Paris Syndrome (Japanese: パリ Syndrome) or Paris Syndrome originally referred to the fact that people in the East were so disappointed after actually going to Paris that they fell into a state of collapse and disorder, and later the term was extended to refer to the large amount of culture shock that people who love French culture get after going to France, and finally collapse.

At the same time, there is also a psychological state full of beautiful fantasies about it, but it is ruthlessly broken by reality.

That's how Fu Tiao feels about Paris at this moment.

He never imagined that he had just gotten off the train from Brussels to Paris, and someone would snatch the bag of the girl who was traveling with him in front of him.

Looking at the black back of that running fast, even being a stuntman, or a parkour athlete, Fu Tuo inexplicably felt a little disillusioned.

Although his imagination of Paris is not as beautiful as that of others, there is a little bit of fantasy in it.

After all, Paris has produced so many top artists and musicians, and it is called the romantic capital by countless people.

At that time, Chopin was developed in Paris, and as the most expensive private music teacher in Paris, his reputation in the whole of Paris was almost at its peak, and all the celebrities and aristocrats had heard of such a handsome man who played the piano well.

He also experienced countless wonderful evenings with many of the local ladies.

At that time, Fu Tiao's thoughts were just one point, Paris is worthy of being a romantic capital, and the things that happened in Paris are too exciting, right? It sounds like a lot of fun, and it also makes Fu Tiao already look forward to coming to Paris when he was in Brussels.

As a result, who would have thought that this Paris would be in such a mess.

Robberies in the streets! The people around him are accustomed to the appearance, and they don't even have the slightest movement in their expressions!

That's outrageous, isn't it?

Only the girl who had come with him from Brussels to Paris was still screaming, but her voice became weaker and weaker, and at last she was extremely low and silent.

It was also very clear to her that no one seemed to care about the robbery in Paris.

After Fu Tuao tightened his package and stepped off the train, and the two of them stayed on the platform for about ten minutes, finally several policemen wearing bulletproof vests, with their hands on their chests, pistols pinned to their waists or submachine guns on their chests, came over and stopped in front of them.

After several policemen glanced at each other, the female policewoman among them sighed, took two steps forward, and spoke in English to Fu Tiao and the girl.

"Sir, ma'am, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Her bag had just been robbed, as if she was a black man, wearing only long pants and short sleeves, her body was relatively strong and athletic."

After the girl struggled for a long time and couldn't say what the situation was, Fu Tiao could only sigh helplessly, and said to the policemen: "I only see these, as for what is in the package she was robbed, I don't know." ”

"Oh, then, ma'am, do you have anything to add?" The policewoman nodded thoughtfully, took out the notebook in her hand to record it, and asked the girl who was traveling with Fu Diao: "If there is no addition, I will help you file the case first, and if there is any news, I will notify you." ”

"Ah......h

The girl raised her head, glanced at the policemen around her and Fu Tuo beside her, shook her head slightly, rubbed her head, calmed herself down, and said in French.

"Hello policemen, I would like to add up to my lost belongings, my package only contains some sheet music, my ID and wallet are all in my bag, these scores are not too expensive, there are five scores, Liszt's "Bell", Beethoven's "Passion", Beethoven's "Moonlight", Chopin's "Ballade for Piano No. 1" and Kapustin's "Concert Etudes", the purchase price is about 100 euros, less than 150 euros, but my package is very valuable... …”

"Well, the sheet music is written, so what about your package? How much is that bag worth of yours? ”

"The bag is 3,000 euros, it belongs to Louis Witton, this bag was passed on to me by my grandmother, because it looks old-fashioned, so I just habitually use this package sheet music......"

She couldn't help but sigh when she said this, who would have thought that such an old-fashioned bag could still be robbed.

But that thief may have opened the package after robbing it, and his mentality exploded, right? There wasn't a penny in the package, it was all sheet music.

Who would have thought that a lady's handbag would be full of sheet music?

After the policeman registered again, he nodded and said, "Okay, in this case, you can take out your identification and register it with us, as well as your personal contact information, and if we find your package or your lost item, we will notify you." ”

"Okay......

The girl nodded with a bitter face, she had basically stopped thinking when she heard this, and felt that she could only go back and buy a few more sheet music.

In fact, the price of the score is okay, a score is dozens of euros, but the most important point of the score is the mark on it, the mark on a score is that she has practiced it after many lessons, and the value is much higher than the others.

However, when she turned her head and rummaged through her package, the expression on her face changed again, from calm at first, to red, and then to black again.

She found that her travel bag had been secretly scratched a small hole at some point, and the wallet and personal ID she had put in it were long gone, that is, some of her clothes were still there.

However, looking at this situation, she feels that she may have lost a few pieces of clothing in her carry.

How long has this been out of the car? It was first robbed, then stolen.

Is this really the place of Paris, known as the capital of romance?

For a moment, her expression gradually became more painful, and she hugged her head with both hands and didn't want to say a word.

What are you kidding, why is it like this?

