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Chapter 785 I'm afraid that the gossip is not enough?

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    Jiang Tingchun sent a question mark directly, followed by a voice call.

    "Doris, what do you mean?"

    Her tone was extremely confusing, she knew it without thinking, she must be frowning tightly, "I'm afraid that the scandal is not enough?"

    If Gu Wanyan appeared in Frankfurt at this time, I don't know how many people would have to imagine.

    "How could a reporter take pictures of me." Gu Wanyan didn't care, I'm not that popular yet.  Besides, so what if I was photographed?  I'm here to pick up the wind, not to revisit the old place.  "

    It seemed reasonable to say so, Jiang Tingchun was too lazy to argue with him, "Then do whatever you want, as long as you don't lose it."

    Gu Wanyan found that the gold agent she had hired was more and more intent on letting her go.

    Shaking her head, she hung up the phone and informed Wu Jiaren of their next stop by the way.

    Wu Jiaren is very casual about this, anyway, she will go wherever Gu Wanyan goes.

    It is best to take the train from Paris to Frankfurt, because the two countries are adjacent.

    They set off from the central railway station and arrived in Frankfurt by train for four hours.

    When I walked out of the train station, it was raining lightly, and the sky was gloomy, covering this elegant and retro city.

    Gu Wanyan squatted down, gathered the clothes for the two children, and then took a taxi to find the hotel according to the previously booked homestay.

    They wanted to stay here for a while, so they found a small villa directly, stood on the second floor, opened the window and could see the Main River flowing outside.

    There is a Gothic-style iron bridge over the river. She and Huo Hanting once walked side by side on this bridge.

    The villa I lived in at the beginning seems to be not too far from here, and I can vaguely overlook the spire.

    Think about it and Niannian have adapted to the life in the West, and they are very happy to return to the familiar living environment, running around on the green grass in the yard, regardless of the drizzle falling on their hair.

    Gu Wanyan was worried that they might catch a cold, so she immediately called them in.

    The two little guys were lying on the windowsill watching the rain.

    Gu Wanyan inspected the villa, found a piano, played it twice, and relaxed her brows.

    She took the recording equipment with her and put them in front of the window when she entered a new place.

    The light rain was pattering down, hitting the river surface in a series of ding ding dong dong.

    Gu Wanyan watched, feeling excited, took an umbrella and went out.

    Pedestrians on the road are in a hurry, and few walk towards her so slowly.

    But she is indeed not rushing, but enjoying the rain.

    The rain gradually became heavier and splashed the sides of her shoes, but she didn't care, and walked straight to the iron bridge with an umbrella.

    The rain sprinkled the entire River Main, the spire of the church was submerged in black, and the whole world was foggy.

    Except for the pedestrians, she is the only one who stands still on this bridge.

    However, there is a romance of being alone.

    The fresh air is mixed with the breath of rain, which cools into the bone marrow.

    Gu Wanyan looked intently for a while and then looked away, ready to walk forward again, but she glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw densely packed locks on the bridge.

    She stretched out her hand and squeezed one to take a look. It was engraved with the names of the lovers, and the rain washed on it, but the traces became more and more clear.

    How many people have traveled here and believed in the rumor that "locking together can last until death"?

    Not everyone believes it, but everyone hopes that the love they give will have a bright future.

    She sighed, put down her hands, suddenly felt a lack of interest, turned and left.

    When she went back, Wu Jiaren cooked, she fell asleep after eating a little, and woke up the next day, the weather had turned cloudy.

    The wind blew through the treetops, bringing a low cry, and there was a gleam of light in the sky, and the sun behind the cloudy clouds could be vaguely seen.

    Gu Wanyan packed up her things and went out again. There are more pedestrians on the road today, and there are also craftsmen performing arts on the street.

    The accordion is played very enthusiastically, and there is a kind of chicness in it that has traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers.

    She stopped and listened for a while, and the audience around her changed batch after batch, but she remained motionless, her eyes resting on the other musical instruments beside him.

    The black-haired, black-eyed Jew seemed to see what she was thinking and invited her to try playing.

    Gu Wanyan hesitated for a moment, but still did not refuse the enthusiastic smile of the unshaven foreigner, she sat down on the public bench beside her,Then hugged a guitar.

    The craftsman stopped playing and applauded her.

    Gu Wanyan tried to pluck a few notes and then began to play, plucking the strings lightly with her fingers.  She's improvising, inspired by last night's rain and the artisan she just heard playing.

    Singing the saddest song with the most enthusiastic tune is a helpless look back on the years.

    Gu Wanyan would occasionally be distracted and wonder what Huo Hanting was doing?

    He probably came to Europe because he had serious business to do, and now he may still be surrounded by a group of secretaries in suits and leather shoes, shuttling through the CBD building, stepping on the shiny floor, serving world-class rare red wine, and various  Celebrities on the road analyze economic and market trends.

    And she was wearing the most common long skirt, with loose long hair and no makeup, holding an acoustic guitar that has been exposed to the wind and the sun and traveled across the country.

    They seem to be people from two worlds.

    But she was playing a song for him on the street, singing softly.

    At the end of the song, the craftsman applauded first, and there was also warm applause from around. Gu Wanyan smiled, thanked softly in English, put down the guitar, and walked away.

    The weather seemed to be clearer again, and her mood also opened up a bit.

    After recording the song just now, Gu Wanyan thought that Wu Jiaren's new single should be available.

    Unknowingly, she walked to the iron bridge again, and a peddler was selling products to her. She squatted down to look, and heard a sound next to her. When she looked up, she found that someone was cleaning the locks on the bridge.

    Gu Wanyan was startled for a moment, but then she understood.

    There are countless people who come here every year. If no one comes to clean these locks, there may be no place on the bridge.

    But now that it has been cleaned up, can those wishes of "locking up for a lifetime" still come true?

    Gu Wanyan sighed, lost interest in picking things, got up and walked to the bridge, watching people clean up those locks,

    The wind gently licked her long hair, she put her hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, strolled over, her eyes flicked across the rows of locks, and then she picked a place where she could see the church behind, squatted down to take a picture,  At least give the locks that are about to be cleaned a little bit of commemoration.

    She squatted down to take a picture, pointed her mobile phone at the bridge, and gradually focused on the background after a bit of flickering.

    After adjusting the structure of the photo, Gu Wanyan moved to the side and refocused. When she was about to take a photo, her hand suddenly stopped.

    She stared at one of the locks in the picture, then slowly raised her head, her eyes penetrated the camera and landed on the real thing.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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