Hammer base has a chase

Summer Solstice 2014, Paris.

The ancient Gothic church leans quietly on the banks of the Seine, and the sound of chanting loudly passes through the vaults, embracing the hot and humid air filled with romance.

Thor strode down Fifth Avenue, his blond hair glistened under the scorching sun, and the light sweat on his forehead conveyed the signal of male hormones, attracting the sideways glances of passing French girls.

The Eiffel Tower stands out in the distance.On the other side, the Paris Opera House is quietly preparing for the gorgeous performances every night.

This is Paris in summer, with the simplest soil, the most complicated dance, the most shining dream, and the most artists who walk alone by the river all day and all night.

"Allonsenfants de la Patrie,

Lejourdegloiree tarrivé!

Contrenous delaty rannie,

L'étendardsanglantestlevé!

......"

The music blares for a long time, and it's not until passers-by start to stop and stare at Thor that he realizes it's his new phone ringtone.

It's ugly.He couldn't help rolling his eyes.Forgive this strong and strong adult man who can't appreciate classical music.His world has become too crowded with rock and food for anything else.

The moment before leaving the United States for a vacation in Paris, Jane insisted on changing the ringtone of her mobile phone to "Marseillaise", saying that since she was going to Paris, she had to treat herself as a Frenchman from beginning to end.Although he protested countless times, he finally had no choice but to accept.

Speaking of Jane, Thor doesn't know what stage he has developed with her now.After the last time, when he returned to the atrium from Asgard, too many changes had taken place here.The unexpected encounter made him know Jane, Dr. Eric, and Darcy, and then inexplicably got together with Jane under the strong hints and matching of people around him.

He couldn't say how much he liked Jane, but... yes, he still chose her, besides, she wasn't ugly, was she?

"Thor, where did you go?" Jane complained from the phone: "We're almost there, if you don't come, you'll have to queue again if you miss it!"

"Immediately, I am guaranteed to appear in front of you within 3 minutes."

After paying in a hurry, Thor quickly stuffed the small packaged box into his pocket, and ran towards the front of the long line under the iron tower.

Seeing Thor who was running profusely in sweat, Jane lost her anger, and laughed out loud, "Big man, don't be so embarrassed every time you show up!" She took out a tissue and carefully wiped Thor's sweat.

Thor embarrassedly took the tissue and wiped it carelessly by himself, and his heart began to beat rapidly following the sound of "big man".

I remember that a century ago, there was also such a person whom I loved to call him that way.

Big man, big man, big man... The man slightly opened his thin lips, and with a sly but intoxicating smile, he called him.

"Hey, we're finally here!" Jane habitually put her arm around Thor's arm, climbing up step by step with the flow of people ahead.The figure below is getting smaller and smaller, the air above is getting cooler and cooler, and before you know it, you have reached the top of the tower.

Looking around, you can have a panoramic view of the street scene of the entire Paris city. Jane excitedly took out her phone and kept taking pictures, sometimes holding Thor to take a few selfies.But most of the time, Thor just stayed aside and quietly watched the dense traffic and people below.He seemed to be looking for something, eager and confused.

After getting off the Eiffel Tower, it was already evening. Jane said that she would go back to the hotel to rest first, but the energetic Thor still wanted to go shopping in the streets of Paris, so the two made an appointment to meet at the restaurant on the third floor of the hotel at night.

After saying goodbye to Jane, Thor walked alone along the banks of the Seine in the setting sun.

Gently blowing the cheeks with the gentle wind, like a whisper between lovers, looking up at the sky, you can't see the Rainbow Bridge, you can't see the distant fairy palace, only the fiery sunset glow covering the entire sky, and a round of The looming full moon.

The Seine sings softly, and occasionally there are couples of lovers embracing and kissing on the shore. Of course, there will also be some down-and-out artists who paint with starlight, or play a Bach flute sonata, making the night tonight Get softer.At this time, Thor will take out a few coins and put them in the hat in front of them, which is a tribute to art-even though he doesn't quite know what art is.

Suddenly, a clear and pleasant voice came from a distance, accompanied by rhythmic rhythms:

In summer's blue evening, I'll walk up the path,

Regardless of the prickly skin of wheat stalks, strolling on the green;

Feel the coolness penetrating into the soles of the feet, like a dream...

A long wind blows over my head.

I shall say nothing and move nothing;

Boundless love overflows from the depths of the soul.

Like a bohemian, will go to nature,

Happiness is like being with you.

"Okay!" The people around clapped their hands and applauded. They leaned forward and hugged the person reciting the poem deeply. Then they left some coins and quietly put them on the pages of the book that the person had opened, and then left.

Poet Nian slowly picked up a few pieces of paper that had fallen on the ground. Suddenly, as if inspired, he moved the money away and wrote a long string of letters on the blank page, all in one go.In the end, after talking to himself for a while, he closed the notebook with satisfaction and wanted to leave.

"Wait..." For some reason, Thor suddenly wanted to run over and take a good look at the poet who came from the darkness.If it wasn't for the blessing of the goddess, why would he have such a beautiful voice? If it wasn't for the blessing of the gods, why would he be able to create such radiant poems?

"Hey, wait a minute." Thor ran after him anyway, grabbing the man by the shoulder.

As if hurt by the sudden force, Poet Nian frowned slightly, and looked back at this stranger who inadvertently broke into his life.

At that glance, it is ten thousand years...

"Excuse me, what's the matter?" The deep and magnetic voice still carried the melody of reciting poetry.

But at this moment, Thor met those clear eyes, but couldn't say a word anymore.

It's been too long, he hasn't seen him for too long.Has he changed?No, no, he hasn't changed at all, those emerald eyes seem to be pinching water at any moment; and that thin lips have always been the source of beautiful notes.

"Sir, if there is nothing else, please allow me to leave. Today's poetry meeting is over, sorry." The poet Nian gently shook off Thor's hand on his shoulder, nodded politely, and then wanted to turn around and leave.

"Don't. Don't go." Thor begged, he turned his brain quickly, trying to make up a reason for him to stay, but at this moment his mind went blank!

Damn, he hated himself, never hated his stupidity so much!

Poet Nian smiled, he seemed to be very good at this kind of stubborn and entangled admirer, so he picked up a pen and signed his name on a small card, and handed it to this silly-looking big man: "Welcome to come back tomorrow."

Thor took the signature, staring blankly at the row of nice standard curlicues above: Loki Rimbaud.