hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 209 Taking on a heavy responsibility for the first time ([-])
The convoy traveled along the right bank of the Seine.A long street shaded by tall and beautiful plane trees appeared in the live TV screen.When the camera turns, the quiet and leisurely streets extend to the intricate slums, with a strong contrast.

During the short stay in the slum area, the writers got out of the car, browsed, and got on the car, although it was hurried but not chaotic. The point is, no one was left behind.

This was also the part that Tang Yumo was most worried about before.As long as there is no problem with the itinerary on the right bank, the law and order on the left bank is good, and creative patties are mainly opened in open-air cafes, it should be fine.

The task is equivalent to half completed.

When the convoy set off again, Tang Yumo still only saw Gu Yihan's back, and it seemed that he still had a stinky face.

Didn't he meet his high standards?

As long as it goes smoothly, isn't the task completed?

But whenever things went well, Tang Yumo began to feel inexplicably anxious.

It seems that this kind of luck has come to her, which is unbelievable.

The luxurious Champs-Elysées passed by outside the car window, and the Eiffel Tower came into view.The traffic began to get crowded. Tang Yumo prayed that there would be no traffic jams ahead. He only needed to walk a short distance to reach the Alexandre III Bridge. If they could cross the bridge smoothly, the road conditions would improve.

The photographer accompanying the car asked: "Is the bridge ahead under repair?"

Tang Yumo said: "Yes, but it's just to fix the gold-plated Pegasus sculpture on the bridge tower."

"Is this bridge called Alexander III Bridge? Is it said that if lovers pass this bridge, they will spend a full moon and stay together for life?" a female reporter asked excitedly.

Tang Yumo replied with a smile: "It seems that according to the legend, it is effective to pass under the bridge by boat. We really don't know if it counts when we cross the bridge by car?"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it's just crossing the bridge anyway." The female reporter said playfully.

"Oh, is your lover in our car? Who is it? Is it Big Brother Photography?" Everyone booed.

Amidst the laughter, Tang Yumo was also infected with optimism, and couldn't help thinking: If lovers take different cars and pass this bridge one after the other, will it count?

"Is it a traffic jam?" a reporter asked as the convoy stopped.

Tang Yumo poked his head out of the car window and saw that although the other lanes were crowded, the traffic was still moving slowly, but their lane was stopped.

"Why is it getting blocked at this time? I still want to take a luxurious side shot of the bridge, but it's just a little bit short, and I can't get a panoramic view." The photographer was a little anxious.

Tang Yumo turned on the walkie-talkie and said into the microphone: "Car No. 5 calls car No. 1, and car No. 1 calls."

The signal was a bit noisy, only the quiet voice came intermittently: "Car No. 1, go back, go back, reply, reply to car No. 5."

"Editor Ning, can you hear me clearly? What happened earlier?" Tang Yumo asked.

"No, no, what happened, what, it went well... Ah—" Tranquility screamed.

Tang Yumo quickly put down the walkie-talkie and dialed Tranquility's cell phone.

The mobile phone signal was also bad, but I finally figured out what was going on.

It turned out that Tranquility and the others kept driving forward, very smoothly, until Tang Yumo contacted them through the walkie-talkie, and their No. 1 car realized that the car behind them had fallen behind!
The convoy originally connected one car to another, which was very close, and there were no traffic lights here, so how could they fall behind?
(End of this chapter)