[Tuyan] Yimu

【Coffee shop in the Champs Elysees】

The leisure on the streets of Paris makes people have to slow down their hasty pace, drink a cup of coffee as the Romans do, and start a new day of searching in the vast crowd.

After coming here for a few days, the biggest obstacle is the language barrier.I gesticulated with the boss for a long time but couldn't understand what I wanted to buy. A Frenchman next to me couldn't bear to look any further. He greeted me in English and bought me a glass of French vanilla.

"French vanilla is sweeter. You're Asian and you might not like the black coffee here."

I nodded, slightly surprised.The general level of English spoken by the French and the English spoken by the Chinese is not much different. Most people's accents are too heavy to understand at all, but this person's spoken English is as fluent as a textbook tape.By the way, I really experienced a French man's consideration for others like a gentleman.

He took off his hat, bowed and saluted the boss and me slightly, and walked away quickly.After a while, the boss handed me the coffee cup, looking a little too happy and weird.

Looking down, there was a note pressed on the lid of the cup that was handed over.The boss pointed in the direction of the door, and I realized he was talking about the man who had just walked away.

The note is easy to recognize in English italics: "Soitseemswearalwaysconnected." (Note)

I suddenly understood why that person looked so kind.He covered his nose and lips with a large dark scarf, but the scarf could not hide his eyes, which were gray-blue, almost the color of the Parisian sky.

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(Note: "So it looks like we're always connected.")

【Paris attack】

(The contents of the jokes are all based on reality and fiction.)

Walking on the streets today, what I see is still desolation.The doors of the coffee shop are closed, and "CLOSED" is hung on rows of glass doors in pale pink.

It has been a month since I came to Paris, and I have already integrated into the life here unconsciously.Following the crowd of three or two to a street corner, people in black clothes took off their hats and paid tribute to the bouquets neatly placed near the corner.I also walked over quickly and put down a bunch of daisies in my hand.

Innocents always get hurt in fights, big or small.War is violence to civilians, and family quarrels are violence to young children.

I read a sentence in an e-book newspaper yesterday - "It is never a defenseless civilization that wakes up a fool. (Note)" I think this sentence is correct. Before talking to a monster, you must be afraid of it, otherwise it will I won't take you seriously, as a real threat.

When necessary, we need to counter violence with violence.In the long run, violence can be stopped with wisdom and peace.

"Could it be that the effect of breaking chapters has already started..." I muttered to myself.Since the disappearance of Shen Tu, the turmoil in the world has increased significantly.The claws of the anti-human forces stretched out from the Islamic world and concentrated at the center of France - Paris.

He is here too.

There is no romance, neither in the city itself that has lost its leisure, nor in my entanglement with him to this day.

Suddenly there was a small vacancy in the crowd.My senses are getting sharper and more neurotic, and the slightest thing that is wrong can make me alert.I walked around the crowd and ran in that direction. A corner of the gray windbreaker flashed in the alley and disappeared.

Why don't you want to see me!

Anger and sorrow are intertwined in his chest, and there is no way to the future in the darkness in front of him.

I know you have reasons why you can't see me...but if you're really that worried about me, why don't you just speak up!

"Where are you!"

God tea!

There was a buzzing in my head.I think I might be stupid too.Fortunately, there are no Parisians around, otherwise I might be sent to the Chinese embassy in France by well-meaning people, requesting a humanitarian free mental examination for me.

Enduring the faint pain in my chest, I turned and walked out.Two steps away is the direction I just ran, and there is a small cluster of bright colors on the ground.I thought it was a daisy that fell into my pocket from the bouquet I bought, but when I got closer, the golden yellow color was actually the effect of sunlight shining on the border of the white petals.

A sprig of lilies.

I'm always one step late in remembering.The shadow that suddenly disappeared from the crowd, the shadow that took off its hat and bowed to me in the coffee shop, just walked up behind me and bent down to put a bunch of lilies.

There was a bouquet of lilies in full bloom, beside the pastel daisies.

Life goes on and on, and peace will come.

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(Note: Use the words written by the author "The Trapped Time" in the self-post bar tweet "Awakening of Insects")