travel starts with photography

Chapter 219 You are really welcome

This square is very lively, many people have already collected their umbrellas and are walking on the circular steps of the square.

Chen Xing also put away his umbrella.

He looked up at the sky and stretched out his hand to feel if there were any raindrops.

I always feel that there is still drizzle in the air, but I really can't feel anything, only the thick water color in the air and the wet square marble floor make the whole environment filled with a cool tone.

Chen Xing is standing at the entrance of the square. Both sides of him are circular, and there are stairs going down. The stairs are very long. You can say that he is the stairs going down, or it can be said that he is the seat for viewing the front stage.

This kind of seats occupies more than half of the circular square, and then there is a stage in front of it, and a monument-like thing behind the stage.

Like a monument, but also like the Arc de Triomphe in Paris.

Very Roman style.

This square reminded Chen Xing of the Roman Theater.

Stone buildings last longer than wooden buildings. Over the past thousand years, at most, the carvings on them have been eroded by time and wind. As long as there is no war, such a square can exist for almost another 1000 years.

No one can advance the war to France before France surrenders.

That's why there are so many ancient buildings in France.

In addition to people, there are many pigeons here. There are people selling corn and bread next to Chen Xing, and there are many street performers performing in front of them.

Foreign street performers feel quite profitable.

The felt hat of the street singer approached by Chen Xing was already full of euros, and a lot of money was in various colors. The singer probably sang so hard because of this.

The song is classic.

Casablanca.

This is a song decades ago, and its popularity is world-class, and anyone in the English-speaking area or who likes to listen to English has heard it.

The literal translation of the name is also very nice.

Casablanca.

During the interlude of the song, the singer also played the guitar while dancing a simple dance. The dance moves are very handsome in Latin dance.

"A kiss is meaningless without your sigh."

"Please come back to Casablanca and find me."

"As time goes by, I love you more and more every day..."

At the end of a song, a dozen people standing around applauded together, making the surrounding pigeons look up at the same time, it seems that they can also hear the sound.

The generosity of those with spare change added to the already overflowing euros.

Chen Xing also gave some change.

Street performers rely on this money to make a living. If everyone who listens to him sings for nothing, then the final result can only be that the singer will change his line and never sing again. Five euros is equivalent to Chen Xing's support for him.

Went to a booth to buy hot dogs, Chen Xing found a dry place and sat down.

The height of the stairs is just right for sitting down. It seems that the square was definitely used as a stage in the past, and these steps are the seats.

As soon as Chen Xing sat down, several white pigeons surrounded him.

"Ah... I don't have anything for you guys, do you want hot dogs too?"

The pigeon cooed.

Of course they didn't understand what Chen Xing was talking about, they just instinctively felt that this creature was very close and not dangerous.

"Really?" Chen Xing asked again.

Then he fed the first pigeon with a bit of hot dog bread with his fingernails, but Chen Xing soon found out that this was not good. As he started to feed himself, more pigeons were gathering at Chen Xing's feet.

Just when Chen Xing didn't know what to do, all of the pigeons flew up suddenly.

Not only those around Chen Xing, but even the pigeons on the edge of the circular steps [-] meters away flew up. The white pigeons in the whole square were like shrinking balls, and they flew towards the monument in front of the square collectively. But there are only places where the monument can stand. Half of the pigeons stop, and the other half of the pigeons can only continue to fly.

They flew around the monument, and then expanded to fly over the heads of countless tourists.

Round and round and round and round.

It seems to be performing a waltz, and amidst the exclamation of tourists, it seems that some kind of piano music appears.

So tidy!
Many pigeons dropped out of the team halfway, and then stopped and returned to normal. The first few pigeons were the worst. They flew for a long time. When they saw that there were no companions around, they remembered to rest and fell to the ground to preen their feathers.

Chen Xing subconsciously went to find the camera.

But he soon remembered that he had his own camera, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

If this scene hadn't been recorded, it would be meaningless to come to Rouen this time, and I would have to slap myself twice when I go back.

Sitting down again, Chen Xing has learned a lot now, he can only eat food by himself, and can't feed these pigeons.Otherwise, there will be a large group again at that time, and I don't know if there will be the scene just now to save myself again.

