Seine-Yi

Seine-Yi

Paris in the early summer afternoon sky blue to blue.

White clouds in summer breeze, wanton stretch like a flower, manjuan Shu. Like a lot of street full of French girl.

Seine sparkling in the Sun, like a few scattered broken.

Notre Dame Tower Spire yunxiao straight spines, for hundreds of years the River overlooking the flow of Sorrows.

The new bridge, the Seine River's oldest bridge, the deduction of the number huichangdangqi love story of the bridge, at the moment is tens of thousands of flowers wrapped, become a petal of Huaqiao masonry.

Qiaolan Pier didn't dew a trace, people from the bridge, like passing through a rainbow of dreams. This is the French romance, France always come up with some strange idea, this is the blood is flowing artistic people.

I crossed the flowers around the new bridge, in the Riverside open-air cafe sit down.

Holding a glass of refreshing the heart and lungs of Café au lait (French milk cafes), see the Seine river water flowing, crowd, and the whole crowd in front of the car to go. This is me

Paris Street, love doing homework.

This is a wonderful afternoon, a romantic afternoon, a story of what happens in the afternoon.

SIP a coffee, I sat quietly, fantasy at the beginning of the story.

However I know that even if there is a start, I also will not be carried on the story.

A grace period of 30 years-old man, carrying a France refined black leather bags.

Shirts, ties, suit, the same pale ash chromatic, publicity, but was elaborately everywhere. He is on my side of the small round sit down, Breeze too, DUNE perfumes if so if none.

I looked up towards his eyes, smiled.

"Good afternoon," he says. "Good afternoon," I answered. His eyes are dark brown, deep see bottom. Like two TAM fall Lake, Yun at numerous mystery.

"This bridge is so beautiful, isn't it?" he said, his French band is a southern accent.

"Yes, only France will have such a romantic idea," I said.

He smiled.

"To Japan tourism??"

"It is not, to study abroad.

Chinese. ”

"It must be from Shanghai.

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"How do you know?," I'm a little surprised.

Want to know what it was ten years ago, and not many Chinese to France "I've been to Shanghai, seen the girl there. Instinctively feel that you are. ”

His words take us closer to the overnight.

We talk from the Seine to the Huangpu River, from the Palace Chat to talk from the Louvre, the great wall to the pyramid. ……

Good afternoon with the Seine river flow, Frances West of sky.

Seine at sunset with mystery. Cruise across the Department, setting off the spray, spray were also flying in my heart. We have stopped talking, eyes at each other, silent.

Finally, he is difficult to say: "I've already missed the afternoon train, I must sit tonight last train back to Earth Lu Zi.

"" I know "I said with a smile. "Go, don't miss the train and let your wife worried. "I saw him in the ring on ring finger.

Suddenly he took out pen and paper, write down a name and phone number.

"Also see you?" looking at his hand over the small pieces of paper, my heart some fibrillation millet. I stare at his ring finger, five seconds later, I was very young, head firmly said: "no, I'm just this river rush of passer. Maybe I'll go back to the Huangpu River. ”

"God bless you!" he grabbed my right hand, and the lips gently kissed.

Turn and disappeared in the flow of the Seine River side in a hurry.

I also picked up the package, he disappeared in that direction.

Not sad, but there is a joy. A beautiful summer afternoon, the beauty of the Seine, the beginning of a beautiful, why should they expect the ending.