Chapter 21 19

【platform】 We climbed up to Montmartre in the early morning fog, Mi Rui walked in front, I held on to the railing, looked at the collar of her coat, and tried to keep up.She turned right onto a cobbled street and turned left abruptly. Do you know where we are going? maybe. But you are not Parisian. right. We walked down winding streets, climbed stone steps, stepped past the shadows of some apartment buildings, and came to a flat area on the side of the hill with an open sky.There are rows of crops in the chain-link fence, and we walk along the fence until we reach the gate, and Miri pulls on the handle.

locked up. what's inside Vineyards, Montmartre Vineyards.They do an event every year where you drink wine. She let go of the doorknob. Forget it, their wine isn't good anyway.Give me the camera, and I'll take a picture for you, at least as a souvenir. I handed her the camera and stood awkwardly in the doorway.Mi Rui laughed. Tristan, you gotta laugh, last night wasn't that bad. I laughed, and Mi Rui took a picture.We went down the hill towards Abbessplatz. Do you need a nap before getting on the train? I nod.I'm afraid I should go back to the hotel. certainly.We are not far from the subway station

Mi Rui looked down at the ground, walking with her hands in her pockets. Suddenly, she looked up at me.I want to ask you, what you said in the bar, British lawyers and inheritances, is it a joke? no. The British soldier and his lover, and the letter you found in Sweden, are real? It's all true. Mi Rui nodded.I want to make sure. We walked quietly through the streets.Mi Rui said: I hope you can find what you are looking for in Picardy. Abbessplatz has arrived.The square was empty, the leaves of the sycamore were blown off by the breeze, and the carousel was covered with plastic sheets.After a night of drinking, I felt thirsty, so I drank water from the cast iron fountain with my hand and spilled a lot on my shoes.While I was drinking water, Mi Rui walked around the square, stopped by the trash can, reached in and took a newspaper, and showed it to me proudly.The paper was so well folded that no one seemed to have read it.

She handed me the newspaper and said in French: English newspaper.Said in English again: It was yesterday, but it doesn't matter. Mi Rui led me into the subway. There was an Art Nouveau-style casting above the subway entrance gate. We walked down the long winding staircase and passed a platform where the stairs split into two directions, leading to different platforms.One side of the car was going to Chapel Gate, the other was going to Meredith. Mi Rui said: I am in a different direction from you. A faint smile appeared on her face. Do you have something for me to write on? She wrote the phone number on the title page of my notebook in red pen, in a scribbled, illegible way.

Is the word 8?if i don't understand There was a rumbling train passing by below, Mi Rui sighed helplessly and shook her head, looking at me, waiting for the noise to disappear. Why don't we go to Picardy together?I wasn't leaving until Friday, but it doesn't matter if I skip a few classes.In this way, you can stay with my grandfather's house instead of staying in a youth hostel. I watched Mi Rui close the note and hand it back to me. I've been thinking about this all night.But I've had too much to drink to make up my mind, and Claire would kill me if she found out.So I waited until now to tell you, and now I'm sure.We can take your bus to Amiens, just a few more stops.

I wrote down the time of my bus and tore it up for her. She said: See you on the platform. I walked to the platform towards Meredith, found a bench and sat down, opened my notebook to read Mi Rui's words, and then closed the notebook with a smile.A gust of warm wind blew through the station, and I raised my head to see Mi Rui sitting on a bench on the opposite platform, facing the empty tunnel.Here comes my car.I got in the car, opened the map, and looked at where to change to Line 8, only to find that the car on Mi Rui's platform would not go to her house, and would only go north of Paris.To go home she should take the same train as me, only one stop, and change at Pigalle.Unless she doesn't want to ride with me.

I put the map back in my pocket.I don't want to worry about such things. The youth hostel was cleaning so my room was locked, but the front desk staff made it easy for me to go in and get my luggage.I slept for two hours in the luggage room piled with old mattresses. Half an hour before the departure, I arrived at the North Railway Station, bought two croissants and two cups of lattes at the bakery inside the station, and took out the newspaper Mi Rui gave me, the International Herald Tribune.The headlines all looked familiar: US elections coming, emergency in Gaza, suicide attacks in Iraq.

I folded the newspaper, put it under my arm, and looked up at the huge timetable of the station. This timetable is black, and the names of each station will be opened one by one. If I want to kill time, I can guess the station by looking at the first letter. Name, always guessing wrong. Brussels-South Station Rotterdam Amsterdam London Waterloo Longo Amiens Abbeville Etaple Boulogne I walked into the platform and looked around, but Mi Rui was not here.It was one o'clock in three minutes, and I jogged across the platform, looking in the train windows until the conductor waved and whistled at me.I got on the car and walked through each compartment, and found Mi Rui in the last second-class compartment.

She sat by the window, with her feet up on the seat opposite, a sketchbook on her lap, and she picked up a pen and said to me: You think I won't come. I sat down across from her and handed her the paper bag containing cold coffee and croissants. It's so kind of you.She said: This is our breakfast, right?Sorry, I'm late and almost missed the bus. Did you sit in the wrong direction this morning? Mi Rui smiled and said: Just tell you that I am not from Paris.I've been feeling drunk all morning and I have a hundred things to do before I go.I went to the professor to talk about my assignment, and got into an argument in front of the class about going to Picardy.Tristan, I almost cried, it's so embarrassing

The train started to move, and Mi Rui closed the sketchbook. And that's not the worst.After class, he asked me to go to the office. He said, Mi Rui, I know your past and know that you are different from other students, but we must treat everyone equally.Maybe you're an artist, but that doesn't matter because you're immature, and whatever you want to achieve, you have to grow up first. I couldn't help laughing, Mi Rui looked at me. Do you agree with what he said? You're mature enough to be divorced and know fifteen ways to cook potatoes Seventeen kinds. Mi Rui laughed too.The train conductor entered the compartment to check the ticket, and I reached into my pocket.

My ticket only goes to Amiens, do I have to make up for it? Mi Rui shrugged.It's only a few stops away, maybe the fare is the same. Then ask.Do you want to read this newspaper separately? Mi Rui shook her head.Can I read the letter you mentioned? I took out my notebook, flipped to where Ashley's transcripts were, and handed it to her. I hope you can understand my words, some words are very cursive, I don’t know no problem.She told me not to worry.I like to read old letters. She spread the coat over her lap and began to read the letter.I opened the newspaper, but after the train left Paris I lost interest in what was in it.Outside the window, the urban area turns into the suburbs, and then the fields, and the breeze blows the fields and trees.There is a dark cloud in the distance, which seems to be carrying heavy rain, but I don't know whether it is coming here or further away.I folded up the newspaper and looked at the scenery instead.