Eating the hot dog with his right hand, Chen Xing stretched out the index finger of his left hand.

He whistled.

Bai Grid, who was still preening his feathers, looked at Chen Xing, stared at Chen Xing's hand for a while, and then really jumped up with flapping wings as Chen Xing thought in his heart, and grabbed Chen Xing's hand.

Tsk...it hurts a bit.

But it feels kind of weird.

There were other tourists beside Chen Xing. When they saw a pigeon standing on Chen Xing's hand, they came over and asked, "What? How did you do it, handsome guy?"

These pigeons will only eat what is in your hand and will never go near anyone else.

The only way to get close to them is to put your fists on the ground, so that the surrounding pigeons think that you are holding food in your hands, and they will come by themselves, just to eat something.

"I don't know either." Chen Xing said.

He held something in his right hand, so he touched the pigeon's head with the back of his hand, but it didn't fly away. The female tourist who asked Chen Xing just now wanted to reach out and touch it, but the frightened little guy stepped on it. Chen Xing's fingers quickly flew away.

"Why!!!" The female tourist broke down a bit.

The girlfriends around her quickly comforted her.

Everyone else can touch the pigeon, why can't she touch it?
Chen Xing said that he was helpless and slipped away quickly.

There are many food trucks on the street next to the square, selling pizza and burgers. Summer is coming, and there are quite a lot of ice cream trucks.He originally wanted to go directly to the Joan of Arc Church, but he spent two hours shopping on this street.

But when he came to the Church of St. Joan of Arc, he realized what it meant to be famous rather than meet.

This is just a typical Protestant church, the interior is ordinary, but the shape is very unique.

He originally thought that this place should be a popular attraction, Joan of Arc is so famous, there should be no one in China who loves to play games and read books, but it turned out to be an unpopular attraction with few tourists.

Compared with Rouen Cathedral, it is far worse.

I stayed here for one day, and Chen Xing took the train to Paris on Sunday afternoon.

…………

"Brother is back!"

Chen Xing opened the door with the key and said, but it turned out that the landlady took a look at Chen Xing, and then went to read the newspaper with his reading glasses. Aunt Lizi said very face-saving: "Welcome, welcome, you went to Giverny, how do you feel?"

Chen Xing suddenly thought of his inspiration.

"I like it beyond imagination, the feeling of being surrounded by flowers."

After he finished speaking, he ran upstairs.

It's a good thing I didn't remember it, but as soon as Aunt Lizi reminded him, Chen Xing really wanted to pick up the brush and start drawing immediately.

On the third floor, Chen Xing knocked on the door.

"Hedwig, hello? Hedwig."

Hedwig opened the door for a sneak peek in a set of white pajamas, and then asked, "What's wrong?"

"Can I borrow your easel?"

"what?"

"I want to paint, can I borrow your easel?"

Hedwig still didn't understand why Chen Xing, who studied photography, suddenly fell in love with painting?Do you want to change majors after two days of playing?
But since Chen Xing wants to borrow...

"Okay," she said.

She wanted to help Chen Xing take it out, but as soon as she turned her head, Chen Xing came in, which startled Hedwig.

Chen Xing looked at her room.

This time it was very clean, there was nothing else on the bed, the quilt was lifted, and there was a book next to it. Although it was still dark, the lamp on the bedside table was still on.

"Thank you." Chen Xing said, "Can I just draw here with you? I guess I still have something to ask you for advice."

"This, is it okay?"

Knowing her temper, Chen Xing said with a smile, "If you don't want to, just refuse."

But Chen Xing had already sat down.

Hedwig felt helpless for a while.

But it's strange that Chen Xing didn't find him annoying.

There were several easels in Hedwig's room, and two of them had paintings on them. Chen Xing didn't move them. He found an empty one and asked, "Is there a new canvas?"

"Don't be so troublesome, just shovel out what I drew during practice."

She found a small shovel and shoveled off the paint on a painting, and the paint scum fell all over the floor.

This is the disadvantage of having the studio and the bedroom in one place. It is impossible to clean them up, and the smell of paint will always exist. People who love to clean will not take care of it often over time.

Only once in a while when I can't bear to watch it, I clean it up once in a while.

