Only the moon will know

Feel very warm.

"I heard that the French live in a leisurely way?"

Zeng Xinyan said with a half-smile, "The French know how to enjoy life better, but I am still Chinese after all, and I only have one day off a week. For you, I can definitely make an exception."

Zhou Qingchun was flattered.

"Well, at this time tomorrow, you wait for me at the cafe opposite. I drink coffee there every day at this time. The coffee there should be one of the best in the world, and you should try it too."

Zhou Qingchun doesn't drink coffee at all, but for Zeng Xinyan, she is willing to break the convention.

Since then, whenever she dipped in the coffee and smelled the mellow taste of the coffee, she would miss her.

"It's a deal," she said.

In this way, Zhou Qingchun arrived at the charming cafe on time the next day.

They sat under the parasols in the open air, drinking coffee while looking at the beautiful and peaceful Seine River. The thin and warm morning light spread on the river, making people naturally stay away from the hustle and bustle and find a rare moment of tranquility.

She found that Zeng Xinyan is a person who knows how to enjoy life, she slowly sips her coffee in small sips, her every move always looks so calm, quiet and peaceful.

What is her world like?

Perhaps she has been assimilated by the French.She also likes to hear Zeng Xinyan speak French.Like most French people, Zeng Xinyan is very polite and personable in everything.

In Zhou Qingchun's eyes, Zeng Xinyan did not belong to Xiaojiabiyu's type. Her demeanor was calm, her outline was clear, and her gestures showed a kind of family spirit, which made her look very comfortable.

All along, the heroine in her works is the embodiment of Zeng Xinyan. She never thought that she would meet the heroine in the story in reality.

She believes that friends also fall in love at first sight.

The Louvre was many times bigger than what Zhou Qingchun had imagined, and when he was in it, he felt very small.

It is said that there are 40 pieces of art, relics and antiques in the collection of the museum. They only stayed there for one morning and could only enjoy the flowers on horseback.

The next day Zeng Xinxin took her to Notre Dame Cathedral, the Eiffel Tower and museums of all sizes.

They just met by chance, and Zeng Xinyan's enthusiasm exceeded her imagination.

Zhou Qingchun felt very satisfied with this journey, and she shared it with Wang Yucheng from the other side on the phone.

Wang Yucheng said in an envious and self-righteous tone: "Many people say that Paris is a good place to fall in love. Next time I will go to Paris to try my luck. It's so romantic!"

Zhou Qingchun felt annoyed after hearing this: "Why don't you ask if the other party is a man or a woman?"

"Do women want to be so attentive to you? If a woman is also attentive to you, either she has a problem or you have a problem."

Zhou Qingchun was noncommittal.

Sometimes she thinks that Wang Yucheng is very smart, but she is often mistaken because he is too smart.

On the last night in Paris, Zeng Xinyan took Zhou Qingchun to the Moulin Rouge.

Zhou Qingchun had never seen such a grand and grand singing and dancing scene, with dense crowds of people leaning against each other intimately, just looking forward to the wonderful explosion of singing and dancing on the stage.

Walking out of the Moulin Rouge, Zhou Qingchun felt the sadness of parting.

Zeng Xinyan thought that she was not keen on those luxurious singing and dancing scenes, so she asked her: "Do you think it looks good?"

"It's so beautiful!" Zhou Qingchun praised sincerely.

Before watching the singing and dancing, Zhou Qingchun drank a lot of champagne with Zeng Xinyan in order to have fun. When she drank, her cheeks would turn red.

"Are you tired?" She looked at her concerned.

"No, I'm not tired. Paris is a city that never sleeps. If I get tired so quickly, I will let down the good night in Paris."

Zeng Xinyan laughed heartily: "You can really talk."

After being silent for a while, Zeng Xinyan asked her: "Tonight is the last night, what else are you thinking about?"

Zhou Qingchun didn't speak.

"Paris is indeed a city that never sleeps. There is a red light district nearby, and there are many sex toy stores. Do you want to go and see it?"

Zhou Qingchun didn't answer but asked instead: "Do you mean that we will meet again in our own land after parting tomorrow?"

Zeng Xinyan looked at her, with a smile on his face, and said speciously: "When I think about Dang Guiqiao, we will definitely meet again."

"You mean, you might return home and settle down?"

Zeng Xinyan stopped, "I've been seriously thinking about this issue."

Zhou Qingchun looked into her eyes, and the moon was reflected in her dark eyes.The moon will testify tonight, Zeng Xin said that it is impossible to lie, she couldn't help showing a little joy: "That means I don't have to fly to Paris to see you."

