There is a French song: "j’aimesoleil.j’aimejazz.j’aimelescafespa day ismai."

It means: I love the sunshine, I love jazz, I love cafes, I love Paris in May.

When going to Paris, you must choose the most appropriate season, otherwise it will be very hot or cool, making people unwilling to linger. So May is just right.

Eva is a Parisian, so she naturally knows the taste of this season. Although she has been staying in London recently, it does not prevent the girl from rushing back to her hometown to live.

The weather today is great, not hot or light, a bit like shell flowers that have just emerged from the soil, flowing with tender green.

In such a good weather, she slept in as usual and then took a walk with her puppy. In the afternoon, the waves of the Seine River became golden and she walked along the Champs-Elysees to the Little Palace.

There is also a Grand Palace across the street, all built for the 1900 expo. More than a hundred years later, the Grand Palace has become a public exhibition hall, with a large number of art exhibitions held here every year, and the Small Palace has become a Municipal Museum, with many works from the Impressionism, Independence, Medieval and Renaissance.

≌←Okay, Eva's favorite thing is to spend a day alone in various art galleries. In Paris, there are many places like Ossey and Pompidou. Today I had a sudden idea and came here for a walk.

In fact, it is very unpopular. Whether it is the city's citizens or foreign tourists, they don't like this place very much. Only those art students occasionally come to copy the paintings.

At this time, she was in a Barbizon School exhibition hall, and besides her, a security guard was bored in the corner.

Eva had no research on the Barbizon School. From Miller to Rousseau, she looked at it all the way and was quite eye-catching. Finally, she stopped in front of Corot's "Pastoral Song".

This painting is not considered a representative work of Corot. It is not well-known. It is about a few people playing in the wild, leisurely and relaxing. However, the girl loved it for no reason and watched it for a long time.

She was wearing a black T-shirt, black straight-leg pants, her arms were buckled, and her light brown hair was tied casually, revealing her straight and slender back erection neck.

The security guard also looked at it for a long time, and the back was like some charming dark matter, exuding a strong sense of existence.

He wanted to come forward and talk to him, but reason made him afraid. It seemed that only she was disturbing the things around him, but others could not touch him.

The hall is very quiet, one looks at the paintings and the other looks at the people, and it is all the scenery.

"ha……"

After a while, a sudden yawn suddenly interrupted the atmosphere.

Both of them came to their senses and looked at each other. At some point, there was another one in the hall: a typical Asian face, thin and tall. It seemed that they had just come in and seemed to have been staying there for a long time.

What’s even more annoying is that this guy has no sense of piety. With a burnout and picky look like he was shopping in the vegetable market, he slipped from the east door to the scene, then squeezed beside Eva, and looked at the Pastoral Song.

The girl frowned, of course she didn't think he had any artistic cells. She just came over to join in the fun by seeing someone standing here.

Sure enough, the man held on for a few seconds and then mumbled and turned to the next one.

After a while, he continued to slid over there, slipped, slipped... until he walked around the pillar, finally stopped and stared at a painting as if he was decent.

Eva has an impression, and it is also Corot's work, called "The Forest of Fontainebleau", with a few trees, a few cows, a pond, and a vast sky and a faint cloud.

The man should have liked it very much. He looked at it motionlessly for a long time, then retreated again, probably wanting to change his perspective.

Eva saw him retreating step by step... Behind it was a high-legged rack, with a strange vase placed on it.

She opened her mouth and was about to remind her that the guy had already leaned on it, and the air was tilted, and the vase was shaking and about to fall to the ground.

“…”

She grinned, waiting for the sensational sound to echo, but immediately opened her eyes wide.

I saw the man reacting very quickly and felt like he bumped into something. I immediately turned around, and his arms were wrapped around the bottle.

"call!"

He seemed to be very guilty, and he carefully held the object firmly before he breathed a sigh of relief.

“hey!”

But the security guard stopped doing it, shouted, strode forward, and said, "Sir, what are you doing? You almost ruined an outstanding work of art!"

