love affair in paris

People in the waiting hall come and go, Siwei doesn’t like to wait before every trip, and the anxiety of all kinds of Chinese people carrying big bags and small bags in the waiting area will only make her more irritable .

Siwei looked out of the dark window, the sun had already set, and the crescent crescent hung on the black sky, as if smiling at Siwei.Siwei didn't want to respond to the kindness of the moonlight, she subconsciously turned on the phone and checked the time.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and Siwei felt very hungry, and she suddenly remembered that she hadn't had a proper meal all day.

During the days when he was discharged from the hospital and went home, Siwei's appetite had been poor, he was depressed and always felt sick, and Siwei's daily food intake was pitifully small.

Siwei looked at his thinner and thinner arms, and smiled wryly in his heart, why would he become thinner?Anyway, I can't eat anything, so it's better to starve myself to death slowly.

But in the next second, another voice in my heart will warn me: How can I seek death if the big thing is not accomplished?Several voices in Siwei's head intertwined, making her very tired.

Siwei took out a piece of bread from the suitcase, which she bought in the living room, but she didn't have time to eat it there, and now she finally remembered, she took a small bite of the bread, but couldn't taste the taste.

Siwei didn't like to eat bread since she was a child. Since she went to the Academy of Fine Arts, her mother would buy a lot of bread for her to take with her every time she left home by train.

Every time Siwei saw her mother buying so much bread, she felt extremely disgusted. At that time, she really didn't like bread, but every time she went to the Academy of Fine Arts, bread became her only meal.

If her mother was still there, she would still buy bread for herself when she left China, but now, Siwei can no longer enjoy the taste of hating bread.

Siwei was thinking, his nose was sore, tears flowed down instantly, the tears rolled down on the bread, and were quickly absorbed by the dough, more and more of Siwei's tears fell into the bread.

Bread looked at Siwei, remained silent, and didn't say a word. It carried the sadness of Siwei, and just wanted to recharge Siwei's strength as soon as possible.

Siwei's wet eyes looked at the black sky, the curved crescent gradually grew bigger, and a smear of paleness in the night struggled to shine its own light.

Siwei watched the weak piece of white struggling so stubbornly surrounded by the powerful black curtain, just to prove his perfection at that moment, desperately trying to break free from this terrible blockade.

What a tenacious vitality, Siwei looked at it, and reverence spontaneously arose in his heart. Not long after, a full moon hung high in the middle of the night.

Siwei no longer shed tears, her melancholy eyes looked at the beautiful full moon, what a beautiful round light, Siwei's spirit began to lift up, and the positive energy accelerated under the moonlight.

Siwei tasted the sweetness of the bread, and the soft chewing feeling made her feel comfortable. How long has it been since she had such a happy feeling?Siwei misses this feeling so much.

Siwei's delicate eyes finally curved into a smile. She took a deep breath and ate the bread happily. The nausea seemed to disappear, and Siwei felt that the bread was delicious.

"Mom, Liya, isn't the moon beautiful? I will live a good life and not let you down." Siwei silently swears to the moon.The full moon was shining brightly, looking at Si Wei approvingly.

The zero o'clock flight took off on time, and Siwei was sitting in the economy class. She really wanted to accompany Liya in the coffin, but now she could only sit and not get close to Liya.

Siwei recalled every detail of falling in love with Liya. She remembered how she looked when she saw Liya for the first time. She was tall and beautiful, especially her charming green eyes, which were really beautiful.

Siwei remembers Liya's first time as a model for herself, with plump twin peaks and a voluptuous figure, Siwei only felt that his eyes were about to be imprinted on her fair body.

Siwei remembered the feeling of kissing Liya for the first time, the thin lips were soft, and the gentle and romantic nature of the French girl was completely released at that moment.

There were countless firsts with Liya, and Siwei recalled them warmly. Even though Yiren has gone away, that gentle nostalgia will always be engraved in my heart.

Siwei said affectionately in his heart: "Lia, I love you! My little princess, I am your eternal guard!" Tears flowed down again unconsciously, but this time they were warm, with warmth and warmth. Be grateful, not despair.

Although Siwei has encountered many misfortunes, luck and misfortune depend on each other. She still meets many people who are kind to her. In her heart, Siwei still believes in justice and love. She thanks God and all the people who are kind to her.

The flight was a bit long this time, so Siwei sorted out his emotions and prepared to face Liya's parents. Although Liya's parents were very kind to him, how could the pain of bereavement calm people down?

Siwei made up his mind to treat Liya's parents as his own and take care of them from time to time.Si Wei's peripheral vision felt a white light, so it turned out that the sky was already bright.

After flying for a long time, Siwei didn't close her eyes for a moment. She thought about many things, and in a blink of an eye, Paris was almost here.

The plane finally landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport, and Siwei got off the plane with Liya's coffin. In the airport, Liya's parents were waiting there to welcome Liya's coffin.

