Endless Fall

  Chapter 76 Habit is a scary thing

"what would you like?"

"Facial mask."

   Pei Zhi opened the shoulder bag, took out the mask and mirror, and asked the flight attendant to bring two glasses of juice.

   Seeing her fiddling with the mask and making her hands full of essence, he took out a wet tissue and wiped it gently for her.

  It is said that habit is a terrible thing.

   After a while, Lin Jiao got used to his touch, and even the last trace of rejection was repelled by this intimacy.

   She leaned back: "Uncle, call me in fifteen minutes." Or if it was inconvenient to open her mouth, her voice became smaller.

   "Well." Pei Zhi glanced at her sideways.

   He leaned over slightly, pulled out a few strands of hair that were covered by the mask with his fingertips, and pinned them behind her ears for her.

   came close.

  Lin Jiao could feel the breath on his neck.

   She looked at him, something was growing in her heart, but before she could catch her, she was interrupted by a broadcast sound.

   The stewardess informed us that there were twenty minutes left to land.

   Let them adjust the seat and open the porthole.

   "Jiaojiao, fasten your seat belt first." Pei Zhi suddenly distanced himself, picked up the seat belt lying on her waist, and handed it to her.

  Lin Jiao opened the porthole by the way.

   She looked out the window, her initial excitement was aroused by the bright lights and shadows, and she was full of energy when she got off the plane.

  Charles de Gaulle's terminal is more complicated. They pushed their suitcases and walked for a while before they left gate 11 smoothly.

The driver who came to pick them up was a foreigner who was scolded by Qu Shao for ten minutes in English last time and tricked him into not knowing Chinese.

   "Hello, Sand Coins!" Wen Olai tapped Qu Shao on the shoulder and greeted him with a smile in his not very fluent Chinese.

   "What the hell?"

   "You are sand dollars."

  Qu Shao understood this time: "You are stupid!" He bent his elbow and turned him, busy stuffing luggage into the trunk.

   Seeing that he was working with his head buried in his head, Wen Ole, who was very bored, had to find time to 'study' with him.

   He greeted Pei Zhi and the two of them, opened the door of the back seat for them, and went to the city center when Sand Dollar got in the car.

   "Uncle, where is the hotel you booked?" Lin Jiao unscrewed the cap of the toner, put it in the palm of her hand and patted her cheek.

"Champs Elysees."

   "How far is it from here?"

   "45min." Wen Ole, who understood the question, responded proactively: "70min during peak hours."

   "Is there any good food nearby?"

   "Yes, LeCinq's mussels, Laduree and PierreHerme's macarons are delicious."

   Just listening to it made Lin Jiao hungry.

   She looked sideways at Pei Zhi: "Uncle, let's wait for dawn to buy macarons first?"

   "Listen to you." Doting flashed in Pei Zhi's eyes.

   He put the cosmetic bag between his knees, and she looked for it when she needed it, and also learned about the role of cosmetics in the process.

   Not long after she put on her makeup, Vinole drove into the Champs-Elysees and hit the brakes at the door of the hotel.

  He helped with the luggage, followed a few people to the front desk to go through the formalities, and asked Qu Shao, "Have you changed to Euro?"

"Changed."

   "Give them 2euros is enough."

  Qu Shao fumbled around in the bag for a while, but it was true that he couldn't find the 2 euros he said: "The smallest denomination I have here is ten euros."

   "Wait." Vin Ole simply gave it for them.

When    went upstairs, he exchanged twenty Euros with Qu Shao with the coins in his pocket: "Tips coins."

   "How much is appropriate to give at a time?"

   "2euros, or 3euros."

  Qu Shao converted the exchange rate: "The tip is enough for me to buy several pancakes."

   "What pancakes?"

   "Boiled pancakes, haven't you eaten?"

   "Isn't this—" Wen Ole danced and shouted: "Yo yo, check, how about a set of pancakes and fruits?"

  The corners of Qu Shao's mouth twitched, and he looked at him as if he was crazy: "Are you really an idiot."

   "You only have sand coins!"

   "Who the **** is talking about sand dollars?"

"saying you."

  “…”

  Lin Jiao didn't laugh too loudly.

   She pulled Pei Zhi's sleeves to hide behind him, and the sound from her lips was like a cat's, making him feel unbearable.

   He looked at her slightly cowardly shoulder through the mirror, shook his head helplessly, his eyes full of doting.

   "It's here." The moment the elevator door opened, he hugged her waist and walked out.

  Lin Jiao stopped smiling.

   She followed Pei Zhi's footsteps and walked to the end along the very artistic corridor.

   "Uncle, am I far from your room?"

   "Not far."

   Pei Zhi took the room card from Qu Shao and pressed the sensor on the door: "For safety's sake, you live with me."

  Lin Jiao knew it was a suite without thinking.

   She didn't have any comments, and accompany him to push the box to the living room, looking at the surrounding furnishings.

The living room facing the porch is dominated by milky white, which is gorgeous and very textured. The glass door in front of the curved balcony is slightly open, which not only provides a panoramic view of the street, but also can be seen in the absence of buildings. See the starry sky below.

   A gust of breeze blew through the white gauze curtains, and while rolling up the tails of the curtains, the hanging crystal chandeliers were toggled, and the light sound was like the ding-dong of spring water, gently flowing past their ears.

  Lin Jiao walked to the balcony, leaned against the black railing happily, turned her head and called to him, "Uncle, take two pictures for me."

   Pei Zhi turned on the rear camera.

   He is inexperienced who rarely takes pictures of people, and he never thought about finding an angle: "Did I take a picture?"

   "Wait, you squat first."

"and then?"

   "Remember to leave the three squares above your head blank."

  Lin Jiao tried to let him take two pictures, but he was not satisfied with the finished film, so he asked him to start over again: "You can just take a picture of my upper body."

   "Is this angle okay?"

   "No, you go up a little further."

   Pei Zhi straightened his knees.

   Before pressing the shutter, she heard a strange voice in her ears: "I'll let your camera go up."

  Lin Jiao taught him while changing his posture: "Come here." She pointed to the right position: "Don't pull it too far when you pat the side face."

   "Still squatting?"

   "Don't squat, just leave half a blank."

   Pei Zhi has never been so serious about business.

   is also glad that he can keep up with her thinking, otherwise he will be scolded: "Look at it."

  Lin Jiao took his phone.

   She selected a few photos that she was satisfied with and asked him to send them to herself: "Uncle, your photography skills still need to be practiced."

   "Then you're going to be a model for me?"

"OK."

   Pei Zhi let out a low laugh.

   He put the phone back in his pocket: "The photographer will pack up first, and then work for you at dawn."

   "I'm with you." Lin Jiao didn't wait for him to refuse, and trotted all the way to the trunk.

   She took out their coats and prepared to hang them in the closet so they wouldn't get crumpled: "Which one do you sleep in?"

   "Anything." He surrendered the option.

   Pei Zhi lowered his head to sort out the rest of the clothes. When he touched the small lace clothes, his fingertips seemed to be burned.

  He suppressed his splendid thoughts, and before the sound of her footsteps, he handed her the sweater together with: "Have you made your choice?"

   (end of this chapter)