pianist from the sea

Chapter 194 City of Romance?City of Thieves!
Paris Syndrome (Paris Syndrome, Japanese: パリ Syndrome) or Paris Syndrome, originally just refers to the disappointment of Japanese people after actually going to Paris, so that they fall into a state of collapse and disorder. The post-French got a lot of culture shock, eventually shattered.

At the same time, there is also a mental state that is full of beautiful fantasies about it, but is ruthlessly broken by reality later on.

This is how Fu Tiao feels about Paris at this moment.

It never occurred to him that just as he got off the train from Brussels to Paris, someone snatched the girl who was traveling with him in front of him.

Looking at the black figure who can run so fast that he can even be a stuntman or a parkour athlete, Fu Tiao somehow felt a little disillusioned.

Although his imagination of Paris is not as beautiful as those of others, there is still a little bit of fantasy in it.

After all, Paris has produced so many top artists and musicians, and it is called the capital of romance by countless people. During the discussion with Zhao Chengzhen before, Zhao Chengzhen also discussed with him about Paris.

At that time, Chopin was developed in Paris. As the most expensive family private music teacher in Paris, his reputation in Paris almost reached its peak. All the celebrities and nobles have heard of such a handsome man who can play the piano well. handsome guy.

He also experienced countless wonderful evenings with many local ladies.

At that time, what Fu Tiao thought was just one thing, Paris is worthy of being the capital of romance, and the things that happened in Paris were too explosive, right?It sounds very interesting, which also made Fu Diao look forward to the scene in Paris when he was in Brussels.

In the end, who would have thought that Paris would be in such a mess.

Robbery in the street!Surprisingly, the people around him are accustomed to the appearance, and even their expressions don't move at all!

This is too outrageous, right?

Only the girl who came with him from Brussels to Paris was still screaming, but her voice became weaker and weaker, and finally she was extremely low and silent.

She also found out very clearly that no one seemed to care about robbery in Paris.

After Fu Diao grabbed his bag tightly and got off the train, the two of them stayed on the platform for about 10 minutes. Finally, some of them were wearing bulletproof vests with their hands on their chests, pistols on their waists or hanging on their chests. A policeman with a submachine gun came over and stopped in front of them.

After several policemen glanced at each other, the female policeman among them sighed, took two steps forward, and spoke to Fu Tiao and the girl in English.

"Sir, ma'am, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Her bag was robbed just now. She seems to be a black man, wearing only long pants and short sleeves. She has a relatively strong body and strong athletic ability."

After the girl struggled for a long time and couldn't tell what was going on, Fu Tiao could only sigh helplessly, and said to the policemen, "I only saw these, as for what was in the package she was robbed, I don't know." .”

"Oh, so, ma'am, do you have anything to add?" The policewoman nodded thoughtfully, took out her notebook to record it, and asked the girl who was traveling with Fu Tiao: " If there is nothing to add, I will help you file the case first, and will notify you if there is any news."

"what……"

The girl raised her head, glanced at the police surrounded in front of her and Fu Tiao beside her, shook her head slightly, rubbed her own head, calmed herself down, and spoke in French.

"Hi police officers, I would like to add my missing items. I only have some music scores in my package. My ID card and wallet are all in my luggage. The price of these scores is not too high. There are five scores in total, namely Liszt's "Bell", Beethoven's "Passionate", Beethoven's "Moonlight", Chopin's "First Piano Ballad" and Kapustin's "Concert Etudes". The purchase price is about It's more than one hundred euros, less than 150 euros, but the value of my package is very high..."

"Well, the score is written down, what about your package? How much is your package worth?"

"That bag is [-] euros, it belongs to Louis Whetton, this bag was passed down to me by my grandmother, because it looks more old-fashioned, so I just use it habitually to pack music scores..."

She couldn't help sighing when she said this, who would have thought that such an old-fashioned bag could be snatched by someone.

But the thief might have a mentality of opening the package after he robbed it, right?There was not a penny in the package, it was all music scores.

Who would have thought that a woman's handbag could contain sheet music?
After the policeman registered again, he nodded and said: "Okay, this way, you take out your ID card and register it with us, as well as your personal contact information. If we find your package or your lost items, we will notify you."

"OK……"

The girl nodded with a bitter face. After hearing this sentence, she basically stopped thinking about it, and felt that she could only go back and buy a few more sheet music.

In fact, the price of the sheet music is not bad. A sheet of sheet music is tens of euros, but the most important thing about sheet music is the marks on it. This value is much higher than other values.

However, when she turned her head and flipped through her package, the expression on her face changed again, from being calm at the beginning, to gradually becoming red, and then turning black again.

She found that her travel bag was secretly scratched and pulled a small hole, and her wallet and personal identity documents in it had long since disappeared, that is, some of her personal clothes were still there.

But looking at the situation, she felt that she might also be missing a few pieces of clothing.

How long has this been out?It was first robbed and then stolen.

Is this place really Paris, known as the capital of romance?
For a while, her expression gradually became more painful, and she hugged her head with both hands, not wanting to say a word.

