Jingteng Fanghua

Chapter 400 Meeting Zhang Qingyang by Coincidence

"Old man, your accent is completely the accent of our Central Plains people!" Chen Hua seemed to have discovered the New World.

"Didn't I tell you that I stayed in Greentown for a long time!" Wang Qiang laughed.

"That's right, look at my memory, don't you also like noodles?" Chen Hua asked while peeling garlic.

"I can't say whether I like it or not, but I prefer rice." Wang Qiang replied casually.

"Then why did you have so many faces today?" Chen Hua stared at the old face in front of him that didn't match his body movements.

Wang Qiang looked into Chen Hua's suspicious eyes, and knew that Chen Hua had seen through her behavior, so she admitted it openly, "Don't worry, I just want to invite you to my house for a meal. Seeing your compatriots, you know the feeling without telling me! Knowing that you are from the Central Plains, so I reconciled in advance."

Chen Hua was speechless, the other party had already talked to this point, what else could he say?

Wang Qiang bent down and took out a hand-stirred noodle press from the cupboard, and asked Chen Hua, "Do you like wide noodles or thin noodles?"

Chen Hua leaned over and took a look, pointing to the last groove, "The widest one!"

"Today's noodles took a long time to wake up, and there is no difference between pressed noodles and hand-rolled noodles. You must enjoy eating today!" Wang Qiang said while touching the dough in the basin.

"hey-hey!"

When Chen Hua returned to No. 1 CSL Street, it was already very late.

When Ruili saw Chen Hua coming back, she hurriedly greeted her with concern, "Why did you come back so late, what happened?"

"I met an old Chinese lady, chatted with her for a while, took her home, and ate a meal of noodles with her." Chen Hua, who had enjoyed eating, was in a particularly good mood at this time.

"Ruili, let me tell you, this old lady is very interesting. Although her face looks old, her hands and limbs are flexible. She doesn't look like an old person."

"What's the matter? There are a lot of people like this in France. They pay attention to physical exercise and practice yoga. Although they look old, their body's flexibility and flexibility can't even catch up with me. It's nothing surprising." Ruili disapproved. said.

"Is that so?" Chen Hua still felt that something was wrong.

"If you don't believe me, I'll take you to Monet's Garden Club tomorrow, and let you see with your own eyes how flexible the bodies of those elderly people who practice yoga are!" Ruili suggested.

"Oh, no need, I believe it." Chen Hua quickly refused.

"Sister Ray, is there any news about my mother at the bank today?"

"No, Aunt Ruth has taken a lot of francs, which is enough for her to spend a while, and she probably won't show up in the near future." Ruili shook her head and said.

"Is it God's deliberate arrangement? Why do we and our mother always make mistakes?" Chen Hua was very depressed.

"Chen Hua, no matter what, Aunt Ruth is living well in a certain place. She is safe first of all, so we can be more at ease." Ruili comforted.

Chen Hua nodded, "Thank you Sister Ray! It's getting late, go to bed early! Good night!"

"OK, good night!"

Chen Hua went back to the room, took out his ID, put it in the bag he would bring tomorrow, and then began to take a shower and go to bed.

Lying on the bed, Chen Hua thought of the old woman, and after thinking about it, he always felt that her concern for him was not just as simple as that of the Chinese, it seemed to be beyond the normal kind of concern.

And I always felt that there was a pair of eyes behind her eyes, as if they were spying on me all the time.

But the kind of concern she showed for herself is not like pretending, but a natural expression of true feelings.

When eating noodles, she felt that those small bowls were not enough to eat, so she directly used a half-sized bowl. Not only did she not say anything, but the joy she showed was sincere.

When she was eating noodles, her expression seemed very satisfied, and her eyes were like the feeling of grandma when she watched her eating noodles.

Why is it that her movements, her bones, and her body shape don't look like people of that age?
Although what Ruili said made some sense, he always felt that it was not the case.

Said the old woman had plans for him?He is a poor student who doesn't even have the ability to support himself, what does the old woman want from him?He looked like a very rich man.

"Forget it, don't think about it, the future will be long, and as time goes on, her intentions will always be exposed!"

Chen Hua couldn't figure it out, so he just didn't think about it, and went to sleep, there are still many things waiting for him tomorrow.

When Chen Hua came to the Immigration Bureau, the visa application area of ​​the Immigration Bureau hadn't opened yet, but there was already a long line of people.

He had no choice but to stand obediently to the last one.

A man and a woman stood in front of him, and the two of them were not idle in line, just showing affection as if no one else was around.

Chen Hua avoided his eyes in embarrassment, and looked around boredly.

Suddenly, I felt something in my heart, and there seemed to be unkind eyes staring at him.

He began to look for the source of the gaze, and found that the gaze seemed to come from the front, but when he searched for it, the feeling suddenly disappeared.

He felt strange, so he searched for the people in line one by one, and when he saw a figure from the back in front of more than a dozen people, he stopped his gaze.

From the hair and body frame of the back, it is not difficult to see that this is an oriental man. As for whether he is Chinese, he cannot be sure, but his sixth sense tells him that the piercing gaze should be shot from this man. over here.

Waiting until the door to start the visa process opened, that person never looked back.

Chen Hua thought to himself, "I'll wait until you get the certificate. You can't cover your head. I want to see who you are?"

Finally, when the group of people in front went in, Chen Hua stared closely at the door of the card application, waiting to see him come out.

Chen Hua blinked his eyes, saw the oriental man walking out of the door clearly, and couldn't help but feel amused in his heart.

"Hey, Zhang Qingyang, what a coincidence, the two of us met in Paris."

Zhang Qingyang pretended not to see Chen Hua and wanted to leave quickly, but Chen Hua's eyes were so poisonous that he recognized him at a glance, so he stood still and stretched out his hand in embarrassment, "Hehe, it's Liu Hua! You came to Paris too?"

Chen Hua held Zhang Qingyang's extended hand, "Come here to study, but I'm different from you, you are a public student, by the way, I remember what you said, you went to the Versailles Academy of Fine Arts to study for a doctorate, right? ?”

"Yes, I've been here for a year!" Zhang Qingyang replied with a forced smile, and withdrew his hand.

"Why are you here for a work permit?"

"Oh, this, I want to make my life easier!"

"Oh, I see." Chen Hua nodded.

"Then I'll go first, there will be a meeting later!" Zhang Qingyang was anxious to leave, standing with Chen Hua, he always felt depressed and panicked.

"There will be a period later, I wish you to return to China as soon as possible. By the way, next time you see me, remember to call me Chen Hua."

Zhang Qingyang was stunned for a moment, "Well, okay!" He nodded and turned to leave.

"I wanted to study abroad, but I actually changed my surname. I don't know who I got involved with, and returned Chen Hua, ah!" Zhang Qingyang scolded Chen Hua all the way.

He still hated that Chen Hua threatened Fang Fang in the U building of the Central Academy of Fine Arts in pursuit of Fang Fang.

"When I catch up with that old girl Keiko Watanabe, if she wants money and a career, why won't that Fang Fang come to her arms? At that time, Liu Hua, bah, Chen Hua, just keep your eyes open." Just watch! Who is the real winner!"

Thinking of this, Zhang Qingyang couldn't help laughing out in a comfortable mood: "Haha."

(End of this chapter)