The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

Standing on the streets of Paris, Ivy went out for a stroll after finding a place to live.

Thanks to Arthur, she lives with the parents of one of my brother’s college friends. The old lady’s name is Julianne, and the old man’s name is Dominique. They are two kind and kind old people with flushed faces. They have no shortcomings except that they are more gossip and chatterers. .

Of course, this is also a common problem of the French. Holding a cup of coffee and grabbing a snack, you can sit by the fireplace and chat for a day and a night.

Their only son is currently studying literature in Italy, and the old couple are as lonely as Old Man Goriot.

Therefore, I was very pleased with Ivy's arrival, and arranged for her a warm room on the second floor facing the street.

The decoration is clean, the wallpaper on the wall is lilies in full bloom, and the incense is still the sweet smell of gardenia.

Pushing open the window, you can see the Tuileries Palace standing in the distance, and the Seine River flowing nearby. Many people are leisurely watching the scenery and drinking coffee every day, and they often walk around with huge picture frames. workers.

Ivy stood by the Notre-Dame Bridge, watching the silhouette sink into the water after sunset, leaving speckled traces and splashing snow-white unknown birds.

The air smells different here than in London.

It is gentle and reserved, with the smell of metal and fireworks in the factory from time to time.And this place should be because it is far away from the industrial area, lingering with the strong aroma of coffee, and the pleasant feeling of openness and brightness.

There was the dull whine of a ship behind her, and she turned around, but accidentally bumped into a passing pedestrian.

In an instant, half of the coffee in his hand was spilled, spilling it all over the poor man's body.Suddenly, a beautiful black satin coat was splashed with brown liquid, completely ruined.

"I'm so sorry!" Ai Wei hurriedly nodded and bowed, and said sorry repeatedly, "You can see how much you have to pay, and pay the original price. I will never blink my eyes."

"It's okay, I disturbed the lady, I should be the one to apologize to you, but now I'm turning against the customer."

His voice was obviously gloomy, but it sounded brisk, and one couldn't help but be infected by his humor.

Ivy couldn't help but look up, and found that his pupil color was actually very similar to her own, they were all pure ocean blue.

Although he is not tall, only about 1.7 meters, he is good-looking, and he smells of cologne with blood orange basil. He is an attractive young man.

"You are so polite, how can I feel sorry for it?" Ivy raised the corner of her lips, Ruoyou glanced at him sideways, and then lowered her head.

"How about this..." The man simply took off his coat, "Please wash the stain off for me, and return it to me."

"This is my address." He took out the note paper and pen in his pocket, scribbled a few lines, and handed it to her.

"No. 8, Avenue Saint-Germain, Sixth Arrondissement." She took the note, held it in her hand, and read it aloud.

It is a settlement where many aristocrats built residences, and there are many places such as cafes and gallery pubs, which have always been filled with a high-end artistic atmosphere.

"Should you be a nobleman?"

"Forget it, an unknown little nobleman or something, fortunately enough to be oblivious to everyone, so as not to lose his head in the Great Revolution."

The man replied in a joking tone. He seemed to be quite interested in Ivy, looking at her beautiful face unobtrusively, without concealing the surprise in his eyes.

"Judging from Miss's appearance and accent, she should be from England, right?" He should have seen Ivy's origin at a glance, but he didn't make it clear until now.

"Yes, I'm from London, England."

"Looking at Miss's appearance and behavior, she must also come from a prominent family."

Ivy smiled politely: "I can't talk about eminence, but our surname Wellesley has indeed been passed down for a long time, and it has a certain reputation in Ireland."

"Wellesley?" the man repeated in English playfully, "It sounds very old, but you look young and energetic, which is quite different from that dead country."

There was a bit of contempt and arrogance in his tone, and it was obviously disrespectful to make such an evaluation in front of Ivy.

"That's naturally not comparable to your country. It took only four years to send the king to the guillotine. I dare say which dynasty can withstand such a change at this speed."

Ivy's obvious tit-for-tat made him laugh.

When he smiled, his thin lips turned up like crescent moons, and a glimmer of light flickered between his pupils, as if he could see everything he saw, hiding conspiracy and scheming under the seemingly calm and calm surface.

She knew he was different from everyone she had ever met before.So she wasn't quite sure if she could get what she wanted from him.But try to deal with it, there are always more surprises than expected.

The man seemed to want to leave the topic, he looked down and saw the cat circling behind Ivy.

He should also be a cat lover. His eyes were full of surprise and appreciation: "Your pet is as charming as you. I dare say that there is no second such interesting cat in Gaul."

"Thank you, sir."

"This cat should be very precious, such a breed is really rare." He said.

"It's a Siamese cat from Southeast Asia, and it hasn't spread in our Europe."

Seeing how interested he was in Arthur's cat, Ivy suddenly felt like laughing.

A ray of light flashed across her pupils slyly, and she leaned on the bridge railing with great interest, watching the man in front of her lift up his clothes and squat down to pet the cat named after her brother.

"Does it have a name?"

"Arthur..."

"Arthur?" He took the cat into his arms, stroking the snow-white soft fur with purple spots, "very cute cat, with beautiful eyes, just like you."

"Thank you..." Ivy suppressed her smile, "It was a gift from my brother."

"Your brother?" The man raised his eyebrows, "He has such excellent taste, he must also be a person with outstanding talent."

"Yes, he is indeed very talented. In my opinion, he is no less than anyone in the contemporary world."

"Oh?" The man smiled, "If there is a chance, I hope Miss can introduce your brother to me. I always like to make friends with smart people."

"Am I unworthy?"

Ai Wei stood by the bridge and smiled slightly, perhaps unintentionally, suddenly revealing the deep butterfly bone next to the collar, as if hiding a vast ocean.

"Of course I didn't mean that. It's an honor to meet you by chance. It would be an even more pleasant surprise if I could be your friend."

"That's what I should say."

"That's really great." The man stretched out his hand towards her, "I heard that in half a month, the first ruler will hold a ball at the Palace of Fontainebleau to entertain all the nobles and emerging bourgeois in Paris. See you there."