Counterattack 1988

Chapter 972 Goodbye is not a friend
Wang Lin said to Sister Lin and the others: "Sit down first, I'll come as soon as I go."

Sister Lin and the others ignored him and sat down to watch the catwalk.

Leno brought Wang Lin to Sophie Marceau.

Sophie Marceau followed a man in his mid-fifties with graying hair and a shaved face, but the short stubble was still visible.

Leno laughed softly: "That's Sophie's boyfriend. They have been together for several years, but they have never been married."

"Why don't you get married?" Wang Lin stared at Sophie and asked Leinuo, "A man has a family?"

"Oh, I don't know about that. Everyone has their own way of life, and we have no right to interfere."

While talking, they walked up to Sophie.

Sophie was chatting with other people, so she didn't notice Wang Lin walking from the side.

"Hey! Sophie!" Leno greeted loudly, afraid that the other party could not hear.

Sophie was wearing a beautiful dress with off shoulders, revealing her snowy skin like jade.

Women's clothes in summer and autumn, and such an important fashion week, this is a good opportunity for celebrities to show their faces.Of course, the women's clothes should show their skin, some show their belly, some show their legs, some show their shoulders.

It is also very difficult to wear a one-shoulder item in a wonderful way. Some people wear it out to be a goddess, while others wear it out to become a woman.

Sophie has a slender figure with deep shoulder sockets, making people think, especially noble and elegant.

Hearing someone calling herself, Sophie turned around.

Leno opened his arms and hugged Sophie: "Long time no see, Sophie, did your clothes look good last time?"

"Very good." Sophie and Leno gently pressed their faces together.

Lainuo let go of Sophie and introduced Wang Lin to her.

Wang Lin paid attention to the change of Sophie's face.

Sophie smiled slightly: "Hi, Mr. Wang Lin, nice to meet you."

Wang Lin was a little astonished, because the other party's expression was not any different.

Did I really have a spring dream last night?

Or did he meet a woman who looked similar to Sophie?

Is there really such a similar person in the world?
Sophie also hugged Wang Lin and kissed her face lightly.

Wang Lin whispered in her ear: "Miss Sophie, do you still remember what happened last night? Or, do you remember the agreement we made when we parted at noon?"

Sophie let go of him, and didn't answer his question, as if she didn't hear it.

Wang Lin thought to himself, if she really came to the show, then you deserve to be a good actor.

Whether it was because he had identified the wrong person, or the other party was unwilling to admit the romantic night last night, Wang Lin felt that there was no need to pester the other party.

He said politely to Leno, and then returned to his seat.

Sister Lin asked: "That woman is so beautiful and has a good face value, is she an actress?"

"Yes, her name is Sophie Marceau, and she is a French star."

"No wonder, the way she walks, it looks like she is well-trained."

Li Wenjuan said: "The person next to her is her father, right? Foreign stars come out to watch catwalks, and they still need their father to accompany them?"

Wang Lin said with a speechless smile, "Don't talk nonsense, that's her boyfriend."

"Huh? Such an old boyfriend? He must be in his fifties or sixties?"

"En!" Wang Lin said, "I have the ability to find such a young and beautiful girlfriend."

"Oh my god! It's unbelievable! If such a thing is placed in the country, the woman will not be scolded to death?"

Wang Lin thought to himself, the people of the country will soon get used to such things!

If the relationship is strong, the distance is not a problem, nor is the age.

Love is so wonderful.

Such things as love between young and old are not well accepted in China, but it is not impossible.

The fashion show in the afternoon opened Wang Lin's eyes and feasted his eyes.

It was a swimsuit show!

Li Wenjuan's pretty face became hot when she saw it: "Brother-in-law, can this kind of clothes also be worn on the catwalk?"

Wang Lin said with a smile: "This is a swimsuit, you can wear it in a public swimming pool, and you can also wear it on the beach. Why can't you go to the catwalk?"

Sister Lin said: "This is a bikini style, it's not too revealing."

Li Wenjuan said: "Isn't that a cheap man? No wonder so many men came to see the catwalk show. Look at the eyes of those men, and you can't bear to blink."

Wang Lin touched his chin in embarrassment.

Because he is also the man who can't bear to blink.

The models are in great shape!
Not to mention men, even women will be envious when they see it.

The previous fashion shows couldn't fully show the beautiful figures of the models, but the swimsuit show can show them their good figures in all directions and three-dimensionally.

