(BGM - "Give You the Universe" blushing in the spring period)

"Which painting do you want to see the most? Not to mention the Mona Lisa's Smile!" Xie Minyun asked, looking at the crowd in front of him who were heading towards the Mona Lisa's Smile.

Cheng Mo shook his head, "I guess the painting behind the bulletproof glass shouldn't be genuine." ”

"You guessed it right, the original works are placed in the safe on the ground floor of the Louvre, locked on the inner and outer three floors, and only a very small number of well-known artists are allowed to enter and see them. Xie Minyun did not hesitate to affirm Cheng Mo's statement.

Cheng Mo spied out from Xie Minyun's expression that she should have seen the real thing, and once again alerted in his heart, there was an insurmountable class gap between him and her, so he gently broke free from Xie Minyun's hand holding his arm, "This is not the point, the point is whether you can do this next time, you should know that I have no interest in being in the limelight." ”

Xie Minyun stopped and looked back at Cheng Mo, at this moment the two of them were standing in front of Dayak Louis David's masterpiece "The Coronation of Napoleon I", although this huge oil painting with more than 100 figures is a rare masterpiece, but there are very few people who come to visit at this point in time, after all, it is not as famous as "The Wedding of Jana" or "Freedom Leads the People" painted by Veronese, one of the "Three Masters" of the late Renaissance , not to mention it, even the goddess of victory, one of the three treasures of the town hall, is not particularly visited.

Except for the "Mona Lisa's Smile", there are many people who actually come to seriously appreciate these oil paintings, and basically come to the Louvre to check in.

The two men stand in front of this painting, which corresponds to the angle at which Napoleon gave the crown to the Empress Josephine, forming a subtle harmony.

"Don't you like to be noticed?"

"I don't like it. Cheng Mo shook his head.

Xie Minyun said in his heart: "This is just the beginning, I want you to experience what it's like to be noticed, just like I experience ordinary life, for the sake of fairness, you also have to feel my feelings." However, Xie Minyun would not say this kind of thing, she put on a proud posture, "Isn't it good to be noticed? You see that so many girls are interested in you! You should thank me!"

"This kind of attention is very redundant for me..."Cheng Mo said lightly, the communication of the body is always superficial, and only the communication of the soul is noble......

In fact, the communication between the two together is a kind of harmonious perfection, but unfortunately Cheng Mo does not understand.

"Isn't it like you are standing with them, but it is like you are separated from time and space, you are holding books, reading history, reading religion, watching the rise and fall of human destiny, but they are holding mobile phones, discussing celebrities, discussing games, discussing limited sneakers..... You study because of curiosity, because of curiosity, to satisfy yourself, and they study just to get into a good university, get a good job, get a beautiful girlfriend, and then make a lot of money.... You feel like a lonely ghost walking in an empty wasteland, only those books can comfort your lonely soul, and you feel that you are different from them, that you can't fit in at all, don't you?"

"I don't think that thought is deeper than matter, like Nietzsche like Wittgenstein, and like Luhan Wu Yifan is essentially no different, addicted to books and addicted to games are actually the same, discussing politics and economy in real time is not more noble than discussing eating, drinking, playing, luxury sports cars..... Reading philosophy books and reading stories is just a preference, and I never think of myself as a maverick...."Cheng Mo avoided Xie Minyun's bright gaze and changed an angle to deny his loneliness.

He actually has an impulse to admit that he reads philosophy books just for self-comfort, if he doesn't have heart disease, he will try to play basketball, play soccer and make a mess with other children, his ideological consciousness is not high at all, and because of curiosity, he has seen action movies starring Japanese stars on pornographic websites, but he feels that those simple action movies have no interest at all, and they can't arouse his desire at all, and they are not as reverigable as the clips in "Norwegian Wood".

In fact, female writers write these more powerfully, maybe women prefer foreplay, so they will always carry out lengthy foreshadowing before describing these red-faced fragments, those accumulated emotions brew into cirrocumulus clouds, and those outbursts of emotions accumulate like serials....

His own life is in those books, those books form part of his soul, as for the plot of his life is not at all, it is not philosophy, it is just a monotonous life like water, if it is written into words, it must be so that it can't hit the street, no one will want to browse.

But it doesn't seem to be the same anymore.

It's just that I haven't fully adapted to it, and I'm still overwhelmed by the huge pressure of survival...

"You see you're looking at him..... I didn't say which is higher or lower at all....." Xie Minyun turned his head to look at the "Coronation of Napoleon I" on the side and said quietly: "I lived in Paris for a year when I was a child, and one of the most common questions I was asked after returning to China was: Is Paris really beautiful and romantic? At this time, my brain will go blank for two seconds. Beautiful, of course, fashionable, yes, literary, indeed. However, romance, this popular word, places too much emphasis on individual feelings. It is romantic for you to receive a rose from your lover on the banks of the Seine, but it is not romantic for Xiaofang in the village to be taken by bicycle to eat skewers by the boy she likes?"

"Cities are like people, what they show you is always just the appearance, and visitors to the couples kissing under the Eiffel Tower will say that Paris is so romantic. But the homeless man who washes his face in the fountain on the street corner every day certainly doesn't think so, and neither do the Parisians who are anxious about the congested traffic and bad environment in Paris, and the aunt who sells souvenirs on the street sells romance, but she certainly doesn't feel romantic.... Just as lonely people never feel lonely....."

"Do you think Napoleon at Notre-Dame Cathedral on December 2, 1804 would feel lonely?" Xie Minyun turned his head and put one hand on Cheng Mo's cheek, making him look at the huge oil painting at his side.....

Cheng Mo subconsciously wanted to break Xie Minyun's hand, but the moment he touched the back of Xie Minyun's hand, he realized that it was another girl's hand, soft, warm, like a cloud in the sun, he never thought that a girl's hand would be such a beautiful and soft thing.

Cheng Mo's hand bounced off the back of Xie Minyun's hand like an electric shock, and in order to hide his uneasiness, he said softly: "He must be very lonely." ”

There is no doubt that both the painted Napoleon and the Napoleon at Notre-Dame Cathedral on December 2, 1804 are lonely.

Although his mother was arranged by the painter to paint in oil, she did not actually attend the ceremony, but the painter David painted her in the ceremony, for which Napoleon was very grateful to this alternative painter when he saw the painting completed in 1808.

In fact, Napoleon's life was lonely, as his teacher commented on him when he was in school: "This child is like a granite block." The heart is like a volcano, and it may erupt at any time. ”

"Let's go, I'll take you to see one of my favorite paintings...."Xie Minyun put down the hand that was caressing Cheng Mo's cold cheek, dragged his arm again, and led him to the depths of the Louvre.

At this moment, Cheng Mo couldn't think, his mind was in chaos, it was all the soft touch, although he still kept his face expressionless, but there was a slight redness on his face.

"Don't think too much, this is not the first time you and Xie Minyun have been alone, at the end of the semester, the two of you are together every day, isn't there nothing?Therefore, this is nothing at all, don't care, don't misunderstand, she is just giving back to you for the help you gave her in psychology....." Cheng Mo thought so, and was slightly half a step behind Xie Minyun, looking like a sister taking her reluctant brother to a place he didn't want to go.

The soft waves of the Rhine hide the Louvre, and it also houses the sweet breath of lovers.

(Three more are achieved, and the arrears are repaid)