The square is very lively, and many people have already collected their umbrellas and walked on the circular stairs of the square.

Chen Xing also put away his umbrella.

I looked up at the sky and reached out to feel if there was any raindrops.

I always felt that there was still a drizzle in the air, but I really didn't feel anything anymore, only the thick water color in the air and the moistened marble floor of the square, which made the whole environment permeated with a cool tone.

Chen Xing stood at the entrance of the square, his two sides were circular, and the stairs continued to go down, this staircase was very long, you could say that he was going down the stairs, or it could be said that he was the seat to watch the front stage.

These seats occupy more than half of the circular square, and then in front of it is a stage, and at the back of the stage is a monument-like thing.

Like a monument, but also like the Arc de Triomphe in Paris.

It's very ancient Roman style.

This square reminded Chen Xing of the Roman Theater.

Stone buildings have survived longer than wooden ones, and for thousands of years, at most, they have been eroded by time and wind, and as long as there is no war, then such a square can exist for almost another thousand years.

No one could push the flames of war into France before France surrendered.

That's why there are so many ancient buildings in France.

In addition to people, there are also a lot of pigeons here, there are people selling corn and bread next to Chen Xing, and there are many street performers in front of them.

Foreign street performers feel quite profitable.

The street singer's felt hat that Chen Xing approached was already full of euros, and a lot of money was spent, and the singer probably sang very hard because of this.

The songs are classic.

Casablanca。

It's a song from a few decades ago, and it's world-class, and it's heard by anyone who likes to listen to English.

The literal translation of the name is also very good.

Casablanca.

During the interlude of the song, the singer also played the guitar and danced a simple dance, and the dance movements were very handsome in Latin dance.

"Without your sigh, the kiss is meaningless."

"Please come back to Casablanca and come to me."

"As time goes by, I love you more and more every day......"

At the end of a song, a dozen or so people standing around applauded together, so that the surrounding pigeons looked up at the same time, and it seemed that they could also hear the sound.

The generosity of those who have change has given a little more to the euro that is already overflowing.

Chen Xing also gave a little change.

Street performers rely on this money to eat, if everyone who listens to him sings is a prostitute in vain, then the final result can only be that the singer changes his profession and never sings again, and five euros is equivalent to Chen Xing's support for him.

went to the stall to the side to buy a hot dog, and Chen Xing found a dry place to sit down.

The height of this staircase is just right to sit down, and it seems that this square was definitely used as a stage in the past, and these steps are the seats.

As soon as Chen Xing sat down, several white pigeons surrounded him.

"Ah...... I don't have anything for you, do you want hot dogs? ”

The dove cooed.

Of course, they didn't understand what Chen Xing was talking about, but they instinctively felt that this creature was very close and there was no danger.

"Really?" Chen Xing asked again.

Then he fed the first pigeon with a little hot dog bread with his fingernails, but Chen Xing soon found that this was not going to work, and as he began to feed himself, more pigeons were gathering at Chen Xing's feet.

Just when Chen Xing didn't know what to do, all of a sudden, these pigeons all flew up.

Not only these around Chen Xing, but even the pigeons at the edge of the circular staircase a hundred meters away flew up, and the white pigeons in the entire square were like a round ball shrinking inward, collectively flying towards the monument in front of the square, but the only places on the monument could stand, half of the pigeons stood still, and the other half of the pigeons could only continue to fly.

They flew around the monument, and then expanded the range, flying over the heads of countless tourists.

Lap, lap, lap.

It was like performing a waltz, and in the exclamations of the tourists, it was as if some kind of piano music had appeared.

So neat!

In the middle of the way, many pigeons fell off the team, and then stopped to return to normal, the first few leaders were the worst, and they flew for a long time, and when they saw that there were no companions around, they remembered to rest, and fell to the ground to sort out their feathers.

Chen Xing subconsciously went to find the camera.

But I soon remembered that I had my own camera, and I was relieved.

If this scene hadn't been recorded, there would be no point in coming to Rouen this time, and I would have to slap my ears when I went back.

