Quick time travel villain god is a bit skinny

Chapter 256 Battle Rose (14)

watch together?

Nuolan showed a questioning look.

Ling Xiao nodded slightly, walked gracefully to the window on the second floor of the library, picked a desk and sat down.

Then Ling Xiao gave Nuo Lan a "come here" look.

Nuo Lan didn't doubt that he was there, so she walked to Ling Xiao and sat down on the seat on her left.

Ling Xiao leisurely opened the Tin Drum novel, then pointed to the author's signature on the title page, and said with a smile: "Are you interested in this author? Otherwise... how would you think of looking up his works?"

Nuo Lan moved closer, the distance was very close, he could smell the quiet and elegant fragrance from the girl's body, lingering at the tip of his nose, making her look very charming and alluring.

Nuolan took a deep breath, made no secret of her affection for Ling Xiao, and said with a smile, "I just took a look."

Ling Xiao hummed and began to read this Tin Drum novel.

Nuo Lan had a tacit understanding with her, so she leaned over and read this work with Ling Xiao.

Günter Grass' writing is full of black humor, sharp and profound, and the writing itself is quite charming.

Before they knew it, Ling Xiao and Nuo Lan finished reading the first twenty chapters of Tin Drum's novel together.

The atmosphere is particularly harmonious and harmonious.

Then Beauvoir and Mr. Sartre came over together and invited Ling Xiao to eat at the restaurant outside.

The golden sunlight from the window came in, outlining Ling Xiao's clear and slightly youthful silhouette. Nuo Lan was very close to her, and she could even count her long and thick eyelashes, like a pair of butterfly wings resting on the white On Sheng Xue's skin.

While reading the novel, Nuo Lan stared at Ling Xiao from the corner of her eyes.

Suddenly, I was a little confused.

Mr. Sartre reached out and arched Beauvoir, and said with a low laugh: "What a couple."

Beauvoir also had sharp eyes, and said with a smile: "Ai is a very hardworking and talented girl."

Ling Xiao closed Tin Drum's novel, handed it to Nuo Lan, and said with a smile, "You can borrow it back and read it?"

Nuolan did not refuse, but reached out and put the tin drum in her coat pocket.

"Go to have a meal together?" Ling Xiao looked indifferent.

Nuo Lan agreed naturally.

Then the four of them left the library of the Paris Higher Institute, shuttled along the boulevard, and came to the Chinese restaurant again.

"Ai is from China. I think you must miss the food in China."

Beauvoir smiled thoughtfully.

However, Ling Xiao shook his head and jokingly said: "There is a saying in Huaguo, which is to do as the Romans do. I'm in Paris now, and I think I should try my best to adapt to the food here in Paris instead of being complacent."

Beauvoir was slightly surprised, and said with a smile: "Diet is also a source of nostalgia. From this point of view, maybe I am unnecessary."

At this time, Ling Xiao walked to the door of the Chinese restaurant and said with a smile: "No, I don't pay too much attention to eating habits. Whether it's French or Chinese food, I can accept it without any obstacles."

Beauvoir laughed happily: "Really? Ai, your thinking is really open-minded. You are more lovely and charming than those women who are ostentatious."

This is... Xiangxiang's rainbow fart?
Ling Xiao smiled calmly, then brought Nuo Lan to the Chinese restaurant and chose a seat by the window.

The waiter Yang Yang ran over from not far away, with a hint of surprise on his face, he smiled and said, "Ling Xiao? You're back?"

Ling Xiao smiled and said, "Well, these are all my classmates and friends."

Everyone introduced each other, got to know each other, and then ordered meals. Yang Yang continued to greet the guests, and did not stay by Ling Xiao's side for long.

As usual, Ling Xiao ordered fried rice, borscht, and dessert.

Her table manners are very elegant and reserved, and she looks like the kind of well-born and well-educated family.

During the banquet, Beauvoir and Mr. Sartre talked eloquently, met each other in chess, and wrote every word. They were really a match made in heaven.

Most of the time, Ling Xiao and Nuo Lan were listeners, listening to the insights of the other two.

When the meal was over, Ling Xiao reached out and hid under the table, grabbed Nuo Lan's palm, and squeezed it vigorously.

Nuo Lan had a tacit understanding and said with a smile, "Shall I take you for a walk by the river?"

Ling Xiao nodded and replied, "Okay!"

Beauvoir and Mr. Sartre are already sympathetic to each other at this time, and they are a little sticky together.

Seeing that the two of Ling Xiao were about to go for a walk by the river, Mr. Sartre took the initiative to invite: "Beauvoir! Go and sit in my study?"

"They went for a walk, and we also went to travel in the sea of ​​books."

Beauvoir has a famous saying in school, my favorite place is the library of the Ecole Supérieure de Paris.

For her, Mr. Sartre is not only a physical partner, but also a spiritual confrontation and soul matching partner.

When Ling Xiao and Nuo Lan left the restaurant, Nuo Lan took the lead and settled the bill.

Mr. Sutter put on his hat and coat, and greeted Nolan in a friendly way.

At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, the night is thick.

The bustling streets of Paris have not encountered gunpowder and war at this time, and have not encountered aggressive Nazi troops.

Ling Xiao gathered the coat on his body, and said with a low laugh: "I really can't imagine that half a year ago, I was still living in my hometown in Xianghai City."

"After dinner every night, I will take my maid for a walk in the garden to digest food. There are various seasonal flowers planted in the back garden of my house, and my favorite is the purple crabapple."

"There is a poem in Huaguo that the moon is the brightness of the hometown. But I think the night sky in Paris and the moon in Paris are also beautiful. I like it very much."

Nuolan listened quietly, with one hand in her pocket, and the other subconsciously grabbing Ling Xiao's Rou Yi.

Ling Xiao struggled slightly, but couldn't break free from his shackles.

"The moon in Berlin is also beautiful."

Nuolan smiled and said, "I was sent to Paris by the Third Division two years ago. I was doing military work here, and sometimes I miss Berlin."

"We are all the same people."

Ling Xiao curled up the corners of his lips, and said with a smile: "Well, I am a stranger in a foreign land alone, and I miss my relatives a lot during the festive season."

It's strange that Nuolan understood.

Nuolan stretched out her hand and pinched Ling Xiao's soft palm, and said with a smile, "I'll be with you from now on."

Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows, and asked with beautiful eyes: "But you still have to go back to Berlin and join the army to fight. You can't always stay with me or stay in Paris. Isn't it?"

Nuo Lan paused, and said with a smile: "I remember you took journalism as an elective in college. Is your dream to be a reporter?"

Ling Xiao was slightly taken aback, and said with a smile, "How did you guess that?"

Nuolan looked ahead and replied unhurriedly: "It's just a strange sense of tacit understanding. I can guess what you're thinking."

Ling Xiao suddenly smiled, and replied: "Yes. That's right."

"Staying in Paris may not be very promising for your career as a reporter. How about joining the army with me? I can get you in touch and let you be a war reporter."

This... Is this someone who will give you a pillow when you fall asleep? !
Ling Xiao was about to agree to him when he saw Fang Ce and Annie walking towards him, talking and laughing, holding hands.

Ling Xiao was about to dodge for a while, but Fang Ce saw him sharply.

He immediately let go of Annie's little hand, ran over from not far away, and smiled at Ling Xiao: "What a coincidence! Ling Xiao! I asked you to go to the suburbs together these two days, why didn't you agree?"

(End of this chapter)