Chapter 72 Paris Sunrise

Jiang Yanyu's home is right next to the Seine River. There are no tall buildings in front of the house, so from the sixth floor you can just see the Seine River and the ships passing by on the river from time to time.

There are two bedrooms in the house, one big and one small. The bed in the big bedroom is very wide, with a soft mattress underneath. Luo Qinglin felt relaxed as soon as he lay down on it.

Jiang Yanyu slept in a small bedroom. The bed was so small that he had to curl up his legs to lie down.

Luo Qinglin originally wanted to let Jiang Yanyu sleep in the big bedroom while he slept in the small bedroom, but Jiang Yanyu was not happy about it, saying that the small bedroom was where he slept when he was a child and he had to sleep there.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yanyu really curled up, lay on his side on the bed that was less than 1.8 meters long, covered himself with the quilt and fell asleep.

Luo Qinglin stood at the door, quietly looking at the huddled figure.

Did Jiang Yanyu sleep alone under the covers when he was a child, just like he does now?

Jiang Yanyu's past is like a net with a hole in it, and just a few words can reveal the taste of misfortune. Thinking of the little boy in the photo, Luo Qinglin's heart suddenly softened.

"Good night." Luo Qinglin said gently as he turned off the lights and the door.

"Good night." Jiang Yanyu still buried his head in the quilt, his voice muffled.

Before going to the master bedroom, Luo Qinglin first went to the shoe cabinet, took a photo of the group photo on it, and saved it in a private album.

The sound of the gurgling river outside the window was picked up by the wind. Luo Qinglin lay on the soft mattress. Because of the jet lag and Jiang Yanyu, he couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Jiang Yanyu's mother looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her.

I was tossing and turning, thinking about this and that. It was not until midnight that Luo Qinglin gradually fell asleep.

The night passed quickly and it was not yet six in the morning.

Luo Qinglin was dreaming that someone was speaking French to him but he couldn't understand it. Just as he was about to say "sorry", he was awakened by a strong shake.

"Are you speaking French even in your dreams now?" Jiang Yanyu pulled him up from the bed.

"Ha..." Luo Qinglin yawned drowsily, shook off Jiang Yanyu's hand, and fell back straight.

"Do we have to go out to watch the sunrise?" Luo Qinglin asked, rubbing his eyes.

Luo Qinglin slept late and drank a lot yesterday, so his eyes were so swollen that he couldn't open them.

Jiang Yanyu squatted down and moved closer. He stretched out his hand to pry open Luo Qinglin's eyelids and said word by word: "Hurry. Up. Get. Out. Of. Bed!"

When he opened his eyelids, Luo Qinglin's eyes were wide open with shock in them, which was so funny and cute that Jiang Yanyu couldn't help laughing.

"Hurry up and get up, or I'll take a picture of what you look like now and post it on Weibo," Jiang Yanyu threatened.

Luo Qinglin quickly stood up and shook off Jiang Yanyu's hand, "I'll get up, I'll get up right away!"

Jiang Yanyu was only wrapped in a bathrobe, and her short hair was fluffy and slightly messy. It was obvious that she had not styled or taken care of her hair.

Luo Qinglin rolled out of bed, stood up slowly, and said jokingly: "Aren't you going to watch the sunrise? Why don't you get up early and dress up like last time?"

"I'll be at home watching the sunrise soon, why should I style my hair?" Jiang Yanyu snorted coldly, "Besides, I spent so much time styling my hair last time, and you didn't even look at it."

Watching the sunrise at home?

Luo Qinglin looked out the window. A golden line had already appeared on the horizon. The deep blue and yellow colors in the sky intersected, providing a background color for the Eiffel Tower.

The sun had risen. Jiang Yanyu grabbed Luo Qinglin's wrist and ran out of the bedroom. "Let's go, to the balcony."

The balcony is very small, less than two square meters, with a night light on the ceiling. There is a small French dining table in the middle and two chairs next to it, which can only accommodate two people.

The small dining table is made of wood and is covered with tiny scratches. There are French, English, Pinyin and some small patterns that are difficult to understand in the scratches.

Luo Qinglin pulled over a chair and sat down, gently stroking the strange scratches with his hand.

"Alina", "JiangLiGang", "Louis", Luo Qinglin only recognized these names. He couldn't understand any of the rest of the French.

It seems that Jiang Yanyu's mother is called Alina. Luo Qinglin searched quickly in his mind, but couldn't find a woman named Alina.

Moving his gaze forward, Luo Qinglin pointed at one of the patterns and asked, "Did you draw these when you were a child?"

The design was crooked, with three vertical lines drawn in a slanted rectangle and "Louis" engraved in the lines.

Jiang Yanyu lowered his eyes, quickly glanced at the scratches, and continued to watch the sunrise. "At that time, I stayed at home all day, was bored, and drew randomly."

"You..." Luo Qinglin asked hesitantly, "Didn't you go to school at that time?"

Since he lived here before he was ten years old, he should be in elementary school, Luo Qinglin thought.

Jiang Yanyu yawned, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and replied: "I never went to elementary school. My mother didn't want others to see me, so she asked a teacher to come to my house to teach me."

Jiang Yanyu's tone was steady, as if he was talking about no big deal like "what to eat later" or "what time to go to bed at night".

Just a few words, the speaker may not care, but the listener will take it to heart.

Since Jiang Yanyu left here at the age of ten and left the Jiang family at the age of twelve...that is to say, Jiang Yanyu started school only after being taken to London by his grandmother? !

The crooked rectangles and curves in the pattern before my eyes looked more and more like a prison window, with little Louis locked inside.