Sitting down again, Chen Xing is now a good learner, and he can only eat things by himself, and he can't feed them to these pigeons. Otherwise, there will be a large group of people at that time, and I don't know if there will be a scene like the one just now to save myself again.

Holding a hot dog in his right hand to eat, Chen Xing stretched out the index finger of his left hand.

He whistled.

Bai Gezi, who was still arranging his feathers, looked at Chen Xing, stared at Chen Xing's hand for a while, and then really jumped up with his wings as Chen Xing thought in his heart, and grabbed Chen Xing's hand.

Tut...... It hurts a little.

But it's a little weird.

There were other tourists next to Chen Xing, and when they saw a pigeon standing on Chen Xing's hand, they came over and asked, "What?" Handsome guy, how did you do that? ”

These pigeons will only eat what you have on your hands and will never come near anyone other than that.

The only way to get close to them is to put your fists on the ground and let the pigeons around you think you have something to eat, and they will come over on their own, just to get something to eat.

"I don't know." Chen Xing said.

He was holding something in his right hand, so he touched the pigeon's head with the back of his hand, and it didn't fly away, and the female tourist who asked Chen Xing just now also wanted to reach out and touch it, but the frightened little guy stepped on Chen Xing's finger and flew away quickly.

"Why !!" The female tourist was a bit devastated.

The best friend next to her hurriedly comforted.

Everyone else can touch the pigeon, so why can't she?

Chen Xing said that he couldn't help it, so he quickly slipped away.

There are a lot of food trucks on this street next to the square, selling pizza and hamburgers, and summer is coming, and there are quite a lot of ice cream trucks. He would have liked to go straight to Joan of Arc, but walked around the street for two hours.

But when he came to Joan of Arc's Church, he knew what it meant to be famous than to meet.

It's just a typical Protestant church, with a modest interior but a unique appearance.

He originally thought that this should be a popular attraction, Joan of Arc is more famous, and there should be no one in China who loves to play games and read books, but it turned out to be an unpopular attraction, and there are few tourists.

It's a far cry from Rouen Cathedral.

After a day here, Chen Xing took the train directly to Paris on Sunday afternoon.

…………

"Dude is back!"

Chen Xing opened the door with the key and said, but the landlord glanced at Chen Xing, and then went to read the newspaper with reading glasses. ”

Chen Xing suddenly thought of his own inspiration.

"I like it beyond my imagination, the feeling of being surrounded by flowers."

With that, he ran upstairs.

It's good that I didn't remember, but as soon as Aunt Lizi reminded me, Chen Xing wanted to pick up the pen and start drawing immediately.

When he reached the third floor, Chen Xing knocked on the door.

"Hedwig, huh? Hedwig. ”

Hedwig opened the door in a set of white pajamas and peeked at it, then asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Can I borrow your easel?"

"Huh?"

"I want to paint, can I borrow your easel?"

Hedwig still doesn't understand, why did Chen Xing, a person who studied photography, suddenly like painting? Do you want to change your major after two days of playing and coming back?

But since it was Chen Xing, he wanted to borrow it......

"Okay." She said.

She wanted to help Chen Xing take it out, but as soon as she turned around, Chen Xing came in, startling Hedwig.

Chen Xing looked at her room.

This time it was very clean, there was nothing else on the bed, the quilt was lifted, and there was a book next to it, although it was not dark yet, the light on the bedside table was still on.

"Thank you." Chen Xing said, "I'll just paint here with you, can I?" I guess there's a place to ask you. ”

"Well, right?"

Chen Xing knew her temper and said with a smile: "If you don't want to, you can refuse." ”

But Chen Xing had already sat down.

Hedwig felt helpless.

But I didn't think Chen Xing hated it, it was really strange.

There were several easels in Hedwig's room, two of which were painted, Chen Xing didn't move, he found an empty one and asked, "Is there a new canvas?" ”

"Don't bother with it, just shovel out what I drew when I practiced."

She found a small shovel and shoveled off the paint from a painting, leaving the paint residue on the ground.

This is the disadvantage of the studio and bedroom in one place, it is impossible to be clean, and the smell of paint will always be there, and people who love cleanliness will not take care of it often over time.

I will only clean it once in a while when I can't stand it.