What are you kidding, why did you make it like this?

And the policemen who were about to register saw her expression change, and instantly understood something. After looking at each other again, they shrugged.

"Okay, I probably know what kind of situation you are in now. Do you have any other identification? If not, you can first write down your phone number, email address, name, age, height and pupil color here The information on these ID cards, if we find your package, we will send you a message."

"so be it……"

After the girl wrote down her name on the notice with a little despair, she sighed, packed the package again, made sure that it would not fall off while walking, and then spread her hands helplessly at Fu Tiao.

"Sorry, Mr. Fu, I told you to read a joke."

"How should I put it, I feel that I have opened my eyes to Paris..."

Fu Tiao was also helpless.

The two of them obviously sat there without moving much. Who would have imagined that someone would cut off her purse and steal it out.

This is too outrageous, right?

The policemen seemed to be used to this kind of operation, and they didn't say much. After registering, they gave her a note and left directly. Someone seemed to be robbed in the distance.

After watching the policemen leave, Fu Tiao thought for a while, and couldn't help but ask, "By the way...why didn't you go to them for surveillance?"

"Surveillance? What surveillance?" The girl looked bewildered, raised her head and thought for a while, then suddenly realized, and immediately waved her hand: "Sorry, Mr. Fu, I don't know that you may come from Huaguo, we don't have surveillance here, especially It is such a large public place, basically there is no monitoring..."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because of personal privacy." Although the girl was still immersed in the heaviness of being robbed first and then stolen, she still explained to Fu Tiao: "It was there before, but the problem of personal privacy has become more and more serious, so I just It was dismantled, and all the surveillance cameras left behind were also labeled with warning signs. If there were no warning signs, the surveillance would not be recognized, and now there are still surveillance in some banks..."

"Well... so how do these policemen deal with your problem?"

"These are probably combined cases. If my wallet is found later, I will be called. At the same time, the thief will also be counted as a crime. If it is not found, there is no way." She said. As he spoke, he shook his head involuntarily, and then added to Fu Tiao.

"Oh, by the way, Teacher Fu, if you encounter such a problem, you must call the police. No matter what, please remember to call the police! Because if you don't call the police, those thieves can't find the owner of the things they robbed. Stealing! So even if you can get a heavier punishment for them, you must remember to call the police!"

"Forehead……"

Fu Tiao didn't know what to say for a while, he could only say that everyone has his own ambitions.

Fu Tiao shook his head, touched the wallet in his pocket, and heaved a sigh of relief when he found it was still there, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

The phone was connected quickly, and a familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Bonjour, Fu Tiao! Are you in Paris now?"

"Yes, just landed."

"Okay, I happen to be near Central Station in Paris, just wait a moment, I'll be right here."

After finishing speaking, the phone was hung up, and Fu Tiao also put away the phone, looking around with a little vigilance.

After what happened to the girl just now, he somehow developed some PTSD. He always felt that there might be a thief inexplicably appearing in the people around him and stealing his wallet.

He is different from these people. He does not have much money on him. Deutsche Grammophon has not paid him for his tour this month. If his wallet is stolen before the settlement, then he may be real Gotta drink the northwest wind.

The girl came out of the pain very quickly. She looked at Fu Tiao, hesitated a little, and then asked curiously, "Mr. Fu, who did you call just now?"

"An acquaintance."

Fu Tiao put the schoolbag on his chest, sat beside her, and said casually, "A person who happened to have lived in Paris for a few years, because he had communicated with him before and was familiar with him, so I called him."

"Is that so..."

The girl didn't hear any information, just nodded, and couldn't help complaining to Fu Tiao: "Mr. Fu, you may not know that I am from Mengsi. Do you know Mengsi?"

"Mons?" Fu Tiao recalled his memory, and found that he was obviously not clear about these place names, so he couldn't help shaking his head: "I don't know."

"Mons is the hometown of Gilly Pinchois, one of the three masters of the cultural renaissance. It belongs to the French-speaking area. Although the geographical location here belongs to Belgium, compared with Belgium, everyone prefers France." She slowly introduced, Then he uttered a sentence that Fu Tiao shocked heaven and man.

"Did you know? I lost my virginity in 20 years in Mons, but I lost my wallet in one day in Paris!"

Fu Tiao didn't know what to say, so he could only add, "There's still a score..."

"Yes! And the sheet music!"

She gritted her teeth and said: "I told my mentor that I can't come to Paris. Paris is not a romantic city at all, but a damned city of thieves and robbers. He refused to listen and insisted on coming to Paris to communicate I’ve been in Mons for 20 years, even if I add the years in Brussels, I’ve only lost my virginity, which is not as much as I lost in one day in Paris! This place really sucks!”

"Yes! I agree! The city of Paris really sucks!"

Before Fu Tiao said anything, a familiar voice sounded beside him, but he spoke French, which Fu Tiao didn't understand.

He turned his head and found a very familiar figure coming out from the crowd. He smiled at Fu Tiao, stretched out his hand and said, "Bonjour, Fu Tiao, long time no see."

