Portrait in two mirrors

noon that day.

The streets on weekends are full of traffic and voices.I saw a few people stumbling towards from a distance.

"Oh, it's really terrible! I was still in a daze this morning, and suddenly D'Alembert jumped on my bed," Diderot said with lingering fear, "I wonder when he was so active with me (Hello), and he stammered to me that M. Voltaire had jumped to his death!"

"Oh, Denis, stop talking!" Montesquieu turned pale with anger, "I just received your call this morning to say that Mr. Voltaire had a misfortune, and I saw Jean look at you with a terrified horror. looking at me, and then I turned my head and saw Voltaire standing beside my bed! His face was expressionless, his eyes were empty, lifeless..."

"Oh, don't you say that about me..." Voltaire held Rousseau, who was about to cry, and waved his hand in dissatisfaction, "I just woke up a little early in the morning, and then I missed my family...so I knocked The door of Lao Meng and Rang's room... Then Lao Meng was still sleeping, and Rang let me in. As a result, as soon as I came out of your bathroom, I saw Lao Meng answering a phone at some point, and Looking at me behind me with an extremely ferocious expression... I was frightened by you! Charles! You should also compensate me for mental damage!"

"Oh, no, no, no," Diderot pushed Montesquieu, who was about to lose his temper, aside (Montesquieu: "I'm so hideous! You're like a fake corpse!"), "But Darius What happened to the big red peony dress that Rambert saw downstairs? That dress is indeed lying on the street below the ninth floor, stained with blood!"

"Oh, that dress got a little sweet and sour sauce at dinner last night, and I washed it and it didn't come out, so I hung it out of the window," said Voltaire disapprovingly. , "Maybe the wind blows a little bit stronger in the early morning..."

"How can you be so nonchalant?!!!!" Montesquieu looked deeply hurt, he grabbed Voltaire by the collar, and the two pulled, "You are a crime of disturbing public order. !!!!!! The crime of endangering public safety!!! Must be detained!!! Detention!!!..." (Rousseau, who saw his friends fighting, looked like he was about to cry again)

"Hey!" Diderot said in pain, "Why did we, the French Enlightenment thinkers of the 18th century, have to be thrown into the streets of China in the 21st century!!!" (by the way, they were still standing in the middle of the road)

A gust of wind blows, bringing a wonderful fragrance, more touching than truffles, more graceful than foie gras.

"I remembered!" Diderot exclaimed intoxicatedly. "It's already a good time for lunch! Why don't you appreciate the wonderful and beautiful Chinese food culture?"

He turned his head gracefully full of appeal, only to see Montesquieu still arguing with Voltaire, and poor Rousseau still crying alone...|||

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"Is D'Alembert still doing math in our satellite van?" Rousseau asked confused, "Isn't he hungry?"

"Oh no no no," Diderot looked around at the various restaurants on both sides of the street, each of which exudes a tempting aroma, "His mathematics is his spiritual food... er, sliced ​​noodles? This sounds like good……"

"But why can't painting be your spiritual food, Denis?" Montesquieu asked a little viciously, "It seems that you have been talking about Chinese food since we boarded the plane at Charles de Gaulle...?"

"Ah~" Diderot suddenly saw a basket of small siu mai just out of the oven in a street shop, and couldn't help his eyes light up, "That's because I am a materialistic siu mai... oh... it's Iron Warrior 1... Materialism requires Energy from matter... Uh... This siu mai is made of crab roe, I don't know if it's delicious or not... Because it needs energy, it needs food supplements, that's it!"

"Oh, it feels like Dennis's mind is already full of siu mai..." Rousseau said worriedly.

"Oh you don't know that our Denis Diderot has a famous saying, and it's written down in history," Voltaire repeated in a detached tone, "'There is no poetry, no music, no art, no conscience , without feelings, without friends, without books, I can live, but as a civilized person, I cannot do without food.'”

"Is it possible to live without a conscience?! This man is too outrageous!" Montesquieu said through gritted teeth.

"You can live without friends...?! This is so heartbreaking!" Rousseau was about to cry.

"Oh why didn't he eat himself?!" Voltaire said bitterly.

