Prison Building I

Flee from real pain, mock from false pride.He is both proud and painful, and the more he escapes, the more he ridicules. Perhaps only time is the best medicine for this kind of contradictory symptom.

Looking at the endless Seine River, Jiang Lou's heart fluttered, and he suddenly thought that he still has a long time, long enough to walk around the river for decades, the left bank is culture and art, and the right bank is luxury.There are intoxicating perfumes on the Champs-Elysées, romantic and sentimental tourists beside the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre is gently reflected in the sunset, and Notre Dame de Paris presents a peaceful scene.

The Seine flows under the Mirabeau Bridge

and our past

Why bother to keep recalling it

With pain always comes joy

Night/Advent Bells

the day goes away and i stay

……

Silently reading this poem, Jiang Lou's eyes bent down unconsciously, and his face softened a lot. Yes, my life in Paris has just begun.

"Crack!"

Hearing the sound, Jiang Lou turned his face away, pretended to be angry and glared at Sheng Yin, and the other party stuck to him with a playful smile: "You look so good just now."

As he spoke, he raised the camera in his hand and pointed it at Jiang Lou: "Look, don't you!"

Jiang Lou turned his face to look at it, and with just a light glance, all those little emotions just now disappeared.In the photo, he is gazing sideways at the calm lake, behind him are dim lights and romantic streets, the lingering night sky kisses his chestnut hair, and night Paris lingers in his dark eyes.

Sheng Yin really knows how to choose a place. There is no place like Paris that is suitable for Jianglou at this time. It is neither impetuous nor arrogant, tolerant, personable, and the appropriate care comes at the right time every time, which makes people angry. I'm about to burst into tears.

The boy's bright and pure side face is like the night wind in Paris, carrying the sweet fragrance of Chateau Ausone to the tip of his heart. All the dark and dark seeds will be buried deep in his heart until they rot, and his world will only be wanton and laughter from then on.

"Desfleurs? M. Santer."

The immature foreign accent sounded in his ears, and Sheng Yin couldn't stand up laughing. He covered his face with his coat and leaned into Jianglou's ear, and said softly, "He asked you if you want to give your lover a flower."

Jiang Lou stared at him in disbelief, Sheng Yin leaned back and forth again, his snow-white teeth hurt Jiang Lou's eyes, Jiang Lou stretched out his hand and dragged him behind him, then took out his wallet and took out 20 euros and handed it to the red-haired The little girl smiled and said, "NO, thanks."

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then shook her head resolutely, expressing in jerky English that she could not accept money casually, she just stuffed a large bunch of red irises into Jianglou, and took out a small bottle of liquid from her small pocket and solemnly put it in Jianglou In his hand, tell him that this is a medicine to prevent withering, and if you give the iris a little bit once in a while, it will make it live forever.

Jiang Lou showed disbelief, and the little girl jumped up immediately. She gestured and poured a little liquid medicine into the palm of her hand, and dipped her fingers into the almost withered tail of the iris flower. His eyes seemed to be frozen, and he watched with amazement that the originally yellowed iris gradually came to life, as if he had some kind of belief, the withered iris came back to life from the dead.

There was a kind of excitement in Jianglou's heart. He saw with his own eyes the resurrection of some dying creature, blooming boundless vitality from endless despair, forgetting all the unbearable sufferings, and using a tenacious soul to create a splendid life for himself. It is the desire for life, and also a challenge to oneself, Iris can succeed, why can't he?

Jiang Lou handed the iris to Sheng Yin, took out 50 euros from his wallet, knelt down and touched the little girl's curly red hair, and said with a smile in the only French he learned from a French football star when he was a child: "Merci, monange. "His eyes seemed to be filled with stars, they were very beautiful, and his voice was so gentle that he could pinch water, which made the little girl blush slightly, and rubbed against his palm uneasy.

Sheng Yin laughed together beside him, and kept winking at Jiang Lou: "Why, are you so gentle?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Lou didn't ignore his banter this time, but raised his head and smiled at him, his thin red lips were slightly raised, his long and curled eyelashes shone slightly under the shadow of the lamp, his eyes were like black and white chess pieces Just as crystal clear.At this moment, he was smiling so nicely that Sheng Yin would remember him for the rest of his life if he was not careful.

In the days to come, Sheng Yin also met many good-looking people and saw many good-looking smiles. Those smiles were sweet and affectionate, and all of them brought a bit of sweet temptation to his world.

But whenever he thinks of such a person showing such a smile to him in such a place, his heart will always ache, because this person, this smile, will never be there again.