Luo Qinglin felt a dull pain in his heart. He thought Jiang Yanyu had always been loved and welcomed wherever he went, but he never thought that Jiang Yanyu's past might be full of pain.

More and more morning sunshine leaked into the atmosphere, shining on the reflecting waves of the Seine.

The street lights gradually dimmed and the sun rose from the horizon, moving up along the Eiffel Tower.

Luo Qinglin quietly turned his head and peeked at Jiang Yanyu.

Jiang Yanyu probably didn't sleep well like him. There was a faint blue circle under his eyes and he yawned from time to time.

Why do you have to get up even if you are so sleepy? Why are you so obsessed with watching the sunrise?

The questions in my mind kept piling up one after another.

Luo Qinglin poked Jiang Yanyu's arm and asked tentatively: "Do you like watching the sunrise?"

"Um."

"Why?"

“Because it’s warm.”

The gorgeous sunlight broke through the clouds and pierced into our eyes, golden and dazzling. The whole city completely woke up from the darkness and was full of vitality.

The night in Paris was cold and windy, but at this time the morning sun was shining from the east, shining on people and bringing warmth.

"I like watching the sunrise here the most," Jiang Yanyu stared at the sun in the distance and asked, "Look, isn't it beautiful?"

The huge sun hid behind the iron tower, emitting dazzling light, as if it had coated the iron tower with a layer of natural gold, shining brilliantly.

"It's very beautiful." Luo Qinglin touched his pocket and subconsciously wanted to take a picture of the scene, but found that the phone was still in the master bedroom.

Luo Qinglin wanted to go back and get it, but was afraid of missing this brief sunrise.

As if sensing his hesitation, Jiang Yanyu handed him his phone and said, "Use my phone."

"Okay, thank you." Luo Qinglin took the phone, stood up, leaned against the railing and took pictures of the tower and the sunrise.

After adjusting the parameters and shutter speed, and taking a few pictures from different angles, Luo Qinglin was about to open the album to check the photos.

Although he had already read the chat history, Luo Qinglin still turned around and asked for permission, "Can I see the photo album?"

"It's up to you." Jiang Yanyu stood up and walked to the railing.

He opened the album and the last picture was displayed on the screen. Luo Qinglin slid forward and checked the pictures he had just taken one by one.

After sliding through a few sunrise photos, Luo Qinglin glanced at Jiang Yanyu, and seeing that he was still watching the sunrise and didn't notice him, he continued to slide forward stealthily.

The photos that were secretly viewed were all night views of Paris, and they should have been taken by Jiang Yanyu in the car yesterday.

After looking at a few photos, Luo Qinglin felt guilty for doing something bad. He cursed himself in his heart, forced himself to stop peeking, went back to select the sunrise photos, and sent them to his WeChat.

However, as soon as his chat page was opened, Luo Qinglin saw a strange chat background. The background image is dim and unclear, with only a blurry figure.

Who is this? Could it be Jiang Yanyu’s first love? !

Luo Qinglin held his breath, quietly turned up the brightness, and tried to see the person in the background picture clearly.

"What are you peeking at?" Jiang Yanyu glanced at Luo Qinglin's actions and suddenly leaned close to his ear and said.

!

Before he could see the picture clearly, Luo Qinglin was so frightened that he dropped the phone immediately and was about to fall downstairs.

Jiang Yanyu quickly reached out to catch the phone, then moved behind Luo Qinglin and put his other hand on his shoulder.

Holding the phone in front of Luo Qinglin, Jiang Yanyu leaned over, leaned against Luo Qinglin's neck and said, "So you were peeking at my chat background?"

After being caught peeking, Luo Qinglin nervously grasped the railing and lied, "I just wanted to send the photos to myself."

"Really? Then why do you adjust the brightness?" Jiang Yanyu asked.

“I can’t see the screen clearly.”

Jiang Yanyu chuckled, stared at Luo Qinglin's red earlobes and said, "Luo Qinglin has presbyopia at such a young age, how pitiful."

As shame piled up, Luo Qinglin looked at the slightly rippling river surface, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Jiang Yanyu turned up the screen brightness, opened the album and switched to the original picture. "If you want to know who this is, why don't you just ask me?"

Luo Qinglin shifted his gaze back to the screen, which had turned up the brightness, and then he realized that the person in the photo was himself.

"You looked so cute when you were leaning against the car window yesterday, so I took a picture of it."

Jiang Yanyu rubbed Luo Qinglin's hair and said with a smile: "I don't know why the back of your head is so round."

Is he Jiang Yanyu's chat background?

Luo Qinglin subconsciously wanted to curl up the corners of his mouth, but reason made him hold back his smile, and deliberately said: "Why did you set me as the chat background? It's not pretty..."

"As long as I think it looks good, it's fine," Jiang Yanyu said with a sigh, "This is my background, not yours."

After he finished speaking, Jiang Yanyu turned on the camera and pointed the front camera at the two people's faces.

"What? Taking photos and posting them on Weibo again?" Luo Qinglin asked.

Click.

The shutter sounded, freezing Luo Qinglin's stupidly staring eyes and Jiang Yanyu's lively and cunning smile on the screen.

The lens didn't focus properly, so the photo was blurry, which was consistent with Jiang Yanyu's poor photography skills.

Picking up the photo and looking at it, Jiang Yanyu admired it for a moment and replied with satisfaction:

"I won't post it on Weibo, and I won't show it to anyone else. I'm going to set you as my wallpaper."

The author has something to say:

Luo Qinglin: Don’t you feel ashamed of being caught taking secret photos?

Jiang Yanyu: That’s great that you discovered it! Another photo (cheese!)