Great Artist

What is the most romantic place in the world?

Some people will say the Aegean Sea in Greece, some people will say Milan in Italy, some people will say the Maldives in the Indian Ocean, of course, Paris, France must be an indispensable one of these various answers. No one will forget Paris, because romance is the most distinctive and profound label of Paris, which is a temperament integrated into the skeleton and blood of the city.

For Evan Bell, whose romantic cells were lost in the Arctic Ocean, he may not have much feeling for Paris, but he still has to admit that encounters in this city always make people look forward to it. The rich tulips permeate the ancient buildings with carved statues. The street portraits and the wandering artists who play music tell the world with their bard-like beard and scruffy images, the freedom and comfort that art flows in the blood. . From the dazzling array of clothes at Paris Fashion Week, to food, architecture, and even lifestyle, romance has become one of the most understated ingredients in the city of Paris.

Even if Evan Bell is not romantic enough to read the beauty of Paris, his love for the Louvre can also be said to be a symptom of being attacked by a romantic virus. And Evan Bell's lingering in méng Martel is because of his love for art. Art? Isn't it a romantic thing in itself?

Méng Martel can be regarded as one of the most stylish areas in Paris. It may not be as famous as the Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triomphe, but it is the birthplace of Paris, the city of art, like Greenwich Village in New York. The méng Martel district is a paradise for poor painters and poets, such as Van Gogh and Picasso, who have lived here for centuries.

But the word "poverty" also vividly shows that méng Martel's temperament is also Van Gogh,

Picassos' lives while they were alive.

In order to make a living, when the day is bright, he will carry the painter to paint and sell for money, pay rent, eat, and sit on the streets of Méng Martel with an empty stomach, waiting for the crowd to stop and let them paint a picture. Draw a picture and make some money. Van Gogh and Picasso were not recognized by society during their lifetime, and could only survive in méng Martel. But after their death, a painting can be auctioned for sky-high prices. This is a satire of the so-called "social recognition"

The regret of Picassos is also one of the unavoidable modifiers of "art".

But at the same time, Méng Martel has become a guarantee of art.

Now, the street painters in Méng Martel must have stunts and a large part of the famous contemporary painters were born here. These street painters look like peddler,

Or a painter-like hawker, a painting can often be exchanged for three hundred francs, and the income is as high as 10,000 francs a day, which is not something that only appears in the story.

For tourists in Paris, leaving a sketch of a portrait in méng Martel can also be a moment in the journey. But for Evan Bell, his nostalgia for méng Martell is because of his love for street art. Street art, performances, paintings, dance performances are one of them.

Take the bus staggeringly to the north of Paris, get off at the méng Martel Heights, and you can see the méng Martel above the hill. Step by step, the narrow alley leads to the heights. The alley is very narrow and mottled with gray walls and stone steps, leading to the distant and high places. The old medieval houses on both sides face each other, and one is crowded and the other is connected. This reminded Evan Bell of Santorini, the holy place of the moon in Greece, but Santorini was a world that was completely white and blue, while the highland in front of him was a world of colorful gray. Although it does not have the purity and agility of Santorini, nor the bright colors of the colorful island next to Venice, it has an atmosphere that belongs only to Paris, which makes people wonder.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, you can see the uniqueness of Méng Martel. Old houses with white painted windows, small coffee shops with sky blue painted door frames, and taverns with red painted interiors. The large glass windows project the beautiful face of the sunset, and the wood-framed windows fill the air with a faint fragrance.

I don't know if it's because of the bright sunshine or the lively air here, the colors of everything around them suddenly become clearer, the window frames are as blue as the sky, and many houses are painted with children's worlds. The colors that will only be used are colorful and colorful, surrounded by various shops, full of old posters and postcards of the Moulin Rouge, colorful but not kitsch, probably only in this place everything will look just right, because in In a world full of innocence, there is no such thing as excessive appearance, but it makes people feel bright.

Being in such a colorful world, the sound of the organ drifting through my ears, as if walking in a magical castle in a fairy tale, makes people feel relaxed and happy. There are three or five small sheets on the street

The coffee shop on the table, the candles are flickering, people are drinking coffee, chatting, discussing art, and discussing life. A small day seems to be unhurried, and a casual comfort breaks into my heart without warning.

