I am a literary giant in Europe

Chapter 12 Bonjour, Julie!

"Brother Jin, what are you going to do in Paris?"

Curious Sun Yue couldn't help but ask.

After four days of studying abroad, he began to get used to going home alone after school.

Walk along Las Cross Street and then cross the empty green park, and you will find his apartment.

He was scared the first day.

The next day I was still scared.

On the third day...I felt much better.

The kind of strength that is visible to the naked eye can be felt.

"Collecting wind."

"what?"

"That day in Paris, we were at the café on Rue Jacques Guerre. When Emily and I were chatting, a story suddenly popped up in my mind. I've been working on that story for the past few days, and I plan to go to Paris to see her this weekend and talk to her about it again."

"Are you writing a novel?"

Dadong looked at Liu Jin in confusion.

Liu Jin took out the floppy disk and shook it.

"Why did you lie to me?"

"You can also write novels? How come I didn't know that?"

"Brother, we've only known each other for a little over a month. How well do you know me?"

In China, in 2000.

Writing is still a noble thing.

Of course, the market is down.

Those writers of the eighty years are no longer dragon slayers.

They have turned into evil dragons.

Small circles one after another are filled with all kinds of dirty things.

In two years, the young writer Taizi, who once created the "Sanmao copied Si", will also step onto the stage in a dignified manner.

It's not about preference, it's just that I don't like it.

But for people outside the circle, writing is still a very cool thing.

It is precisely those messy circles that provide a breeding ground for online literature.

Luo's Fengzi Wushu has already gained great fame.

Xiao Ding's dark path is about to follow TJ's path.

His Zhu Xian might already be brewing, but it will take a long time...

Lao Xiao’s wandering journey probably hasn’t started yet.

Well, has Lao Lan from Xinchang already settled in the mainland?

It's a bit blurry!
"Brother Jin, what story is it?"

Liu Sisi asked curiously.

"Well, a story...about youth."

"Wow!"

"Don't worry, it's not the kind of story you imagine."

Liu Jin smiled.

“To be precise, this is a story about youth, growth and love.

A group of lonely people face difficulties in communication, their lives are broken and filled with frustration. This story, through the lens of fantasy, offers a perspective and observation on the process of growing up.

"Uh, then I won't watch it."

As soon as Liu Sisi heard the word "loneliness", she lost all interest.

Yang Dong became interested and said, "Let me see it."

"In French."

"No, you write in French?"

"is it not OK?"

"Ha, then I'll have to take a look."

"I've only written part of it. I'll send it to your email address later."

Liu Jin said, looked at his watch, and said: "I won't say anymore, I'm going back to school first. There are not many people in the computer room right now, I'll print some out."

"Print?"

"I have to show Emily."

"All right!"

Liu Jin trotted away.

Liu Sisi turned her head and looked at Dadong.

"Brother Dong, why did Brother Jin write a story about loneliness?"

Dadong was startled for a moment, then laughed and said, "Maybe he's just lonely inside... Damn, how could I not have realized that this guy is also a hipster."

"I didn't notice it either."

Yang Dongqi also laughed.

……

Time passes quickly.

Before I knew it, it was Friday.

Lao Pi appeared!
He found Liu Jin privately and told him that Zhao Qian was preparing to return to China!

She was probably scared and didn't want to continue studying abroad at all.

Her parents also rushed to Paris.

She must have some skills to get here so quickly, which means her parents had already obtained a French visa.

In 2000, this was not something that ordinary people could do.

Zhao Qian's parents also agreed with Zhao Qian's decision.

However, from beginning to end, they did not mention Liu Jin and Dadong, nor did they show the slightest gratitude.

Like parents, like daughter!
Liu Jin didn't seek any thanks, he just felt uncomfortable.

But it’s okay, let’s draw a clear line.

Originally, Zhao Qian was just a name to Liu Jin. ...

Amélie is halfway done.

Thanks to Liu Jin's superb memory, he can remember the plot of the movie and those classic lines.

If I am destined to be lonely, then I am willing to love the whole world.

You will never know how much you like someone unless you see him with someone else.

I don’t make friends. There are too many bad people in this world.

Fate is like the Tour de France. If you keep waiting, fate will pass you by.

Who hasn't suffered the pain of a secret crush? We always think that infatuation is the heaviest in the world. One day, looking back, we realize it was always so light. We thought love was deep, but time reveals it's actually very shallow. The shallowest and heaviest love must grow with time...

Do you believe in miracles? Not today!
You don’t have to be brilliant or have any special meaning. You just need to be your little self and love… This is what the angel told me.

Liu Jin feels like watching a movie every day when he writes.

He was also intoxicated when those beautiful lines flowed out like silk as he tapped the keyboard.

But today, he's going to stop for a while.

Because he was going to meet someone who was once very important in his life.

After several days of intensive writing, Liu Jin felt a little tired.

This feeling of exhaustion only occurred when I wrote online articles in my previous life.

"Good morning!"

Liu Jin walked into the classroom.

"Good morning." This is Sun Yue.

"Morning, Brother Jin." This is Sisi.

"Bonjour..."

Uh, this is Selena.

"Great writer, you look very tired."

"A little bit. I'll go buy a cup of coffee to perk myself up later."

"The newsstand across from the school sells convenient coffee. It's cheap and tastes good, pretty authentic."

"Boris Newsstand?"

“You’ve been there too.”

Liu Jin smiled and didn't answer.

He had been there, but in his previous life.

The coffee at that newsstand is really good, and Lao Bao is a real man, and his food is genuine.

Later I heard that he was attacked by a black woman in the Balma-Gramont business center in 2006 and died on the spot.

If Selina hadn't mentioned it, he really wouldn't have thought about it.

If you have the chance, remind Lao Bao.

The old man is very nice!

"Not everyone can write a book. Can't you just stay in class and study?"

A strange voice came.

"Ma Jun, shut up."

"I can't say anything yet. I'll just say you're pretending. You even write in French, and you don't even look at your own abilities... You don't talk in class, is that okay?"

Liu Jin glanced at him, smiled, and said nothing.

He carried his backpack and sat down at the table in the corner of the room.

I didn't realize he was like this.

They had a good relationship back then and he had helped Liu Jin a lot.

But looking back now, his help seemed more like a condescending charity.

Maybe Selena said something that made him unhappy.

You have no chance, little thief!
I remember very clearly that next year, that is, next semester, Selena found her future husband.

A redneck from Texas, a professor invited by the school.

That nasal English guy... what was his name? Mark or Thompson? I can't remember exactly...

The old white man taught for a year and a half.

Then he held a wedding with Selena and the two of them went to the Lighthouse Country together.

Well, it seems that we had five more children later.