Seeing a girl, mistaken for life + extra side

"Crack." It was frozen in the camera in my hand.

White pigeons are flying around the senior sister, and the senior sister's black hair is floating casually in the breeze.Smile so heartily, so moving.

I was fascinated by it, and the senior sister stood up and covered my eyes lightly.A clear voice like a clear spring rang in my ears.

"I'm right here, if you don't look at it, don't the photos look better than mine?"

I grinned, "How can you! You are not as beautiful as you are in the photo." Wei Liang's fingers covered the hands of the senior sister, gently pulled them away, turned around, and hugged the senior sister.

Standing among the pigeons, standing in the middle of the square, becomes a beautiful landscape in the mobile phones of tourists.

☆、Chapter 37

The weather in Paris is always somewhat unpredictable. Standing in the middle of the square and looking up at the sky, the light rain fell on my face, and many tourists around me rushed to the eaves as if fleeing.

I took off my coat and put it on the heads of the two of them. I was like a naughty child, laughing and running in the rain. The raindrops fell on my hands, and the coolness also quenched the scorching heat of summer.

Paris in the rain has a special atmosphere, and the pedestrians passing by in the rain are extraordinarily romantic. Perhaps only in Paris can such a romantic atmosphere be created on a rainy day. We run in the rain and feel the streets of Paris calmly with our feet.

I can't remember how many streets and alleys I turned around, and I couldn't tell where I was. There were various flowers behind the glass of some coffee shops on the roadside, and the senior sister pulled my clothes panting.

"No, I can't run anymore." Supporting his knees.

I squatted in front of my senior and looked at her with a smile. "I'll carry you on my back."

The senior sister's warm body lay on my slightly drenched back. The temperature at the place where the two of us bonded rose sharply, making my back feel warm.

In a strange city, you don't know where you are or where you should go, but you have a feeling of being at home.

I turned my senior sister on my back, and said with some embarrassment: "We seem to have lost our way..."

"It's okay, we might find our way back by walking around here." The senior sister pinched my ears and comforted me.

"Okay." I walked forward step by step with her behind my back.

Strolling leisurely in the wet streets of Paris, suddenly, I felt that the corner of my clothes was being tugged by someone. I looked down and saw a little girl with blond hair, blue eyes, petite body, and was extraordinarily cute.The little girl looked at us and smiled.

This smile is extraordinarily heart-warming.

"Big sister, I'll lend you this umbrella." The little girl's words in a pure tone were heart-warming.

"Thank you, little angel." I reached out and stroked her head with a hand.

The senior sister handed the little girl 20 euros from my pocket. "You helped us, this is what you deserve."

"Thank you." The little girl turned and ran away.

I turned around and asked, "Do you want to bring an umbrella?"

"No." The senior sister shook her head.

I carried her on my back and continued to walk forward. I saw many heart-warming scenes on the way.

The lovers walked in the rain holding an umbrella arm in hand, and the old people supported each other and walked slowly.The cat squatted under the eaves and licked the rainwater off its body.

Parisian làng is everywhere and there is something for everyone.

The rain kept falling, and the drizzle fell on my body, and the water splashed when it slid on the ground jumped onto my shoes.I carried my beloved person on my back, walking in the thin rain, feeling each other’s body temperature, the fragrance of the senior sister on my back and the fragrance of the soil when it rained in my nostrils, watching the faint city scenery of Paris in the rain, incomparable enjoy.

It's raining, it's been raining...

We walked on the road without a clue, but we were not anxious at all.

Walking through one street after another, I was a little tired. I saw a coffee shop with a warm orange light on the street, and I walked over without hesitation.Gently put down the senior sister, pushed open the door, the melodious welcome bell, and the warm breath wrapped us wet.The rich aroma of coffee beans hits the nostrils.

The waiter kindly handed us two towels, and I covered the senior sister's hair with the towels and wiped them carefully.After making sure that there were no water droplets on his body, he lowered his head casually to deal with the water droplets on his body.

Order two cups of fragrant black coffee and two desserts.Sitting by the window, the senior sister leaned on my shoulder, playing with the books given by the waiter.

I looked around at the decoration in the shop, the black tabletop was warm and comfortable, and the brown leather sofa was warm and the light was shining from the bar. I gently picked up the coffee at hand and tasted it carefully. The mellow bitter taste lingered in my mouth and turned into sweetness.Taking a small bite of the cake with a small fork, the soft bread is especially matched with the smooth mousse, and there are a little bit of mango fruit. The sweetness in the mouth is combined with the bitterness of the coffee, which makes me enjoy it very much.The light music in the coffee shop lingers in my ears.

Coffee in Paris is like an artist, pursuing truth without losing romance.

I turned my head and looked out of the window. There was a thin layer of water mist on the transparent glass, making Paris look extraordinarily dreamy.I was fascinated by the pedestrians passing by outside the window.Let the thoughts fall with the rain and disappear without a trace.

It rained non-stop.