And the policemen who were about to register saw the change in her expression, and instantly understood something, and after looking at each other again, they shrugged their shoulders.

"Okay, I have a rough idea of what you're in now, and do you have any other identification? If not, write down your phone number, email address, name, age, height, and pupil color on your ID card, and we will send you a message if we find your package. ”

"So be it......"

After the girl wrote her name on the notice in a little despair, she sighed, repacked the package, and after making sure that she would not fall off when she walked, she spread her hands helplessly at Fu Tiao.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, I let you see the joke."

"Well, I feel like I've opened my eyes to Paris......"

Fu Diao is also very helpless.

The two of them obviously sat there and didn't move much, who would have imagined that someone could actually cut her bag and steal her wallet.

That's outrageous, isn't it?

The policemen seemed to be used to this kind of operation, and did not say much, and after registering, they gave her a note and left directly, and it seemed that someone had been robbed in the distance.

After Fu Tiao watched the group of policemen leave, he thought about it for a while, and couldn't help asking, "Anyway...... Why don't you go to them and monitor or something? ”

"Surveillance? What monitoring? The girl looked dazed, raised her head and thought about it, then suddenly realized, and immediately waved her hand: "Sorry, Mr. Fu, you may be from Huaguo and don't know very well, there is no monitoring on our side, especially in this kind of large-scale public place, there is basically no monitoring ......"

"Huh? Why? ”

"It's because of personal privacy." Although the girl was still immersed in the heaviness of being robbed first and then stolen, she still explained to Fu Tuo: "There was before, but then the personal privacy problem became more and more serious, so it was demolished, and all the surveillances that still existed were also labeled with warning signs, and if there were no warning signs, the monitoring set up without warning signs was not recognized, and now there are still surveillances in some banks......

"That's right...... So what do these cops do about your problems? ”

"These are probably dealt with together, if you find my wallet or something later, they will call me, and at the same time, the thief will also be counted as guilty, if you don't find it, then there is no way." As she spoke, she couldn't help but shake her head, and then added to Fu Tiao.

"Oh yes, Mr. Fu, if you encounter such a problem, you must call the police, no matter what, remember to call the police! Because if you don't call the police, those thieves can't find their owners, and they won't be stolen! So even if you want them to be punished a little harder, you must remember to call the police! ”

"Forehead ......"

Fu Tiao didn't know what to say for a while, he could only say that everyone has their own ambitions.

Fu Tuo shook his head, touched the wallet in his pocket, and found that he was still relieved, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

The phone was quickly connected, and a familiar voice came from the other end.

"Bonjour, Fu tune! Are you in Paris now? ”

"yes, just landed."

"Okay, I'm just near Paris Central Station, you wait a minute, I'll come."

After that, the phone hung up, and Fu Diao also put the phone away, looking around with a little vigilance.

After experiencing this girl's incident just now, he somehow had some PTSD, and he always felt that the people around him might inexplicably appear as a thief and steal his wallet.

He's not like these people, he doesn't have a lot of money on him, and he hasn't settled for him on this month's tour, and if his wallet is stolen before the settlement, then he may really have to drink the Northwest Wind.

The girl quickly came out of the discomfort, she looked at Fu Tuo, hesitated slightly, and then asked curiously, "Teacher Fu, who did you call just now?" ”

"An acquaintance."

Fu Tiao put the schoolbag on the back of his chest, sat down beside her, and said casually: "A person who has just lived in Paris for a few years, because he has communicated with him before and is more familiar, so I called him." ”

"That's ......"

The girl didn't hear any information, just nodded, and couldn't help but complain to Fu Tuo: "Teacher Fu, you may not know, I am from Mons, do you know Mons?" ”

"Mons?" Fu Tiao recalled his memories and found that he was obviously not clear about these place names, so he couldn't help but shake his head: "I don't know." ”

"Mons is the hometown of Gili Binchois, one of the three masters of the cultural renaissance, and belongs to the French-speaking region, although the geographical location belongs to Belgium, but people prefer France to Belgium." She introduced slowly, and then said a sentence that shocked the heavens.

"You know what? I lost my virginity in twenty years in Mons, but one day I was in Paris, I lost my wallet! ”

Fu Tune didn't know what to say, so he could only add, "There is also a score ......"

"That's right! And sheet music! ”

She gritted her teeth and said: "I told my mentor that I can't come to Paris, the city of Paris is not a romantic city at all, but a damn city of thieves, a city of robbers, he didn't listen, he had to come to Paris to communicate!" I have been in Mons for twenty years, and even if I add a few years in Brussels, I have only lost my virginity, which is not as much as what I lost in one day in Paris! This place really sucks! ”

"That's right! I agree! Paris is a city that really sucks! ”

Before Fu Tiao could say anything, a familiar voice sounded beside him, but he spoke French, and Fu Tiao didn't understand.

He turned his head and found a very familiar figure walking out of the crowd, he looked at Fu Tiao with a smile, stretched out his hand and said, "Bonjour, Fu Tiao, long time no see." ”

"Zhao Chengzhen, long time no see."