Before Evan-Bell had time to take a step, a figure appeared in front of this dazzling alley, making Ai Bell's footsteps involuntarily stop in place. A white spinning dress, a yellow jacket, and a lovely straw hat with a golden sunset on the back, a white huā, and the happy laughter of the children, her footsteps Walking slowly on the staggered stone road, the group pendulum swayed gently with the wind, the sound of the organ seemed to sound in the air, and the fresh breath came.

At this moment, Evan Bell almost had an illusion: Spring is here.

Due to the backlight, Evan Bell couldn't see the face of the woman in front of him at all, but only saw the white and yellow colors jumping vividly in the fairy tales around them.

A burst of children chasing and laughing sounded from far to near, and then from near to far, bringing the fragrance of the red and beautiful fragrance on the windowsill, blowing away the chill in the air, leaving only a touch of warmth. The bright little face, the running smile, the sweat, and the blood-like sunset formed a beautiful picture of clothes in front of Evan Bell's eyes.

Evan-Bell's gaze and stagnation seemed to have caught the woman's attention. She withdrew her gaze from the unknown pot on the windowsill and cast it towards Evan-Bell.

There are no patterns or decorations on the sky blue shirt, just the drapey fabric that makes the clothes look casual. The dark green plaid knitted cardigan is paired with a light gray casual suit, and the sleeves are completely rolled up to the elbows, showing the owner's ease and comfort. The bright purple work clothes were rolled up, and the white flat shoes were revealed.

This is a dress without any design at all, relying only on matching, and the collision of colors, but it makes people's eyes shine, and they can't help but fall on the slender and slender body.

When she saw the man's face in front of her, the woman let out a pleasantly low voice, "Evan!" The light flowed over the melon-seeded face that had been tied with her blond hair into a ponytail, revealing the outline of the face a little bit. come out. Evan Bell's eyes widened involuntarily, "Blake?" Time stopped at this moment. The setting sun, laughter, facial expressions, and breeze were all frozen at this moment because of the stop of time. The dazzling sunset light turns everything you can see into a painting, a beautiful and agile picture.

Evan Bell and Blake Lively haven't seen each other since the last "embarrassing" goodbye. Don't say it's a meeting, not even contact. Evan Bell did not contact Blake Lively, telling her that he had said goodbye to the past and officially announced his rebirth: Blake Lively also did not contact Evan Bell to ask how much time he would need to be able to regain his courage Try to fall in love with someone.

The two people are not afraid of facing each other, but more like they have a tacit understanding with each other, understand each other's mind, and let everything take its course.

"Good afternoon." When Evan Bell and Blake Lively started to say hello in unison, they both smiled in unison.

"Fashion week is over?" Blake Lively looked at Evan Bell boldly and directly, although her cheeks were a little hot at this time, because she remembered her unwavering confession from the last meeting, and now again Facing Evan-Bell, her heart remained the same. But Blake Lively did not let the shyness and timidity of the little girl dominate him, but faced this unexpected encounter with confidence and calm with the courage to pursue happiness without hesitation.

The news of Evan Bell's appearance at Paris Fashion Week was abuzz~www.readwn.com~ Karl Lagerfeld's favor made Evan Bell a new fashion favorite. As long as you are willing to pay attention to the news, it is estimated that no one will miss this event. big news. Therefore, Blake Lively did not pretend to be squeamish, but generously raised the topic of fashion week, saying that he had been paying attention to Evan-Bell all the time.

Evan Yibel couldn't help but let out a bright smile, "Well, it's over." When we met again, there was no embarrassment in the imagination, nor aggressiveness as expected. Evan Bell can see admiration and self-confidence in Blake Lively's agile eyes. There is no urgency or withdrawal, which makes Evan Bell regain the calmness he had faced with women in the past ten years. freely. "What about you? Didn't you follow me to Paris?" Hearing Evan-Bell's active teasing, Blake-Lively's childlike smile reappeared under the sunset, making Evan-Bell also He couldn't help but let out a big smile. "I came to Paris for vacation with my family and have been here for half a month."

"Disappointed, it seems that I'm still not attractive enough." Evan Bell's funny expression made Blake Liveli overjoyed. "I wonder if you would like to spend this evening with me? My little princess."

Blake Lively looked at Evan Bell pretending to be positive, suppressed the smile in his voice and said, "My pleasure, Mr. Cinderella."! .