The blue-chip man loves the righteous woman: attacking the heart and capturing the love

Chapter 307 Extra Story: If Love Has God's Will 1
In June, the sun was scorching hot. Walking on the streets of Paris, no one knew where I came from and where I was going.

It’s been half a year since I left Zurich, and I’ve been traveling around the world for the past six months, hoping that time will dilute the unpleasant memories in my mind, and I want all new things to fill the inexplicable vacancy in my heart.

When passing through the subway station, my eyes were attracted by a female homeless singer. She was sitting on the floor covered with a newspaper, playing the guitar, and singing Xu Song's "Broken Bridge and Remnant Snow" affectionately. There is a snow-white Persian cat lying lazily.

I listened blankly for a long time.What attracted me was not because she was a female wandering singer, but because her faint singing touched my heart.I knelt down, reached out, and put the money on the newspaper next to him.

Her clothes are very torn, especially the jeans, which have many holes, but they are very clean, together with her hair and his fingers, this is the cleanest female homeless woman I have ever seen.

When I stood up, I saw her eyes staring at me in surprise.I turned around blankly and left, as if she had said something, but it didn't matter anymore.

When I got out of the subway station, someone held my hand, I turned my head, and it was the female homeless singer just now.She raised the 500 francs in her hand: "Thanks to you, I don't have to worry about having no money to eat this week. May I treat you to beef noodles?" She had a childlike smile on her face, bright and clear.Oddly enough, I nodded my head.

At the beef noodle restaurant, we ordered two bowls of beef noodles.She ate the noodles and peeked at me over the edge of the bowl.She said, "My name is Yao Anruo, which means An Zhiruosu. How about you?"

We just met by chance and went our separate ways in a blink of an eye.She is stubborn.I had no choice but to say, "Huo Lingdong."

After eating the ramen, Yao Anruo picked up the guitar and held the Persian cat beside the table in front of me: "Shall I give this to you?"

I shook my head: "Thank you, no need."

She chased me out of the noodle shop, and said pitifully, "Just keep it. This cat is a rare breed. I picked it up the night before yesterday. It's a waste of money to follow me."

I smiled: "It's the same with me."

She couldn't understand what I meant, and pestered me persistently, insisting that I take in the cat, but in desperation, I had no choice but to truthfully say: "I am also a homeless person, just like you. "

"impossible?"

She looked me up and down, maybe because my clothes and temperament didn't look like a homeless person, she didn't believe me.

"Really, I didn't lie to you."

I walked straight forward, but she followed me, and I stopped paying attention to her. My life is not so sad that I care about it with a stranger.

After taking three buses and four subways, I almost walked half a circle around Paris. Before dark, I returned to the hotel where I was staying. Standing in front of the window on the ninth floor, I looked down at the night outside the window, It is worthy of being a fashion capital, whether it is day or night, it is as bright as pearls.

I glanced down inadvertently, and was surprised to find that outside the hotel door, under the orange-red streetlights, stood a small figure with a big guitar on its shoulders, and a white snow-white bird in its arms. persian cat.

I was very surprised, the female wandering singer followed me here, but I thought she had stopped following me a long time ago, I was surprised for a moment, then I turned and ran out.

I ran downstairs in one breath, and I walked out of the revolving door of the hotel, and walked straight towards the figure, "Is it because I don't want to take in this cat, so you plan to follow me all the time?"

She raised her head and grinned: "Actually, I don't have a place to stay. I want to see where you, a homeless person, live, so I can stay with you for a night."

Pointing to the hotel behind me, I regretfully said: "It's a pity that you are the richest homeless person I have ever seen, and you actually live in a hotel."

"Then where should I live?"

"If you are really a homeless person, then you should know that bridge holes or underground passages are the ones that match our identities..."

I folded my arms and looked her from head to toe jokingly: "Look at your skinny skin and tender flesh, you won't be afraid of being harassed if you live in that kind of place?"