At this time, Diderot said in a romantic and melting tone that was intoxicated and swaying in the infinite spring, "I found it! It's this one! Let's go to this place for lunch!~~~"

As Diderot almost floated into the restaurant, Voltaire suddenly realized that he might have been as humiliated as this yesterday.

A window seat for four in a restaurant.

"Hello, viewers! It's [-]:[-] noon Beijing time and [-]:[-] am Paris time. I'm Voltaire, the host of Enlightenment Radio and Television, and I'm reporting for you in a Chinese restaurant in Qufu, Shandong, China. "

"Are you sure you want to shoot again~?" Montesquieu interrupted the very dedicated host Voltaire and the camera Rousseau full of doubts, "I think Mr. Diderot's eating is not good, so I don't want to shoot..."

"It's okay, let's continue to shoot!" Diderot said very bluntly, "Anyway, our face was completely ruined at the Confucius Temple yesterday! Now we have no face to lose! Let's shoot whatever we want! Let's shoot! ——Eh, waiter? Let's order~~~”

Now it was Voltaire who was going to cry.

"Sir, your dish is Peking Duck."

I saw a plate of shiny, oily, fragrant roasted duck, accompanied by emerald green onions, snow-white crust and dark sweet bean sauce, gracefully landed in front of the wolf-like Mr. Diderot (hey).

"Ah~ the extensive and profound Chinese food culture~ using pancake wrappers to wrap roast duck and green onions, plus sweet bean sauce, it's really a very simple way of eating~" Diderot said in a ecstasy.

Rousseau ate a green onion.

"When this rough and exquisite artwork touches my taste buds, first there is the green onion that is eager to get you, then the crispy burnt skin of the roast duck ~ and then its snow-white and soft meat, so sweet~ In the end, it all melted into the cool and deep endless flavor of sweet bean sauce~" Diderot said drunkenly.

Rousseau ate another green onion.

"Hey~ This roast meat is burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, which is really different from the West~" Montesquieu was very emotional, "—by the way, why did Rousseau just eat green onions all the time?"

"Uh... say 'Shen Nong tastes all kinds of herbs', for my botany 2 research, I want to taste green onions~" Rousseau said calmly, and then ate another green onion.

"—and Mr. Voltaire...Francois, don't you always want to taste the essence of Chinese cuisine? Why are you just eating green onions wrapped in pancake skin?" Montesquieu asked puzzled.

"Well, actually~" Voltaire said mysteriously, "This way of eating is unique to Northeast China~ I'm here to pay homage to the great Confucius~"

"Oh!" Diderot, who was eating happily at this time, finally said, "I can't stand you! You two should stop studying botany and Confucius! The truth is that you are both vegetarians. Person 3, you are not allowed to eat meat...!!!" (speak out)

"But I think eating green onions alone is a very tormenting thing..." Montesquieu said sympathetically, "especially when the smell of barbecue is permeating all around..."

A burst of barbecue aroma slowly diffused over, and the lingering sound lingered, lingering for three days.

At this time, I saw Rousseau firmly picked up the scallions again, burst into tears, and said decisively, "Su Shi said, 'I would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo'!!!!!!"

Seeing that Voltaire took out his resolute and resolute sword, grabbed a white face and said, "The master said: 'You are good! Come back! A piece of food! A spoonful of drink! In the back alley! People are unbearable! Come back! Don't change the fun! Xianzai Huiya!!!!'"

"Sir, your dish is Shanghai Xiaolongbao."

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"Oh? It turns out that the Xiaolongbao is here in the morning~ I ate the roast duck so hard that I didn't notice it~" Diderot opened the lid of the steamer with great interest, and couldn't help but turn pale with shock, "—that we didn't order the Xiaolongbao Bao? Why did it turn into meatballs here?||||”

"Oh, this~" Montesquieu said calmly, "That's because the vegetarian Voltaire and Rousseau ate their skins...||||"

I saw Voltaire and Rousseau huddled together like kittens full of fear, and looked over.

"Sir, your dish is Northeastern dumplings."