"Well……"

The man paused and said in English, "You, can you speak slowly?"

"This is a very excellent work of art, you almost ruined it! Are you Chinese? Japanese? Korean? You are simply too reckless, you should apologize!"

The guy seemed to understand two words and hurriedly said, "oh, I'm very, very sorry, I was really careless."

"If you break it, do you know how much trouble it will cause me? What an uncultured guy..." the security guard still chattered.

"This is just a misunderstanding, right? Can you be quiet?"

Eva felt that they were very noisy and couldn't help but interrupt.

"Oh, ma'am, I'm full of apologies for disturbing you." The security guard smiled instantly, and didn't even look at the perpetrator, and went back to the corner to continue poking.

The guy had an innocent expression. He scratched his head, came to her side, and said, "Uh, thank you, thank you for your help."

"fine."

Eva glanced at him, her empty big eyes mixed with gray-green pupils.

“…”

He was startled, his eyes were so weird.

…………

"You guys have fun, I almost got caught."

In the evening, Chu Qing met Cheng Ying, Ning Hao, Diao Yinan and Liu Ye, and took the train to Cannes from Lyon Station. As soon as Fang got on the train, he kept talking nonstop, which made others feel very upset.

"Who told you not to go with us?" Cheng Ying choked directly.

"That's right, I bought a lot of gifts for Nana, she must like it." Liu Ye also carried a few big bags to show it.

"What's there to shop? Xiaoying, did you buy it all the last time you came here? You can change some fresh ones, but you actually bought the same ones!" Chu Qing was puzzled by this kind of attribute of women.

Miss Cheng rolled her eyes, simply ignored it, and counted the results of her training on her own.

Speaking of this film festival, the only Chinese films shortlisted for the main competition were Lou Ye's "Purple Butterfly", and the rest, such as "Second Brother", "Incense", and "Uniform", are all films that are eye-catching.

Liu Ye should have set off with Lou Ye, but when he found out that Chu Qing was going, he was so begging for nothing, he recommended himself to join him. There was no way for him, so he had to take it with him.

Today is May 13th, and tomorrow is the opening ceremony.

The crew of "Purple Butterfly" has arrived first, and they arrived in Paris in the morning and took the train to Cannes in the afternoon. The naughty kid came to France for the first time, and took advantage of this to buy things in the Champs-Elysées.

He was unwilling to go shopping and would rather wait, but Cheng Ying was very excited and went shopping with him in the name of accompanying him. As for Ning Hao and Diao Yinan, although they had no money, they did not hinder the gangster's vision.

So Chu Qing stayed alone and left behind.

I was waiting in a cafe, but I couldn't see anyone until I vomited, so I just went around nearby. Unexpectedly, I encountered that mess.

The drive from Paris to Cannes is about four or five hours. At around 10 o'clock in the evening, the group arrived at the Hilton Hotel in the small town.

Wang Xiaoshuai was about to arrive tomorrow, so Chu Qing went to say hello to Lou Ye first and met her classmate next chapter. Because Gong Li didn't come this time, she was quite a bit of a mother-like world-class person, and was even praised by some domestic media to the level of a great Bodhisattva who saved the suffering.

If she had been a few years earlier, she would have been very modest about such a remark, but now she accepted it calmly. It seemed that this year's best actress was her and Nicole Kidman, and she chose one of them.

Chu Qing laughed and expressed his appropriate greetings, so he flew back to the house. Thinking back to the beginning, he and Class 96 were still having a table at the restaurant at the entrance of the Central Academy of Drama, and now they each have their own ways of getting along.

The jet lag is a crazy thing, not to mention that he even took a long-distance plane and took a train. At this moment, the person slumped in the bed was exhausted and he soon became sleepy.

In a daze, I suddenly remembered the French girl, with pale eyes and gray-green eyes, and there was a witch light in her beauty, like a poppy flower inserted into her heart, drop by drop of blood beads...

(Status slag!) (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!