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Paris is generally romantic, but there is a big gap between the Paris subway and romance.

The line that has been in operation for more than 100 years is dilapidated, and the smell wafting in the passage can often be described as horror.

Zhong Zhe stood at the entrance of the subway. It was almost early morning at this time, and there were not many people coming and going. Except for the tired office workers in the middle of the night, beggars and homeless men dressed in shabby clothes became more and more conspicuous.

Only a few men and women will enter the gate every three to five minutes.

Cheng Ling had bought the ticket, turned back and handed it to Zhong Zhe, and the two entered the station side by side, and after Cheng Ling swiped his phone and passed, Zhong Zhe was nowhere to be seen.

He turned his head to look, and saw that Zhong Zhe was still standing in front of the gate, frowning and looking at the machine. He tried to move forward for the second time, but the horizontal bar did not move at all, blocking him out.

Cheng Ling approached and said, "Try again."

Then, he watched Zhong Zhe swipe the one-time ticket to the induction area of ​​the magnetic card.

Cheng Ling was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, he spread his palms to Zhong Zhe as a signal, and after getting the ticket, he leaned over and handed it in to the one-time ticket gate.

"Hey, it sucked in." Zhong Zhe was quite surprised.

Cheng Ling beckoned to him, Zhong Zhe half-believed and tried to move forward again, the horizontal bar turned easily, and he followed in.

He couldn't help but said: "I just watched it for a while, and everyone just swiped and went in."

Cheng Ling raised his eyebrows, "Zhong Zhe, have you never taken the subway before?"

Zhong Zhe slightly escaped from the searching gaze. He didn't want to be seen by Cheng Ling, so he observed carefully while waiting, but in the end he missed the truth. After all, his self-esteem was somewhat indescribably frustrated.

Consistent upbringing has made Zhong Zhe used to having a confident attitude towards everything, and he never thought that he would feel at a loss because of such ordinary trivial things in life.

Cheng Ling saw his uneasiness, his face was normal, and his tone became brisk: "When you reach a certain age, it is also a good experience to occasionally relive the surprise brought by the 'first time'."

Zhong Zhe was teased by him shaking his head and laughing.

Soon, Zhong Zhe simply used Cheng Ling as a subway pass.

"Why can the subway in Paris smell so bad? Are all the subways like this?" He was really curious about this question.

Cheng Ling shook his head, "No, the smell of most subways in the world is quite normal. Even if the public places don't smell very good, they won't be so stinky."

If it weren't for this strong smell, Zhong Zhe would think that the green and white trains driving between the narrow platforms are quite beautiful, and the retro door handles of the carriages are also very interesting. love story".

It wasn't until the rumbling subway stopped and the train left the platform again that the smell gradually faded away. Zhong Zhe still couldn't help feeling: "I never thought that there would be such a smell in the subway."

Cheng Ling was already sensitive to five senses, and the smell of sulfur mixed with rotten eggs, rubber, engine oil, detergent, and animal excrement, tormented him no less than Zhong Zhe.

"How long are we going to sit?" Zhong Zhe then asked.

Cheng Ling looked up at the driving map, "It's not far, let's make four or five stops, get off when you get to the central area, and then walk."

Zhong Zhe agreed with both hands.

The carriage shook in the middle of the night, and the danger of death was not chasing after him. Zhong Zheyuan was very tired, and at this time, following the rhythm of the train, he felt a little drowsy.

Cheng Ling looked at him from the side, his long eyelashes lowered slightly, his upper body leaned back slightly, his pale and damp neck was raised, and the perfect curve of his side cheeks reminded him of swans by the water for no reason.

Suddenly, Cheng Ling turned his head sharply, and there was a sight that made him extremely uncomfortable falling on Zhong Zhe.

He followed the past with his eyes. Fortunately, it was not the pursuers who came, or even the kind of threat that Cheng Ling thought.

A short and sloppy half-old beggar, squinting his small triangular eyes, was greedily locking Zhong Zhe. Seeing that Cheng Ling noticed him, he quickly looked away with a greasy smile on his face, and continued. Walking towards them, he muttered begging.

Cheng Ling looked at him expressionlessly, and when the beggar was very close to the two of them, the train just pulled into the station and the speed dropped suddenly. The old beggar pretended to be unsteady and fell on Zhong Zhe.

Dare to make a move, Cheng Ling shot with a sneer...

Awakened by the inexplicable movement in front of him, when Zhong Zhe opened his eyes, he saw a sloppy beggar screaming in front of him with his hands covered. The beggar looked at Cheng Ling in horror, and fled to get out of the car while the door was open.

"what happened?"

Zhong Zhe didn't understand at all, and looked at the people around him.

"I wanted to steal something, so I broke his hand." Cheng Ling said lightly.

Zhong Zhe was stunned for a moment, then smiled lightly.

"He probably saw that you were injured, but he didn't expect you to be so difficult to mess with."

After two stops, Zhong Zhe finally returned to the ground and took a good breath.

He looked up and saw the iconic palace-style windows of the Ritz Hotel in Paris on the Place Vendôme not far away in the night. He couldn't help sighing exaggeratedly: "There are so many suites in Paris, but none The one I can stay in tonight."

Cheng Ling smiled at what he said, but he only said, "Let's go, find a place early, and rest early."

Zhong Zhe let out a long sigh, followed Cheng Ling and strode across the night street.

The further he walked, the more Zhong Zhe felt that something was wrong. He couldn't help but want to confirm, "Are you sure it's in this direction?"

Cheng Ling's sense of direction is excellent, and his ability to recognize pictures and distinguish directions is second-to-none in the wilderness, let alone the city.He didn't think at all that he was going the wrong way.

Zhong Zhe became more and more confused. He is familiar with Paris. Of course, the part of the subway just now is not counted. He even has an apartment in the upper-class area of ​​Paris. Unfortunately, none of the properties under his name are safe tonight. check in.

Now they have obviously entered the Pigalle area, which is the famous red light district in Paris.

Cheng Ling won't find a place for them to live near here.

So suspicious and walked a few more blocks.Until, Zhong Zhe saw the big Amour (love) word on the Hotel Amour (Love Hotel), the flashing bright pink neon dyed the white exterior wall of the entire hotel red, and the scarlet and ostentatious AMOUR characters were like desire itself She is displaying her swaying posture to her heart's content.

Zhong Zhe was tongue-tied and looked at Cheng Ling who had already stood under the signboard.

"Are you kidding me? We're staying here tonight?"

There was no hint of a joke on Cheng Ling's face. With his usual attitude, he made a silent and unshakable decision, "I'll live here tonight."

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