"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry." Seeing Liya's parents' first words, Siwei only apologized. Maybe it's been too long since Liya's parents knew the sad news. The two elderly people were silent and hugged one after another. Feeling in danger, he left the airport with Liya's coffin.

Siwei followed Liya's parents to the cemetery. Many people had already gathered here. Several big men who followed Liya's parents carefully lifted Liya's coffin and walked to the prepared cemetery.

The priest was chanting a spell that Siwei couldn't understand. Everyone was dressed in black. The big man slowly put the coffin into the grave. The priest sprinkled some fetishes and continued chanting the spell. Finally, Liya's mother couldn't take it anymore. She threw herself into Liya's father's arms and began to cry.

Siwei looked at the crying mother, feeling very sad. She stared at the coffin quietly, wanting to take another look at Liya's appearance, but it was impossible.

After the funeral ceremony, the big man buried Liya's coffin, and everyone left slowly. Liya's parents went to Siwei and comforted her not to be too sad.

Siwei didn't expect Liya's parents to care about her so much, and she was moved. She hugged her mother and father, and then returned to her small winery.

The smell of Liya is everywhere in the small winery. On that big bed, Siwei would hug Liya to sleep every night, and Liya always likes to fight with Siwei.

"Pervert, little villain..." These familiar pronouns always echoed in Siwei's ears. She really wanted Liya to call her that again, but it was never possible.

Siwei picked up the photo of Liya and herself on the bedside. In the photo, the lovely Liya closed her eyes and kissed her face, so cheerful and innocent.

Siwei put away the photos, and she slowly packed up Liya's clothes. The gorgeous clothes that exuded Liya's body fragrance were still exuding fragrance, and Siwei couldn't help picking up the clothes and sending them to the tip of her nose.

Siwei gently kissed Liya's clothes, recalling the scene when he and Liya were in love, Siwei missed Liya's kiss, and everything about Liya.

The green land outside the winery held the vegetables that Liya had planted so hard. It was the autumn harvest season, but no one went to pick the bountiful fruits.

"Liya, are you okay in heaven? You know, I miss you so much!" Siwei stared at the sky with melancholy eyes, longing in her heart.

After Siwei's car accident, she couldn't stop herself from cleaning over and over again. The whole small winery, since she returned to Paris, was cleaned up extremely clean by her.

Siwei decided to sell the small winery and give all the money from the sale to Liya's parents. Her daughter died inexplicably, and the most tragic thing was her elderly parents.

Sending a white-haired person to a black-haired person is the most painful thing in life. Siwei feels that besides visiting Liya's parents often, he also needs to give them a sum of money so that they can live a more comfortable life.

Siwei's real estate in Shanghai has been sold, but under China's current housing market restriction policy, the selling price has lost 5.00%, but Siwei doesn't care, even if she loses, she can still get a lot of money amount.

This large amount is enough to carry out the plan that Siwei has been circling in his mind for a long time. Siwei contacted Qiao Na, his agent, and wanted to show his paintings in Zhen Gallery again in order to earn more fees.

Siwei sold the small winery, rented a small apartment in the city, and continued to paint every day. At the same time, he secretly commissioned a Chinese detective agency to secretly investigate the connection between Chen Jinhao and his car accident.

On this day, Siwei received a call, and a familiar female voice on the other end of the phone cared about Siwei gently: "How are you doing recently? How are you?"

When Siwei heard that gentle female voice, her irritable heart immediately calmed down, and she missed this voice a bit: "Well, I'm much better."

There was a natural silence on both ends of the phone, as if neither of them knew what to say to each other. "Hui, I have something to ask you." Siwei broke the silence between the two.

"Well, tell me." Hui said earnestly on the other end of the phone. "Can you tell me how you knew about my car accident?" Siwei asked seriously.

"I heard from others that she was also in Shanghai at the time, so I just knew about it." Hui was still unwilling to tell Siwei the truth, rather than saying that she didn't want to, it would be better to say that she didn't want Siwei to cause trouble.

If Siwei knew the truth, Chen Jinhao would definitely kill her, Hui thought, and couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. Chen Jinhao didn't succeed in Shanghai, would he harm Siwei in Paris?

"Siwei, you must pay attention to safety, okay?" Hui said to Siwei with concern, the "thumping" heartbeat was rapid, as if it was about to jump out.

Siwei felt that Hui's tone of voice was very strange, and she was full of doubts. When she heard that Hui wanted to take care of her own safety, her suspicion was aggravated, so she said softly, "Why, am I in danger?"

"Don't be like this, okay, I just hope you are safe." Hui said dissatisfied. "Do you know something, why are you unwilling to tell me?" Siwei was a little annoyed.

"Because I love you, is this enough?" Huishun threw out those three words, which shocked Siwei all over the place, even Hui herself was frightened.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm sorry. I still have something to do. Goodbye." Siwei hung up the phone in a hurry, she didn't know why she was so nervous.

The author has something to say: I must apologize to my readers and friends, I will never fake a bird again, damn it, I am very tired, I must be crazy, but fortunately it is normal now.