Suddenly, as if by divine help, Voltaire discovered that the plate of dumplings in front of him were leek dumplings! "My dear Rousseau!" Voltaire took Rousseau's hand ecstatically, "We finally have something to eat here! Leek dumplings! Montesquieu and Diderot, you are not allowed to rob us!"

At this time, I saw the two people on the opposite side wandering wildly, enjoying the top-quality scallop seafood dumplings calmly, unmoved at all.

Voltaire looked at the leek dumplings in front of him and Rousseau, and couldn't help feeling sad.

"Why is it so shabby...|||" Voltaire nags.

Rousseau was about to cry again.

The little leek dumpling looked at them innocently.

"Sir, your dish is braised lion head."

Enveloped by the steaming aroma, there are a few delicious big meatballs...

"Uh..." Rousseau suddenly noticed that under the huge meatball, there seemed to be a few poor little green vegetables struggling silently, "That... can we eat that green vegetable?"

"Oh, I'm afraid you can't..." said Montesquieu very apologetically, "it's fried in oyster sauce..."

"So~" Diderot picked up a big meatball and said triumphantly, "you can't eat meatballs~you can't eat green vegetables~you can't even drink the broth~~~"

"It's too much!" Voltaire was about to throw the table, and he said with blood and hatred, "It's too much! - Rousseau! Let's go back to the Pantheon!!!" He was about to pull Rousseau.

At this time, I saw Rousseau squatting on the ground in a small dark corner drawing circles.He said quietly, "Don't...there's nothing to eat at the Pantheon...I'm still hungry..."

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"It's delicious~" Diderot looked at the messy table (ignoring the resentful two people on the other side of the table), and said contentedly, "I'm treating you to this meal~—waiter, pay the bill~~"

"Actually, you eat basically all of this meal... If you don't pay the bill, who will buy it..." Montesquieu thought silently.

At this time, Voltaire stood up and said gracefully to the inexplicable waiter, "I'll pay the bill~"

"Didn't your money be completely spent in the Confucius Temple yesterday?!" Diderot was overwhelmed by Voltaire's generosity.

Mr. Voltaire gently raised the waiter's hand and kissed it very classically. "My dear lady, this is my respect, please accept it." (Speaking in broken Chinese)

The young waiter was very surprised and shy, but Voltaire took out a big bag of quick-frozen dumplings (leek flavor) and handed it to her!

"Uh...why are dumplings?..." Diderot was about to faint if the waiter didn't ask first.

"I heard that in your country with great etiquette, the world's first banknotes appeared in the Song Dynasty of your country, and it was called 'dumplings'4... Today, it is not a respect with ancient rituals..." Voltaire said eloquently. . (Speaking in poor Chinese)

"But..." Diderot said with a distorted face, "Why do I remember that banknotes are called 'Jiaozi' instead of 'Jiaozi'..."

In the midst of an embarrassing stalemate, Montesquieu quickly took out Diderot's wallet, handed the money to the bewildered waiter swiftly and gracefully with one hand, Pushing the polite Voltaire back to his seat with one hand, he said clearly to the waiter in the Chinese he only knew: "Thank you! Thank you! Goodbye! Goodbye!"

"That quick-frozen dumpling is a tip..." Diderot added helplessly in Chinese.

No one noticed that the little video camera was left off from the beginning, and it was placed on the side of the table with an excellent shooting angle.

In the satellite van at this time.

"It's finally proven!" D'Alembert looked at his own proof with satisfaction, completely oblivious to the disturbing disturbance on the screen in front of him.

"Uh, what is this?" He was suddenly attracted by the scene of the restaurant with a strange atmosphere on the screen, "It should be nothing...but it's all been broadcast..."

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1 "The Iron Warrior of Materialism: Diderot" This is an article introducing Diderot that the author saw in Baidu Tieba. I feel that the title is very good (hey), so I wrote it down.

2 Historically, Rousseau has been committed to being a botanist and has compiled an illustrated book of plants.The famous biologist Lamarck embarked on the path of biology under the guidance of Rousseau. (Today is still Lamarck's birthday~)

3 Historically, both Voltaire and Rousseau were vegetarians.

4 During the Northern Song Dynasty, the world's first banknote "Jiaozi" was born. (Of course not "dumplings" ==|||)

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