this afternoon, this young man had brought a pot of white roses and five thousand yuan in cash, and had to take care of the pot for a year, and promised to bring five thousand yuan when he returned.

5,000 yuan general currency, which is almost a year's income of the boss, although this middle-aged uncle didn't care too much about the promise of the young man after a year, but the gift shop originally had a lot of flowers raised by himself, which were specially purchased by the people who paid tribute, so there was not much of this pot.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and closed the door, Logan was not in a hurry, he stood in front of the door with his hands on his chest, humming something in a low voice, the boss who was a Frenchman knew that it was a Marseillaise song when he heard it, but the French songs that came out of Logan's mouth were not standard in pronunciation, and there were all kinds of out-of-tune.

"Where's the wild boy?" The boss used gardening scissors to cut the most beautiful white rose, wrapped it in newspaper professionally, came back to the door, and handed it to Logan, who was waiting at the door.

"No need to look for it." Logan raised his finger and gestured at the banknotes scattered on the ground, then turned around and waved, "The pot of flowers is for you." ”

The boss looked at the scattered banknotes hesitantly, and just as he wondered if they were fakes, Logan suddenly turned around and spoke.

"You don't look like a domineering nobleman."

"Although I didn't have good grades in history when I was young, I really want to hang you on a street lamp now." The shopkeeper was silent for a moment, but still said viciously with a bit of a bluff.

"That's right." Logan suddenly smiled, and then walked to the empty square not far ahead. There was never a look back.

It was the Place de la Invalides.

***

Les Invalides, the full name of the House of Honors, is the famous French Sun King Louis XIV period of the masterpiece, in the words of the textbook, the Sun King's contribution to French architectural art is obvious to all, the Louvre, the Champs-Elysées, the Tuileries Palace, the Place de la Victory and a series of buildings that have been inherited to this day are from the Sun King's "holy decree", compared with the front row of famous names. At first, the Invalides was not well-known as a sanatorium for disabled servicemen - though. The name was finally taken by Napoleon? Bonaparte and his mausoleum made it possible for most of the tourists who came to Les Invalides for sightseeing for this little man of more than 1.5 meters.

However, in the year 2100, at the turn of the century. The French government at that time was in a huge square in front of Les Invalides. A new monument was built.

This 178.9-meter-tall building. The 7.14-meter-wide monument on the base corresponds to the founding date of France on July 14, 1789, and at the top of the marble monument, a bronze green statue of the goddess of battle holds the French flag in one hand. With a sword in his hand, he turned his head to look east, in the direction of Place Bastille.

"Place here the soldiers who defended their king with their lives and blood, and let them spend the rest of their lives in peace and quiet...... - Louis XIV-Louis, the "Sun King"? Dieudonnay? Bourbon. ”

Rogan lowered his head and looked at the pardon of Louis XIV engraved on the pedestal, and a little higher, the inscription of the monument was engraved.

"To the memory of the French warriors who gave their lives for the freedom and equality of France and of humanity."

"Mom, I'm coming to see you again."

Rogan took a deep breath, looked up, and looked at the statue of the goddess at the top of the monument with a somewhat difficult smile.

***

"They say that this monument is for all the warriors of France, so I guess you will stay here when you die......"

Logan? Craig climbed more than a hundred meters of the monument and sat at the foot of the bronze statue, the white rose was inserted in the gap of the stone bricks, the unruly young man hung on one leg and curled up on the other, he hugged the curled leg with his hand, and looked up at the city of Paris with bright lights in the vast dark night, and his voice was very soft.

"I asked Uncle Adrian again, the League still doesn't allow the declassification of the texts of the year, and you may have to be wronged here for a while, but I've already seen it, right there is the Isar River, you know, there's a cemetery with a nice view, and a quiet chapel, just like the one you liked to go to when you were alive."

"But I know you're going to say, 'There's nothing bad here,' so the old man seems to me to be a real fool, what kind of shit luck did he have to marry a woman like you."

"The old man is in good health, don't worry, I don't care too much about the others, I know that Uncle Adrian is in the limelight, and the rest, it doesn't matter."

"I know mom you must ask me about Charlotte, but I still don't know anything, I have an oriental friend who once said that the deceased can enter the dream of a close person, called 'Dream', if you want to ask about it, why don't you give the old man a try?"

"Actually, you're right, I'm not a German in my bones, I'm a German and a Frenchman, I should be closest to an American, anyway, I'm living well in Rimlia, your son has a lot of admirers, and my biggest worry now is how to get rid of those beautiful and excellent girls."

"It's not like I've been idle all day, though. Lately my friends and I have been figuring out how to save the world – I know it's dangerous, but I'm your son, aren't I? ”

"Actually, I'll never forget it, it was the first and last time I saw you in your military uniform, that back...... I was angry, sad, and happy, but now, I finally understand. ”

"My friend once said that everyone has something that they can do, and the happiest thing in life is to find and complete this thing that only they can do - or rather, at least, in the process, he is happy."

"I used to think you must be miserable in the snow and ice in Finland, but I think I've changed my mind...... I'm your son, and maybe I'll end up following the path you've taken. ”

"When I left home, I told the old man that I don't need your protection, and it's still the same, the difference is that unlike the old man, I don't do this because of the alliance, because these things are things that only I can do...... Right? ”

"By the way, I may have to wait a few more years for my grandson, I don't have a favorite ...... yet"

"Okay," Logan suddenly smiled, an expression that had never appeared on the blonde youth's face, he smiled helplessly and embarrassedly, and then took a deep breath, "Actually...... Is there a girl...... I kind of like it. ”

Logan's embarrassed smile didn't last long, and then the blond-haired young man sighed heavily, then sniffed and spoke softly in a voice that he could barely hear.

"But, alas, she's a knight."

***

"It's all to blame on that damn boy."

Before dawn, the owner of the gift shop got up from the bed, and after he checked all the five thousand and twenty-seven dollars that Logan had left behind to be genuine, the owner, who had barely slept all night, looked out the window and found that under the bright sky of Paris, there were scattered spring rains at some point.

The complaining middle-aged man comforted his wife and daughter, and then went to the nursery behind the flower shop to carefully examine the white roses that were being moistened by the rain.

In the dripping spring rain, a bunch of new shoots appeared on the branches at some point. (To be continued......)

PS: Today's third watch, because book friends may have to sleep, so the next three watches will be advanced to 8 o'clock in the evening, thank you...... I'm going to die first...... Kneel and beg for all kinds of counts, thank you