"Zhao Chengzhen, long time no see."

Seeing that the stone in the heart of this familiar person finally fell, Fu Tiao got up and held his hand, and said with a wry smile, "You're finally here. This Paris is really scary."

"What's the matter? You won't be robbed just after you came here, right?" Zhao Chengzhen had just walked over, but she didn't expect Fu Tiao to say that, her eyes widened, and she hesitated: "Although I always agree that Paris is a rotten city, But I was robbed only once in Paris for so long, and it was after I settled down in Paris completely."

"As you guessed, we were robbed right after we came here. We were even slashed with a knife and our wallet was stolen, but it wasn't me, it was this student from the piano department of the Royal Academy of Music in Brussels."

"what?"

Zhao Chengzhen was dumbfounded after hearing this. He never expected that there would be such unlucky people. He couldn't help but look at the girl beside him with sympathetic eyes, and said helplessly, "Well, let me explain to you, that is, not all of Paris is beautiful. It belongs to the bad guys, after all, this is a big international city, you must know that there are mixed fish and dragons in this city, I..."

After all, he felt something was wrong, and stretched out his hand to pat it back. A black man holding a utility knife immediately ran back with his hands covered, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

And this person just now looked like a passerby, looking at the map with his mobile phone, looking up for the car, it is impossible to tell that he is trying to steal.

The passers-by around are still as usual.

Looking at the black man in the distance, Zhao Chengzhen could only swallow her saliva. She couldn't say what she wanted to explain to Paris just now. She shook her hand there for a long time, trying to explain something, but finally gave up.

"Okay, let me fart just now, I agree with you, Paris is a terrible city, but I think it's better for us to leave this damn train station earlier, the level of clutter in this train station, I even think it is better To Frankfurt, Germany!"

After all, Zhao Chengzhen covered her pocket like Fu Tiao, and gave them a wink, telling them to follow her to the outside.

At this moment, the girl recovered from her shock and said in shock, "Zhao Chengzhen!! Are you Zhao Chengzhen? Zhao Chengzhen from Chopin International Piano Competition No.2? Zhao Chengzhen from Rubinstein International Piano Competition No.3 ? Zhao Chengzhen, No.3 of the Tchaikovsky International Piano Competition?"

"Yes, I am Zhao Chengzhen, that's right, but can you tell me about my champion? Can you stop talking about my second No.3, I know I lost to Fu Tiao, but please, don't said."

Zhao Chengzhen couldn't help but staggered after hearing this, frowned and looked at the girl who was still a little out of her wits and said, "You can say it, but can you not expose my scars?"

"Ah, okay, sorry... but Zhao! I'm your fan, ah no, Mr. Fu, I'm sorry, I don't mean I'm not your fan, I mean..."

The girl didn't know what to say now, she never thought that Zhao Chengzhen would appear in front of her.

The Royal Conservatoire of Brussels and the Conservatory of Music in Paris actually have a relatively friendly relationship, and the two sides communicate very frequently, so she also knows Zhao Chengzhen's name, but she is still in a state of only hearing his name but not seeing him.

Almost all the people in the piano department of both parties are fans of Zhao Chengzhen, and they became fans of Zhao Chengzhen much earlier than they knew Fu Diao.

And she never thought that she could meet Zhao Chengzhen in Paris, the discomfort in her heart almost disappeared for a while, and she even felt that she lost her wallet well.

As the saying goes, you can lose your horse and you will know that you are not a blessing. Who can understand this feeling when you lose your wallet but meet your idol.

Especially when Zhao Chengzhen asked Fu Tiao and the three of her to find a French restaurant for dinner at night, she even felt like she was about to fly.

However, just as the three of them were about to walk out of the station in Paris, the sound of a piano suddenly came from the ears of the three of them.

It's not a very popular piano track, but it seems to have a bit of a classical feel in it.

Fu Tiao hadn't heard this piece before, but the two people around him immediately realized it.

"Sound and picture of Rachmaninoff?"

Zhao Chengzhen's expression changed slightly, and he said casually: "This person's strength is not bad, is it the street piano at this train station? Fu, do you want to go and have a look? Paris street piano culture is also a good point in the art field .”

"Well, yes."

Fu Tiao nodded, and the three of them walked towards the direction where the music was coming from near the exit. Before they had gone far, they found that there were already crowds of onlookers, many of whom were watching their phones and recording pictures.

Seeing so many people, Zhao Chengzhen suddenly became interested, and asked Fu Tiao, "Fu Tiao, do you want to compare?"

"Compare? Compared with what?"

"It's more than...who attracts more viewers?"

　According to a joint survey by Tokyo University of Foreign Studies and Orleans University, there is also a disease called "Reverse Paris Syndrome".It refers to a group of people who have never been to Paris. When they see derogatory remarks about Paris on the Internet, they feel that the architecture, romance, and food in Paris are deceptive illusions marketed by the media. Arrogant plot.

　　All French plots are fictitious, what kind of image is France in particular, I suggest you go and see for yourself

　　
　
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