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During the alternation of seasons, the wind that blows flowers and sends cold winds always brings the spring rain easily.

After the spring rain fell, the surface of the classical streets with neatly stacked bluestones appeared to have a light layer of mud.

But fortunately, this soft spring rain is not like a waterfall in summer. Instead, it is soft and fine. People do not deliberately hide from it. Instead, walking on this classic street, there is a leisurely feeling in it.

Bank and his widowed sister walked quietly on this classic street in Paris. Their outstanding looks naturally attracted the attention of countless people.

On the streets of Paris, the romantic city, isn’t there a lack of such handsome and beautiful couples, relying on each other?

It can be said that the city of Paris brought them romance, but it can also be said that their walking on this street brought a strange romance to this classic alley.

He is a handsome man, but his words are not interesting at all. Bank said hehey: "Sister, it's raining. Why don't we find a presidential suite to hide from the rain?"

The widowed sister glanced at him helplessly and said, "You are in a hurry."

Bank shrugged carelessly and said: "It's not too urgent. What I mean is just to take shelter from the rain, then watch a Rick and Morty cartoon, wait for a while after the rain, and then go out for a wander. It’s good not to”

"Yuhou Chunqing, why do you know so many obscure words about Chinese charm, but you always make yourself look like a lunatic with a confused head?" the widow said with a frown.

Bank scratched his head and said, "Maybe I'm really a psychopath."

The widowed sister shook her head and said, "Then when did you become serious?"

Bank shrugged and said, "Well, if that's what you want, I'll try my best to be more serious these days."

The widowed sister raised her head and glanced at Bank, stopped talking, and led him to a Starbucks.

The two ordered two lattes and sat at the wooden table and chairs at the door.

Bank said embarrassedly: "Sorry, sister, I just borrowed five thousand dollars from Tony. When I was bored waiting for you at the Washington Airport last night, I went to play a few games and lost all my money, so"

The widowed sister shook her head and said directly: "I have money."

When Bank heard this, he immediately no longer felt embarrassed and said hehe, "Although I didn't bring any money, I came with my heart."

The widowed sister propped herself up on the table, stared at Bank, and said, "Besides being dirty, what else is there in your heart? I'm very curious."

Bank touched his nose and said: "People outside only see the dirty surface in my heart, but if anyone is willing to stop for me and observe carefully, they will find that my heart is like the ice in the jade pot, clear and transparent. , it looks rough and rough, but it has a unique emotional flavor. Would you like to come in and have a look?"

The widowed sister frowned, stared at Bank, and said, "I really don't understand you sometimes."

We promised to be serious these days, so let's be serious. And if we don't talk about love at all and just get straight to the point, it will be too dry and boring.

So Bank put down the latte in his hand, took the widow's hand, looked at her and said: "Outsiders only see vulgarity in me, but if someone really understands me, she will see it in my heart. If the spring breeze brings warmth and the sun melts, I will naturally try my best to let her be soaked in love and hate, and she will become hot when she sees the cold, forgetting everything."

The widowed sister did not resist Bank holding her hand in his. After being silent for a while, she said, "Does anyone really understand you?"

"Well, let's count it as one." Bank said without hesitation.

"Peggy?" the widow asked.

"Yes." Bank said, putting the widow's hand on the tip of his nose.

After hearing this, the widowed sister fell into silence, not knowing what she was thinking.

And Bank finally became serious, opened up his heart comfortably, and was leisurely on the streets of Paris, quietly enjoying the romantic tranquility of this moment.

"Ding dong~"

At this time, the widowed sister and Bank's cell phones rang at the same time.

The widowed sister didn't pay attention, but Bank picked up the phone on the table and saw that it was the message push from the Avengers chat group.

After Bank opened it in confusion, he was speechless.

After Tony made a "surprised" expression, he typed in the group: "Bank, I thought you and your little sweetheart went on honeymoon, but you and Natasha are both in Paris. Street, what’s going on?”

Bank pursed his lips and typed: "You are not done yet. If you really lent me 100 million yesterday, I would have blocked you long ago. If you have money, can you monitor other people's movements?"

Agent Coulson: "Natasha Bank"

Hawkeye: "Looks like it's time for me to take a vacation."

Tony: "I just received a call from your tigress asking where you were, so I asked Jarvis to check it out, but boy, you are really good at it."

Bank: "Who is talking nonsense to you bunch of stinky men? You are offline."

After saying that, Bank put away his phone, but when he saw Natasha opposite, she also glanced at the messages on her phone indifferently.

Bank let go of Natasha's hand and glanced outside the canopy.

I saw that the spring rain came slowly but went away quickly. The sun was melting and clearing outside, and the clouds were clearing and the sun was visible.

A few beams of soft sunlight hit Bank and the widowed sister from the gaps in the eaves, making the two of them look like muntjacs licking each other in the mountains and forests, not worried, not angry, and very quiet. good.

Bank stretched his body and said: "The lack of autumn and spring sleepiness is really annoying. It makes me want to sleep again."

However, when the widowed sister heard this, she just looked at him coldly, so Bank said: "But if you can hold on, let's go to bed in the evening. Let's go for a walk by the Seine River."

After saying that, he put down the Starbucks in his hand, picked up the widow's hand, and walked towards the artistic scenery along the Seine River.

night.

There is the melodious sound of violins on the streets of Paris, coming leisurely from the corner of the alley. The brilliant streets are shining with an indescribable tranquility and romance.

This romantic city is filled with a unique petty bourgeois sentiment that is not found in other places.

Bank took his widowed sister from the Lilac Café on the banks of the Seine to Shakespeare’s Bookstore, and finally crossed the Alexander III Bridge to the Louvre Museum, where they saw the Venus de Milo, a piece of unparalleled youth brought from the Middle Ages. , I felt the accumulation of years mixed in the tranquil smile of Monla Lisa.

At last.

Bank took Natasha to the already dazzling Eiffel Tower.

He didn't lead the widowed sister to the top of the iron tower to see the dazzling glory of the city, as he had promised at first, but just held the widowed sister quietly, and the two of them stood as quietly as the iron tower from a distance.

After a long time.

It was the widowed sister who took the initiative to speak: "Let's go back to the hotel."

Then, without lingering on the bustling streets at all, he led Bank and walked towards the hotel without looking back.

This night, the spring plum blossoms did not bloom with snow, but accompanied by the strong spring breeze, the fragrance spread all over the place.

It's spring outside.

The same is true inside the house.

Everything happened so naturally.