Li Wenjuan asked Bai Lan, "Do you dare to let you perform such a show?"

Bai Lan blushed shyly: "I don't know."

Wang Lindao: "Why don't you dare? The more confident you are, the more beautiful you are! Bai Lan, you have to have confidence in your figure."

Bai Lan replied shyly: "Mr. Wang, I have confidence in my figure, but I feel very awkward. When others look at me, I feel like I have no clothes on. It's almost deadly."

Wang Lin was speechless.

This is still a model!
Wouldn't it be even more unacceptable for ordinary people?

Wang Lin didn't expect that it will be 1992 soon, models still have such a concept?
It seems that it is really necessary to bring them out to gain knowledge.

The exquisite swimsuits constantly displayed on the stage are so beautiful that they are simply a visual feast.

Women's swimsuit design is actually relatively conservative, much more conservative than underwear shows.

In the design style of bikinis or skirts, there are still many places where the skin is exposed, but it can also be seen too much, with a feeling of half-covering and half-exposing.

But Bai Lan and the others couldn't even accept this kind of bikini, let alone the underwear show.

Li Wenjuan also told Wang Lin last time that Xiuzhilin could develop a sub-brand of underwear.

Wang Lin also agreed with this.

The proportion of underwear in the textile industry is very important.

The global underwear market has 4500 billion US dollars, and the Chinese market has 4000 billion yuan.

However, underwear in this era is still a relatively private thing for women all over the world.

Places like catwalks are, at best, swimwear shows, and no one goes to underwear shows yet.

Even the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show, which became popular all over the world in later generations, had to wait until 1995 to usher in the first show.

That is to say, from that time on, underwear is no longer a bondage, it represents beauty, fashion, health and freedom.

Domestic bra development has gone through a long stage.

The deep clothes in the Qin Dynasty, the Baofu in the Han Dynasty, the Liangdang in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the scorpion in the Tang Dynasty, the tube top in the Song Dynasty, the main waist in the Ming Dynasty, the bellyband in the Qing Dynasty, and the small vest in the Republic of China.

The bra in the modern sense is said to have been invented by French designer Paul Poiret in 1907.

The world's bra history has also experienced a period of one hundred years of development. It was not until 1990 that there was a bra that raised and gathered the chest.

This is also the reason why Wang Lin has not developed an underwear brand for a long time.

For domestic women, accepting the concept of modern bras is the same as accepting sanitary napkins, and there must be a process of adaptation.

The swimsuit show is still going on, and Wang Lin's blood is surging!

During the interval between watching the show, he occasionally glanced at it, and seemed to feel a gaze staring at him.

But when he looked back, he only saw a mass of black heads.

After the show, Wang Lin, sister Lin and others went out for dinner.

"Brother-in-law, are you not going out tonight? If you go out, I must follow you! Otherwise, you will stay out at night again." Li Wenjuan laughed.

Wang Lin said: "Don't go out! In fact, there is nothing interesting in bars."

After dinner, Wang Lin and the others went shopping nearby.

The Champs Elysees Avenue in Paris is located on the central axis connecting the Louvre Museum and the new Arc de Triomphe. It is also known as the Arc de Triomphe Avenue.

The first time Wang Lin knew about this street was in the famous books in the world.

Many novels about the 18th and 19th centuries, such as "The Count of Monte Cristo" by Alexandre Dumas, "La Traviata" by Alexandre Dumas, and "Old Man Goriot" by Balzac, have described the prosperity of the Champs Elysees Avenue. The Champs-Elysées also became a haven of entertainment for the aristocrats and the emerging bourgeoisie in literature.

It was the first time he came to this street, but his feelings were mixed.

This commercial street is more prosperous than he imagined, but it doesn't have the feeling he imagined.

After more than [-] years of development, the Champs Elysees has become modernized and fashionable, without the classical style described in famous books.

Reinforced concrete whitewashed everything into the same look.

However, as a commercial street, the Champs Elysees is still worth a visit, as the famous LV head office is on this avenue.

Li Wenjuan bought a good luxury bag in Xiangjiang last time. She is a contented person, so she doesn't ask for more.

Sister Lin doesn't have any rigid demands on these luxuries.

When they pass the LV building, they don't go in for a stroll.

When we got back to the hotel, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

It was too late, and Wang Lin stopped talking to his family members.

After taking a shower, he came to the balcony to sit and enjoy the bustling night view of the city.