"I'm afraid, so I often move places. It's not because I don't have a place to live, so I want to find a new place with you, but I don't know that your place is not the same as I imagined."

She forced the cat in her hand to me: "Since you live in such a good place, then take it in, it's better than living on the streets with me."

I smiled angrily: "The definition of the word wandering is not to sleep in a bridge hole. I just stay here for two days and I will leave tomorrow. I don't know where I will go next. If you It’s just that it’s okay for me to keep it for one night, but it’s not good for more than one night, I can’t take a cat wandering around.”

She lowered her head, looking like a child who did something wrong, "Okay, just one night, I'll figure out a way tomorrow, but... can you take me in for one night too."

It seemed that I mustered up a lot of courage to say such a sentence. Her appearance reminded me of another woman, and I suddenly felt pity. I nodded, and she happily followed me into the hotel.

When she arrived at the luxurious suite, she put down the heavy guitar on her back, sat on the sofa and sighed: "You are really the most extravagant homeless person I have ever seen."

I poured a glass of water and handed it to her, jokingly said, "You are also the cleanest homeless person I have ever seen."

She chatted with me while drinking water, almost all the chats were about me, where I came from, who was in the family, I answered every question, but didn't ask her a word, not because I didn't want to ask, but because Not curious, I'm already, past the age of curiosity.

After chatting for more than two hours, she asked me: "Do you like to hear me sing?"

"Could it be that you want to sing to me?"

"Yes." She smiled mischievously: "Just take it as your reward for taking me in."

"Okay, I'm all ears."

She took out the guitar and posed: "What song do you want to hear?"

"I just say you can sing?"

"should be."

"So powerful?" I thought for a while: "More Than Love "If Love Has a Will""

She pulled the strings of the guitar, and the familiar melody played slowly. I have to admit that she is really powerful. I gradually became fascinated by listening to it. I was still sitting there, but my thoughts drifted far, far away...

At the end of the song, she played it again without asking for my opinion, as if she saw my obsession with this song.

In fact, I really don't mind her continuing to play.

The second time is over, then the third time, the fourth time, over and over again, until she played countless times, until I realized that she might be tired, I pulled Piao Yuan's thoughts back, stood up and said, "Thank you." , just pop it here."

An Ruo put down the guitar and stretched, "Where will I sleep later?" She asked me.

"follow me."

I led her to one of the bedrooms, opened the door and said, "Just sleep here."

"It's getting late, go to sleep, good night."

I turned around to leave, but she suddenly grabbed my arm: "Take me to wander together?"

"What are you kidding?"

"I'm not kidding, I mean it."

"No."

Almost without thinking, I rejected her, how could I take her to wander, she and I are just strangers who just met by chance.

"I can sing to make money, and I won't be your burden. I will definitely not be your burden, okay? Please?"

Her eyes were full of longing, and I was immediately puzzled: "Why did you follow me to wander? Or why did I agree to you? Are we familiar?"

"Because I have nowhere to go."

She lowered her head, biting her lower lip tightly, with an indescribably pitiful expression.

"I know a bar owner, I can introduce you to sing there."

By coincidence, I actually said such a thing, obviously I am no longer the nosy me.

She raised her eyes suddenly and asked in surprise, "Really?"

"kindness."

"Great, then it's settled. You can't leave here until you settle down with me."

"it is good."

"We pull the hook."

She was serious with me like a child, but I also cooperated like a child.

After the appointment, she made a happy face at me and closed the door of the bedroom. Within a minute, the door opened again, and she smiled: "I forgot to say good night."

"Good night."

I nodded, feeling a little nonsensical in my heart. It's all right, why is this girl my responsibility?I don't want to be a worker or a benevolent person, so I don't mind my own business, either with her or with her cat.

Unfortunately, my friend who owns a bar in France is out on a trip and won't be back for a week, so I was forced to extend my trip just because of the promise of that night.

(End of this chapter)