Jingteng Fanghua

Chapter 391 The Mannequin in the Window
Wu Bo seems to have seen the scenes of Liang Shanbo seeing off each other on the [-]th, making obeisance at the Caoqiao, saying goodbye at the Changting Pavilion, and being reluctant to part.

"Next, it's time for Zhu Yingtai to resist the marriage. Weeping at the grave, won't it scare her?" He quietly glanced at Michiko, who was listening intoxicated, for fear that the next performance would scare her.

Because Wang Qiang's performance was so vivid, the guests in the restaurant actually forgot to eat and listened intently to the sound of the piano.

Wang Qiang skipped Yingtai's anti-marriage, and went directly to the final graveyard.

Under the light and elegant sound of the piano, the subject of love reappears. Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai turn into a pair of butterflies, rejoicing among the flowers and flying freely, deducing the beauty of a pair of lovers who will never be separated.
Wang Qiang's performance led the guests to a mythical fairyland
Wu Bo thanked Wang Qiang for her "good intentions" and took the lead in applauding.

The people who were still immersed in the sound of the piano just woke up, and then expressed their love and respect for Wang Qiang with warm applause and whistles.

Michiko stood up excitedly, pulled Wu Bo and bowed to Wang Qiang, then couldn't help but hugged Wang Qiang, "Auntie, you are a great artist!"

"Mr. Plev, I'm leaving town and going to Paris."

"Did you dream about the Eiffel Tower and that man in the navy blue tunic again?"

"Yes, since I'm waiting here without any news, why don't you go and find it in my dreams. The day after tomorrow is Christmas, and I will appear under the Eiffel Tower on Christmas Eve."

"Why does it have to be Christmas Eve?"

"Because the scene in the dream seems to be at night, and the surrounding images seem to be the appearance of people on Christmas Eve."

"God bless, my friend, may you find your family this time!"

"Thank you! Kind PLEV! May God bless you!"

Wang Qiang dragged her suitcase and left the town.

She came to Paris again.

For Paris, she has an inexplicable sense of familiarity, just like some kind of psychological suggestion, she can't explain clearly, anyway, she always goes where she wants to go.

She just followed her feelings and walked to a small hotel with an acceptable price, and this hotel was not far from the Eiffel Tower, next to a music university.

The thought of seeing the lover and family she misses so much on Christmas Eve has always been difficult to calm her down.

She took out all the clothes and put them on the bed, trying them on one by one, but they were all unsatisfied.

She took out the wallet from her handbag, opened it, took out a photo inside, and looked at her young self in the photo.

In fact, she didn't have any impression of this photo.

She is pictured wearing a white wool tunic with a red wool scarf around her neck.

This is how she appeared in the dream.

She decided to go to the street to buy clothes and scarves tomorrow, so that her lover could see her and recognize her at a glance.

Early the next morning, she thought about it, and went straight to a street near the Champs Elysees. The clothes on that street were both fashionable and beautiful. It can be said that many of the clothes were imitations of those luxury brands.

There are also many world-renowned brand fashion stores, and the prices of clothing are also frighteningly expensive.

But Wang Qiang would not go into those stores to buy clothes.

She has her own goals, which are all small shops with high quality and low price.

Clothes depend on who wears them. Wearing ordinary clothes on her body will also give her the feeling of being a famous brand.

In this regard, she is still very confident!
The clothes from that year must have been lost. She looked around for a long time, but she didn't see a white wool coat she liked.

I saw a few white wool coats, but I didn't like the style or the length was not enough.
She walked around for most of the day, feeling extremely disappointed.

She was almost at the corner of the street without any hope.

Going out is the Champs Elysees Avenue, where the clothes are beyond her imagination.

My heart skipped a beat, I was extremely surprised!

In the window in front of him, a model wearing a white woolen coat and a big red woolen scarf around his neck is smiling and staring ahead, as if looking forward to something?
A deja vu demeanor.
After scrutinizing it carefully, a look of astonishment gradually spread into her eyes.

The smiling face with crooked eyebrows, especially the upturned corners of the mouth, draws the perfect mouth into a lovely arc, just like the self in the dream when he was young!

Wang Qiang felt incredible, and she excitedly walked towards the door of this high-end fashion store.

At this time, she didn't notice at all that the fashion store next to the Champs Elysees was one of the most well-known old brand stores in Japan.

"Welcome Madam!" A shopping guide lady opened the tall glass door.

The shopping guide lady speaks French, but the gesture of greeting people is Japanese etiquette.

"Miss, I want to see this white wool coat!" Wang Qiang pointed to the coat on the model and said in French.

"Madam, this coat is not for sale." The shopping guide said respectfully.

"Ah! Not for sale? What do you mean?" Wang Qiang was puzzled, "Aren't the clothes in the window for sale?"

"Ma'am, except for the clothes on this model, other clothes are for sale in the window."

"why?"

"This set of clothes was designed and sewn by our president himself. It is the signature of our Paris fashion store. The materials are very particular. It is the only one in the world. It matches the red scarf."

"Your president?"

"Yes, ma'am, please follow me!"

Wang Qiang followed the shopping guide lady and walked inside.

"Ma'am, please look!"

Wang Qiang has already seen it. There is a model stage in the center of the spacious store, and a life-size model is playing the piano on it.

The model was wearing a Chinese-style purple cheongsam, and looked more mature and charming than the model in the window.

The first thing that attracted Wang Qiang was not the model's face, but a light purple rose flower embroidered on the chest of the cheongsam. The stamen of the rose flower was embroidered with silver thread, which played a finishing role for the whole flower. It's so beautiful.

Wang Qiang's focus is not on the beauty of flowers, but on the flowers themselves.

Because there is such a rose flower on each of her clothes, the shape is exactly the same, but the color and size of the flower and stamen are different.

If she took off her coat, the shopping guide would definitely see such a rose flower embroidered under the neckline of the cheongsam she was wearing.

The piano is real, but the model is a sculpture, but the expression is quite vivid, no matter how you look at it, you look like yourself when you were young.

She took out the wallet from her bag, opened it, and looked at the photos in the folder.

She looked very young in the photo, exactly like the model in the window.

The shopping guide girl who was standing next to her curiously looked over her head, and when she saw the photo in the wallet, she couldn't help being very surprised, "Ma'am, this is? It's exactly the same as the model in our window! This dress... this scarf... can't be How about you, madam?"

(End of this chapter)