Fu Tiao watched the stone in the heart of this familiar person finally fall, got up and shook it, and said with a wry smile: "You are finally here, this Paris is really a little scary." ”

"What's wrong? You weren't going to be robbed just here, were you? Zhao Chengzhen just walked over, he didn't expect Fu Tiao to say this, his eyes couldn't help but widen, and he hesitated: "Although I have always agreed that the city of Paris is rotten, but I have been robbed once in Paris for so long, or after I completely settled in Paris." ”

"As you might guess, we were robbed as soon as we came over, and we were even slashed with a knife and our wallets stolen, but it wasn't me, it was the piano student at the Royal Conservatory of Music in Brussels."

"Huh?"

Zhao Chengzhen was stupid after hearing this, he didn't expect that there were still people so unlucky, he couldn't help but look at the girl next to him with sympathetic eyes, and said helplessly: "That, let me explain to you, it's that this Paris is not all bad people, after all, this is an international big city, you have to know that this city is mixed, I ......"

With that, he sensed that something was wrong, and reached out to pat it back, and a black man with a utility knife immediately ran backwards with his hands covered, and soon disappeared into the crowd.

And this person just looked like a passerby, looking at the map with his mobile phone, looking up at the car, and couldn't tell that he was trying to steal.

The passers-by around him are still accustomed to it.

Zhao Chengzhen looked at the black man in the distance and could only swallow a mouthful of saliva, he couldn't say what he wanted to explain to Paris just now, his hand shook there for a long time, trying to explain something, but finally gave up.

"Well, when I farted just now, I agree with you, Paris is a terrible city, but I think it would be better for us to get out of this damn train station sooner, this train station is so cluttered that I even think it's comparable to Frankfurt in Germany!"

After that, Zhao Chengzhen covered his pockets like Fu Diao, glanced at the two of them, and asked them to follow him outside.

At this time, the girl recovered from the shock and said in shock: "Zhao Chengzhen!" Are you Cho Sung-jin? Cho Sung-jin, who won second place in the Chopin International Piano Competition? Zhao Sung-jin, who won the third prize in the Rubinstein International Piano Competition? Zhao Chengzhen, who won the third place in the Tchaikovsky International Piano Competition? ”

"Yes, I'm Cho Sung-jin, yes, but can you tell me about my champion? Can you not stare at my second or third place and speak, I know I lost to Fu Tuo, but please, don't say it. ”

Zhao Chengzhen couldn't help but stumble after hearing this, frowned and looked at the girl who was still a little daunted and said, "You can say it, but can you not reveal my scars?" ”

"Ah, okay, sorry...... But Zhao! I'm a fan of yours, ah no, Mr. Fu I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say I wasn't your fan, I meant ......"

The girl didn't know what to say now, she didn't expect Zhao Chengzhen to appear in front of her at all.

The Royal Conservatoire de Brussels and the Conservatoire Supérieure de Musiques de Paris are actually relatively friendly relations, and the two sides have frequent contacts, so she also knows Zhao Chengzhen's name, but she is still in a state where she only hears her name but does not see her.

And almost all the people in the piano departments of both sides are fans of Zhao Chengzhen, and they became fans of Zhao Chengzhen much earlier than they met Fu Tune.

And she never thought that she would be able to meet Zhao Chengzhen in Paris, and the discomfort in her heart almost disappeared for a while, and she even felt that she had lost her wallet.

As the so-called Saion loses his horse, he loses his wallet but sees an idol, who can understand this feeling.

Especially when Zhao Chengzhen asked Fu Tiao and the three of her to find a French restaurant to eat at night, she even felt like she was about to fly.

However, just as the three of them were about to walk out of the Paris station, the sound of a piano suddenly sounded in their ears.

Not a very popular piano repertoire, but seems to have a bit of a classical feel in it.

Fu Tiao hadn't heard of this work, but the two people on the side reacted instantly.

"Rachmaninoff's sound and painting?"

Zhao Chengzhen's expression changed slightly, and he said casually: "This person's strength is not bad, is it the street piano of this train station?" Fu, do you want to go and see it? Parisian street piano culture is also a good point in the field of art. ”

"Yes, you can."

Fu Tiao nodded, and the three of them walked in the direction where the music came from near the exit, and before they had gone far, they found that there was already a crowd of onlookers, many of whom were looking at their mobile phones and recording photos.

Looking at so many people, Zhao Chengzhen suddenly had a hint of interest and asked Fu Diao; "Fu Tune, do you want to compare?"

"Than? Than what? ”

"It's like ...... Who attracts the most audience? ”

According to a joint survey by Tokyo University of Foreign Chinese Studies and the University of Orleans, there is also a disease called "reverse Paris syndrome". It refers to a group of people who have never been to Paris, and when they see derogatory statements about Paris on the Internet, they feel that Paris's architecture, romance, and food are deceptive images marketed by the media, so they have an arrogant plot for Paris and even the whole of France.

All French plots are fictional, and it is recommended to take a look at what kind of image France is

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