A few white pigeons flew over with fluttering wings.

"Wow, so many pigeons!" Li Wenjuan was also watching the night scene on the balcony next to her.

"Wenjuan, are you still awake?" Wang Lin asked with a smile.

"Brother-in-law, shall we feed the pigeons tomorrow?"

"Feed the pigeons? What's there to feed?"

"I heard people say that there are a lot of pigeons on the square in Paris, which is very interesting. When people run over, a large group of pigeons will all run away. It's so beautiful!"

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Do you think pigeons are so beautiful? Actually, they are not beautiful at all."

"Why?" Li Wenjuan asked puzzled.

Wang Lindao: "A bird with a small brain like a pigeon is not smart enough to find a toilet, so the white and green sticky object may hit you right at any time!"

"Ah?" Li Wenjuan was taken aback, "That's right, there are so many birds, each bird only needs to soak once, isn't the bird droppings scary?"

Wang Lindao: "If you look carefully during the day, you will find that Paris, a city full of ancient monuments, is actually full of pigeon droppings."

"What should I do?"

"How can Parisians bear to be covered in pigeon droppings? So, cleaning all kinds of sculptures and facades has become a daily routine."

Wang Lin was right. The war between Parisians and pigeons has never stopped.

It's not just a dirty problem, in addition, pigeons can also spread diseases and bring a lot of unnecessary troubles to citizens.

Think about it, the life of shoveling shit every day is indeed a bit clogged.

The Parisians also tried their best to get along with the pigeons peacefully.

In the end, the Parisians turned their plan of action to the breeders.

It is probably because there are people feeding everywhere, so the pigeons will run around and live in no fixed place.Therefore, the Municipal Administration of Paris proposed that if someone feeds the pigeons casually, a fine of 68 euros will be imposed!
Of course, this provision had not yet been issued when Wang Lin and the others traveled to Paris.

Tourists at this time really like to go to the square to feed pigeons.

After watching the catwalk the next afternoon, Li Wenjuan must take Wang Lin to the square to feed the pigeons.

At [-]:[-] p.m., the shining Seine River in the afterglow of the setting sun, the tower standing proudly in the distance, the pigeons flying past, and the lovers kissing sweetly, these are probably the most obvious and basic elements that make up a romantic city Bar.

In the hearts of most people, feeding pigeons in their spare time fits perfectly with the tone of Paris, a city of literature and art.

Just imagining the picture of pigeons around me makes me want to go around in circles.

Behind the beautiful imagination, there has always been a fatal blow from reality.

Don't worry, things are like this, and they never fail.

In Paris, there are pigeons everywhere, there is the horror of flying over the sky, there is also the intensive phobia of scrambling for food, and there are pigeons everywhere occupying the territory, taking away the human territory.

The main culprit in roof pollution is also pigeons.

When Wang Lin and the others came for a stroll before, they only saw the bright side. Now that they took a closer look, they found that there were pollutants everywhere.

And the aerial attacks of pigeon poo are even more commonplace.

Pigeon doesn't care what kind of person you are, a lump of poop will come down straight away.

Wang Lin and the others wanted to sit on a chair, but they found that the chair was full of pigeon poo.

Li Wenjuan was in high spirits, and bought a few baguettes, but didn't eat them, just to feed the pigeons.

She kneaded the baguette, crushed it, and threw it on the ground.

The pigeons smelled the fragrance and immediately swooped over.

A large flock of pigeons, covering the sky and covering the earth, clattering, it is truly spectacular.

Just looking at this moment, it is really beautiful!

Wang Lin specially brought a photo with him to help Li Wenjuan record this rare scene.

Li Wenjuan was wearing a dress, with long hair hanging down, and she was holding noodles and scattering them to the sky.

A flock of pigeons rushed over and scrambled for food around her.

Wang Lin pressed the shutter to record this rare scene.

Sister Lin laughed softly, "Isn't this too beautiful?"

Wang Lindao: "You go to spread the food too, I'll take a picture for you."

Li Wenjuan suddenly groaned and let out a scream.

Wang Lin put down the camera and asked, "What's wrong? Wenjuan?"

Li Wenjuan covered her face with her hands and cried, "Brother-in-law, save me!"

Wang Lin was startled, thinking that her eyes had been pecked by pigeons!
"Wenjuan!" Wang Lin hurried over, hugged her, and snatched her out of the group of pigeons.

(End of this chapter)