After six o'clock in Paris time, that is, zero o'clock on the 22nd, Beijing time, I could finally get out of the pain temporarily and go to the piano bar with my friends.
I haven't been out for a long time, I am in a bad mood, and I have encountered a natural disaster in the country. Almost forgot what Parisian romance looks like. I saw the Seine River, cruise ships, many layers of clouds in the sky, the sunset passed through, the refracted light was beautiful, and the river surface was golden.
From the 12th to the 21st, I have been crying for 10 days in a row. I don’t dare to look at things whose titles are sensational, I don’t dare to see any live photos, I don’t dare to watch Chen Luyu’s live reports, I just read the posts of netizens. Weeping every day.
At the party that day, Faye Wong came out to sing a song. She, Yang Naiwen and Eason Chan are all my favorite singers. The host asked Eason Chan, as soon as he opened his mouth, he didn't say anything, and my tears flowed down.
Nung, moon and new moon. Tears are really low these days.
After waiting for a while at the St. Michel Fountain, everyone arrived. Let's go to the bar.
Many houses were full of people, and the seats were long gone, and people were standing with wine glasses.
Finally, I found a house with an empty table, and a board was placed at the door, and it was written that the Chelsea and Manchester United final would start at nine o'clock. Go in and sit down. Deafening speakers broadcast the passionate commentary of French football commentators.
The four of us ordered a cup each, and I still chose 1664, my favorite.
The three of them knew each other, but I didn't know the Colombian boy and the French girl. They tell jokes about people they know each other, and I get goosebumps when I hear their names. Just tilted my head to watch TV, fighting on the green field.
Just one player from Manchester United headed the goal and scored. The screams of the narrator and the screams of the people in the bar. It seems that the patrons of this bar are all Red Devils, I only see laughter, no sadness.
The Blue Army counterattacked several times, and every sigh on the TV was amplified countless times through the speakers.
The Colombian asked if he liked football, but neither St. Lam nor Amelia liked it, and he said he didn't either. Ask me and I said I came to France for Zidane.
The game is over. The music performance begins. There is a small stage in the corner of the bar, just across from our table. One person plays drums and lead vocals, and one person plays electric guitar with backing vocals. At first I saw that the back of his guitar was black, and I also said that his guitar was about the same size as mine, but when I turned it to the front, it was a big red one, and it didn't look like it.
English love songs and French love songs, very pop, very European and American, very improvisational, cooperate well, above third-rate. I listened, and I was stunned. Amelie asked me if I was tired and wanted to sleep. It's true that I went to bed at 2:30 this morning and got up at 8:30 to go to class, but it's been like this recently, and I'm seriously lacking sleep.
I'm just writing poetry, in my head, and it's classical poetry. Another divination calculator:
Wusi dyes autumn frost, competes with worry fee, who did the red makeup for that day, smiles and springs light , but now I am relieved, my blindness is also lost, and I compete for cloud green and xia yellow, and it will not be long before
I become my hometown
The flowers that had been making trouble on the campus before were all thanked, and seeing the fallen flowers all over the place, I felt that spring had passed away for the first time. In spring, beauty is also short-lived. Tonight I was in a bar in Paris, drinking beer with people from Asia, Europe and Latin America, listening to white men singing English songs, filling my heart with ancient Chinese words. Weird mix, but true.
After drinking, we walked on the new bridge. The Shinbashi lovers have left here. The ending of the movie seems to be happy, they are together again, but one of the male protagonist's hands has been abolished, and they have experienced a lot of things between them, and they are no longer simple.
Stepping on my favorite art bridge, sitting on the boardwalk and watching people come and go. Seeing a few of my Italian and Spanish neighbors and thinking how small Paris is. When I called them, I found that I couldn't pronounce any of their names, so I was silent, leaving only my open mouth facing the cold late spring night.
Take the subway and go back. A group of people in red uniforms in the carriage cheered and sang loudly. It is already midnight.
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