Chen Xing didn't know much about the preparation and post-production of oil painting. He could only watch Hedwig's busy work. The extremely conservative white long skirt pajamas couldn't cover her figure. Chen Xing took a few glances before finally shifting his gaze to her draw on.

We're all adults now, and it's okay for adults to watch things that adults should watch.

But if you have thoughts about your roommate, wouldn't it be embarrassing to meet often in the future?

Unless you have a serious relationship.

Chen Xing looked at Hedwig's painting.

Hedwig studied classical oil painting, but the modern classical oil painting method is different from that of hundreds of years ago. In one of her paintings, a woman stepped out of the subway and looked at the painting.

The other one looks like a prom?
During the dance, a man was lying on the table drunk, and people were also looking at him.

Standing in front of the painting always feels like people are watching you.

But it's not that kind of weird feeling, at least Chen Xing thinks it's real, just like his own memory once surfaced.

"Okay." Hedwig said.

Chen Xing took out the draft he had drawn, sat on the chair and recalled the picture at that time, and gradually that feeling came back, that kind of creative desire that is difficult to describe.Driven by this feeling, Chen Xing used Hedwig's paint again.

He's also...you're welcome.

She was sitting on the bed, but she couldn't read the book anymore, so she kept staring at Chen Xing's painting.

The speed of creation is so fast.

However, the turning point of the lines is a bit stiff, and the technique is not bad. Hey, how did you draw this?

Hedwig finds Chen Xing's unusual creative techniques amazing.

After a long time, Chen Xing moved his head and arms, but bumped into something, looked back and found that Hedwig took a few steps back holding his chest, Chen Xing suddenly understood, and asked:
"Are you okay?"

"no!"

Chen Xing smiled, turned around and asked while drawing, "You, a talented student like me, will also look at the paintings of a rookie like me?"

"You are not a rookie, you are also very good." Hedwig replied sternly.

She can't understand how Chen Xing draws many lines. Although she can't understand them, she still has great skills. What Chen Xing lacks now is proficiency. She needs to draw for a while longer to change some bad habits. Well, at least I can draw the same as myself.

"What do you want to draw?" she asked.

"A picture I saw when I was traveling. At that time, I saw someone put a bubble machine on a greenhouse. Coincidentally, a child picked up a lot of flower petals of various colors, and he threw the petals into the sky. Throwing, with the rising bubbles, I think that kind of picture is very beautiful."

Hedwig tried her best to think about it, but she couldn't imagine how beautiful it was.

At this time, Aunt Lizi asked the two of them to go down for dinner. She agreed, and then said to Chen Xing: "You go out, you can take the shelf away, I want to change clothes."

No matter how much Chen Xing likes to tease Hedwig, he has to leave now.

Shrugged.

"See you downstairs."

Sha Rukh was absent today, so it was only the four of them who had dinner. Aunt Lizi made a special meal because Chen Xing came back. Each of them got a piece of steak that looked very tender and juicy. Zizi braving oily flowers.

When it comes to Western food, you will definitely think of steak.

But in fact, even the French rarely eat steak in their daily life.

At the dinner table, Uncle Feida asked, "Where did you go this time?"

"There's Monet's Garden, and Rouen. I don't have enough time and I can't go further, but this time I encountered something in Vernon that moved me."

"What is it?"

"I met……"

He told the story of Franz again, especially the process of seeing those photos for the first time, from inadvertent to moving.His writing talent has greatly improved his language organization ability. At least Uncle Feida and Aunt Lizi were touched. Franz's pity reminded them of their own children.

Hedwig has been silent all the time.

But this feeling of silence was not the same as before.

Aunt Lizi quickly noticed and asked, "What's wrong with you? Hedwig?"

"No, this is a very good father..." She sighed and said, "I'm done eating."

After speaking, he went back to the room.

Uncle Feida asked in confusion, "What's the matter?"

"Should it be about her father?" Aunt Lizi didn't know either, Hedwig never told everyone about their family's affairs.

However, she knew that Chen Xing and Hedwig had an unusual relationship, so she gestured with her eyes a few times.

Hurry up, can you still eat in this situation?
(End of this chapter)