Reborn lady my biggest

Chapter 142 The Telephone Booth and the Acoustic Guitar

Among the ladies, I like it, one of the few plots.The big player - Lin Ying made her debut.

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Paris in the eyes of the rich is elegant.Paris in the eyes of the poor is proud.

Su Zi once stepped on high-heeled shoes and walked back and forth on this street of more than 1000 meters.

There are fewer and fewer people on the street. Su Zi once felt that it was a wrong decision to come to the Champs Elysees. On the most expensive street in France, eating a donut can consume all her belongings.

She walked all the way to the entrance of the street, and seeing the triumphal arch towering majestically in front of her, she felt her insignificance even more.

At six o'clock in the evening, the gas street lamps were turned on. From the meals on the plane to now, Su Zi hadn't even touched a mouthful of bread or water.

There was a telephone booth behind her. Su Zizeng thought about whether to change the franc into coins and then dial the home number. Isn't that just a diploma? She is Su Zizeng, so what if she doesn't have a diploma.She had been in Daoquan University for four years and got a diploma with no gold content, so she still lived well.

The light from the street lamp hit the phone booth.On the green phone booth of the mailbox, there are glittering reflections of brand-name clothing. Su Zizeng seems to have put on those high-end products, standing in the window like the tall prosthetic models.

Live like a mannequin. "Damn it," Su Zizeng raised his bag and smashed it on the bad phantoms.

The bright glass was blurred, and then there was a piercing phone ringing in the phone booth. Su Zizeng was startled, and she wanted to walk away.The phone rang like a reminder, and it kept ringing.

The few guests around all looked over. Su Zizeng looked at the brand-new phone booth, and felt a strange feeling in her heart. It seemed that she should answer the phone. Finally, she walked in and answered the phone.

On the side of the road, there was a familiar taxi parked all the time, and the driver sitting in it was the driver who had been abandoned by Su Zi before.

"Zizen." On the other end of the phone, the man laughed.

It made people break through the gloom all of a sudden, and the mood turned into a sunny laugh. Perot's voice appeared in his ears at the most appropriate time.

A warm feeling spread all over his body, as if someone had suddenly opened up Ren Du's second channel.Su Zizeng's voice became lighter.

Perot also heard the change in her tone, which was frightened at first, and then calmed down.He originally thought that Su Zi would complain to him about this meaningless assessment trip as soon as he opened his mouth, and then he would say that everything about him was not satisfactory, including Wen Maixue asking someone to take away the luggage she dumped on Xiao Smart.

But Su Zi on the other end of the phone had just said that she got on a tourist bus with her cleverness, and then enjoyed the autumn scenery of the Champs Elysees, and discovered the ugly true face of the proprietress of a second-hand clothes store.Like a yellow warbler out of its cage, she sang cheerfully about her new discovery.

There was a little more loneliness in Perot's heart. When Su Zi boarded the plane, he didn't feel it, but when he heard her voice, the loneliness was like raindrops dripping from the wall, converging into A mighty torrent.

"How do you know I'm here? And this phone booth?" This is what Su Zi once felt the most amazing. Why did Perot choose this time, this phone, when she was in the lowest mood, came Such a phone call.

After the narration just now, Su Zi once felt that she was not completely in a desperate situation, and her whole day was still very lucky.

"Because I think that after your LV luggage bag is brought back, you must find a place to remember it. According to your temperament, you will definitely stay in front of the LV store on the Champs-Élysées for a while, as long as you check the number , I can find the number of any telephone booth in Paris, I just take turns to the number of each telephone booth on the Champs Elysees, waiting for the favor of the goddess of luck," Perrault lied, and the inquiry phone, how could it be bigger than the tracked one? Living people work.When he was talking, there was a soft light in his eyes that he didn't even know. If Shang Yin saw Perot at this time, he would never be able to connect him with the cold and stern man who knocked him down.

"." There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, and Perot said with a smile: "The Ping An call has been reported, and I will call you at six o'clock every day in the afternoon."

In a strange yet familiar country, the young souls who were separated by two oceans had their first collision of souls in a telephone booth at the Arc de Triomphe.

Zizeng's breathing was still steady, but the sound of her heartbeat betrayed herself, "Yeah." Su Zizeng answered, hung up the phone, his heart was full.

Perot hung up the phone, feeling empty inside.

After walking out of the phone booth, Su Zizeng took a deep breath, and strode forward toward the fallen leaves and the bustling streets again.In any case, she had to find a place to stay first.