Chen Xing didn't know much about the preparation and post-production of oil painting, so he could only watch Hedwig busy, and the extremely conservative white long skirt and pajamas couldn't cover her figure.

It's all adults, and there's nothing wrong with adults watching what adults should see.

But wouldn't it be embarrassing to have thoughts about your roommates and see each other more often in the future?

Unless you have a serious relationship.

Chen Xing looked at Hedwig's painting.

Hedwig studied classical oil painting, but the modern classical oil painting method is different from that of hundreds of years ago, and one of her paintings is a woman walking out of the subway and looking at the painting.

The other one looks like a prom?

At the ball, a man was drunk and lying on the table, and people were looking at it.

Standing in front of the painting, you always feel like people are looking at you.

But it's not that weird feeling, at least Chen Xing feels very real, as if his own memories have emerged.

"Alright." Hedwig said.

Chen Xing took out the sketch he had drawn, sat on a chair and recalled the picture at that time, and gradually that feeling came again, that kind of creative desire that is difficult to describe. Driven by this feeling, Chen Xing used Hedwig's paints again.

He also ...... You're welcome.

She sat on the bed, but she couldn't read the book anymore, so she kept staring at Chen Xing's paintings.

The speed of creation is so fast.

But the twist of the line is a bit stiff, and the technique is okay, hey, how is this drawn?

Chen Xing's alternative creative approach makes Hedwig feel amazing.

After a long time, Chen Xing moved his head and arms, but he bumped into something, looked back and found that Hedwig was holding his chest and took a few steps back, Chen Xing understood in his heart, and asked:

"Are you alright?"

"Nope!"

Chen Xing smiled, turned around and asked while painting: "A high-achieving student like you will also look at a rookie painting like me?" ”

"You're not a rookie, you're also very good." Hedwig replied with a blank look.

She can't understand how many of Chen Xing's lines are drawn, although she can't understand it, her skills are still very powerful, Chen Xing's poor skill is now proficiency, draw for a while, change some bad habits, at least she can draw the same as herself.

"What do you want to draw?" She asked.

"A picture I saw when I was traveling, when I saw a bubble machine on a flower room, it was a coincidence that a child picked up a lot of petals of various colors, and he threw the petals into the sky, with the rising bubbles, that kind of picture I think is very beautiful."

Hedwig tried her best to think about it, but she couldn't think of how beautiful it was.

At this time, Aunt Lizi asked the two of them to go down to eat, she agreed, and said to Chen Xing: "You go out, it's okay to take the shelf away, I want to change my clothes." ”

No matter how much Chen Xing likes to tease Hedwig, he has to leave at this time.

Shrugged his shoulders.

"See you downstairs."

Shah Rukh didn't have anything to do today, just the four of them for dinner, Aunt Lizi made a special sumptuous meal because Chen Xing came back, and the steak that looked very tender and juicy for each person was still sizzling when it was placed on the plate.

When it comes to Western food, steak definitely comes to mind.

But in fact, even the French rarely eat steak in their daily lives.

At the dinner table, Uncle Feida asked, "Where have you been this time?" ”

"As far as Monet's garden, and Rouen, I can't go further because I don't have enough time, but I encountered something on Vernon's side this time that touched me very much."

"What is it?"

"I met ......"

He told Franz about it, especially the first time he saw those photos, from casual to moving. His talent for writing gave him a great improvement in his language organization, at least Uncle Feida and Aunt Lizzie were touched, and Franz's pity reminded them of their own children.

Hedwig has been silent.

But the silence wasn't the same as she had before.

Aunt Lizzie soon noticed it as well and asked, "What's wrong with you?" Hedwig? ”

"No, it's a good father...... "I have eaten," she sighed, "and I'm done." ”

After saying that, he went back to his room.

Uncle Feida asked incomprehensibly, "What's wrong?" ”

"It should be her father's business?" Aunt Lizzie didn't know that Hedwig never told everyone about their family.

However, she knew that Chen Xing and Hedwig had an unusual relationship, so she gestured a few times with her eyes.

Hurry up, can you still eat in this situation?

(End of chapter)