"If you come to Paris next time, we will go to Provence together. The scenery there is very good."

"must."

That night, while sitting on the subway, the two fell silent.

When the subway was about to arrive at the station, Zhou Qingchun suddenly asked Zeng Xinyan, "Why did you leave your place?"

"Self-exile." Zeng Xinyan replied.

"Self-exile?"

"Just kidding you."

When the subway arrived at the station, Zeng Xinyan stood up and smiled at Zhou Qingchun, her smile was a little forced.Zhou Qingchun could see from her eyes that she didn't seem to be joking.

What kind of situation must a person in self-imposed exile have to encounter?

Is that capricious or casual?Zhou Qingchun didn't quite understand, but she didn't ask further.

Maybe that was Zeng Xinyan's secret.What grown man has no secrets or privacy of his own.Didn't she have her own secrets and intimacy?

That night, the moon was as cool as water, and they took a night cruise on the Seine River by boat, and a bright moon hung on the top of the plane tree.

Zhou Qingchun grabbed the camera and wanted to take pictures of the night sky and night scene in Paris.

Zeng Xinyan raised her head and followed her eyes to look at the night sky: "This is a moonlit night, maybe our reunion will happen on a moonlit night."

Zhou Qingchun smiled: "On moonlit nights, I will especially think of you as a friend."

Zeng Xinyan but laughed silently.

Zhou Qingchun was a little embarrassed, she felt that she was a little wishful thinking.Maybe Zeng Xinyan never thought that they would keep in touch in the future, maybe the friendship she longed for in her heart was not something that Zeng Xinyan had seriously thought about in her heart.

After returning from Paris, Zhou Qingchun's thoughts fluctuated, so she wrote "A Beautiful Encounter".

The novel was only serialized in magazines at the beginning. For some reasons, she had to write her character as a man, which she thought would be much more convenient.

Besides, when meeting such a mature and charming woman like Zeng Xinyan, Zhou Qingchun is naturally willing to become a man, but unfortunately this is just a very naive idea, and she can only plant it deep in her heart.

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I like this kind of text, and after I have a free weekend, I will taste it carefully and feel the meticulousness, tranquility, and peace. I think the first time I read GL’s text was the big "She is on the Other Shore", I really like this feeling, it is very important for GL Just as everything has its good and bad, so is the work, full of noise and impetuousness everywhere, when reading novels to pass the time,

I also feel like I wasted my time, huh, huh...

--it is good--

——Just a simple encounter——

--ah--

I can't believe it, I saw Xia Tian.

I won't say anything else, just read on;

The beautiful and magnificent Zeng Xinyan;

-over--

3. Waiting in vain

Covering the novel, Zhou Qingchun only felt lost.

It turns out that two years have passed, "Beautiful Encounter" has been reprinted, but the heroine in the story has never given her any news.

On the eve of parting, didn't they exchange email addresses, but all the emails Zhou Qingchun sent her were lost.

She even found her on Facebook.In this world, there is no one named "Zeng Xinyan" on Facebook. Her name is too unique, but the name "Zhou Qingchun" is countless.

Zhou Qingchun was almost certain that Zeng Xinyan didn't have a Facebook page, nor was he active on the Internet.

Zeng Xinyan, where are you?Where are you?Are you still in France?

Zhou Qingchun was always asking herself in her dreams, she occasionally dreamed that she was back in Paris, and the most mysterious thing was that she had dreamed more than once that the little black cat on Zeng Xinyan's store signboard turned into a living cat. Only real cats.What exactly does this imply?

Sometimes Zhou Qingchun would make fun of herself. She laughed at herself for being too affectionate, so that she thought that others must be the same.To Zeng Xinyan, she must be just a passerby.

After waiting for a long time and failing again and again, she gradually accepted the fact that Zeng Xinyan didn't want her as a friend at all.

On the coming Sunday, Zhou Qingchun was invited by the newspaper to attend a reader exchange meeting named "Encounter with the Taiyin".

At the meeting, Zhou Qingchun shared his creative journey with readers.

In a 10-minute speech, she made the following summary of her story: "It is the most beautiful poem in life for a person to meet the person who makes his heart beat It is often an endless period of waiting and longing. Maybe one day, you will be shocked to realize that this person has left you nothing..."

In the following time, readers raised many questions about love, and Zhou Qingchun expressed his views one by one.

"Tai Yin, although the process of your story is beautiful, why do you always leave regrets in the end? Don't tell me that in your concept of love, there is no happy and beautiful combination of two emotions?"

After "Beautiful Encounter", Zhou Qingchun wrote two other short love stories. Although each has different stories and characters, the central idea and soul remain the same forever.