There are actually a lot of park chairs that can be settled.In the urban area of ​​Paris, especially around the Champs-Elysees, there are exquisitely manicured green velvet lawns and fountains spraying crystal water droplets. If you don’t consider that there is no rice to eat and no bed to sleep, Su Zizeng will definitely be intoxicated by this painting. In the gorgeous street scene of Paris.

Unknowingly, the last ray of light in the sky was also swallowed up by the night.

Because of the night, the white pigeons that had been parked in the square had disappeared, there were figures of homeless people walking around one after another, and the leftover bread crumbs were discarded on the benches.

Su Zi once turned around every three steps. If she was a man, sleeping on the street might not be a bad thing.Pillow on the dew at night, look at the twinkling starry sky, and admire the style of French women.

The soft guitar sound of "The moon represents my heart" floated in the square.Su Zi once turned his head and looked at a young woman in the square, holding an acoustic guitar in her arms, without any electronic music, with raven blue mid-length hair, big wavy curls, cotton shirt, and straight pencil pants.

"Street performer," Su Zi Zeng walked over. The familiar accent made her feel a little unstoppable, so she stopped and listened.

Passers-by happened to pass by, but not many people threw coins into the dress hat of the young woman.

The tone of the acoustic guitar is very single, so it didn't arouse the resonance it should have in the ears of French people with rich feelings.But the woman with an oriental profile just plucked the strings, her eyes were like black gemstones, shining brightly in the dark night, enjoying the attention of every passer-by.

This is a self-absorbed woman. Her voice may not be very distinctive, but she is unforgettable. She has the tall and thin body of a Nordic woman, with a sharp chin, and she will not make people feel sick. Bad feeling.

She has a pair of strong hands, and she plays sonorously, her voice is low, and her singing is ups and downs.

After a long time, the songs were changed one by one, and more people stopped.A few passers-by gave generously and dropped coins.

Su Zi once looked at the wallet. She was the one who stood the longest, but there was only one hundred francs in the wallet.She was clearly carrying a brand-name bag and wearing a brand-name dress, but she just couldn't get any change.

Some people have already looked at Su Zizeng with dissatisfaction.Street performers are respected in France, and any passerby could tell that the two young women, with the same yellow skin and black hair, were from the same country.

Su Zizeng gritted his teeth, opened the wallet, and threw the franc into the dress hat.The moment she bent down, the busker saw that there was nothing in her dark bag.

After listening to a few more songs, Su Zizeng turned and walked away.

"That generous lady," the showgirl called to her.It was close to ten o'clock, and some people who sold paintings and set up small stalls in the surrounding area had dispersed.

Su Zizeng was not the most generous of them all. With her generosity just now, several wealthy Asian guests left whole money.

The entertainer lit a cigarette, a women's cigarette with a slender filter, and the scent of mint floated in the air.She picked up the hundred francs and handed it back to Su Zizeng, "Although you are not the most generous, it is the first time I have seen someone who is so generous as to give away all his belongings."

Su Zizeng opened the flat pocket awkwardly, breathing the free air of Paris.

In Paris, you can meet all kinds of people, including young people yearning for romance, elderly people who are comfortable and retired, and more decent tourists. The busker has been singing in the square for two years. Every day, she can see There were countless indifferent and hypocritical faces, but today, she saw a real face.

During the time when Su Zi was walking in the square, the buskers had been paying attention to her actions.Su Zizeng also looked back at her. A young woman with an oriental temperament is very eye-catching.Facing this woman, Su Zi once had a similar feeling.

"You don't have a place to stay tonight, do you? Come with me." The busker stuffed the banknote back into Su Zizeng's bag, and put away all the coins in the top hat.Instead of counting the amount, she poured all the money into the guitar bag.

The acoustic guitar and the coin collided and made a weird "creaking" sound.After the female artist tidied up, she threw the guitar behind her, and the banknotes and the guitar hung on her shoulders like a garbage bag.

Accepting an invitation from a stranger, even though she was a woman, Su Zizeng still hesitated. "Thank you, I'd better stay here."

A square extending in all directions is better than a stranger's hut.Su Zi once looked at the woman performing arts vigilantly. She seemed to be a little older than himself. She was a woman alone and stayed in a metropolis like Paris. There would be no strange problems.Su Zicen thought about it, and finally rejected the invitation of this strange woman.

"Don't underestimate the filth under the gorgeous clothes of Paris. In Paris, there is a spacious Champs Elysees, and there are hundreds of lanes like spider webs. If you stay here, the probability of being hit in the head and throat cut It's the same." The female artist saw her indecision, and after taking a puff of cigarettes, she said something that made Su Zizeng immediately decide to follow her.

(End of this chapter)