"Ding Dong."

"..."

On the soft big bed of the hotel, Di Wei opened her eyes in confusion.

But it soon closed again.

She was already sleepy.

Who would send a message at this evil hour?

I wonder if it's delaying my brother's sleep?

She wrapped herself in a quilt and turned over, seemingly planning to continue sleeping.

The room became quiet again.

But less than ten seconds passed.

She suddenly opened her eyes again.

She didn't know what her psychology was, but she still stretched out her hand from the quilt and picked up the charging mobile phone on the bedside table.

Pressed the HOME button.

The screen lights up.

In the dark room, the light from the screen that suddenly came on stung her eyes slightly.

She unconsciously closed one eye and glanced at it with the other.

[WeChat], you have a new message.

"..."

Because of the discomfort of the screen brightness, she turned off the phone again.

The room fell into darkness again.

But soon, a faint sound came from the darkness.

"Crack."

The desk lamp turns on.

Si Wei half-squinted her eyes and unlocked the screen.

Only then did she remember to look at the time.

It's okay if I don't look at it... When I look at it, I realize that it's almost 1 o'clock.

In fact, she usually sleeps late.

My habit before going to bed is to check my phone for a while and check Weibo or something.

Then I go to bed around 12 o'clock.

But she didn't sleep so late today because she was playing with her mobile phone.

Instead, I used my iPad to watch "The Old Man and the Sea".

At around 11 o'clock, she returned to the hotel and washed up. According to her habit, she would check her phone and Weibo for a while before going to bed.

But lying on the bed, she couldn't calm down.

The reason is unknown.

Maybe...it's because this hotel is very famous.

After all, Brother Cong gave her some popular science in the car. This is the oldest hotel in France, and many historical celebrities have stayed there...

Moreover, this hotel can indeed give people a sense of that... European and American aristocratic atmosphere that she has only seen in movies.

In such an environment, when she thought about the room where she slept, she might have slept with a certain celebrity or artist in history... She felt like... traveling through time and space.

It was as if the next second, after the sound of the toilet flushing in the bathroom, Madame Curie would come to her with a bottle of radium to talk about radiation.

That feeling is really strange.

It should be the fault of "Midnight in Paris".

But... through Brother Cong's explanation, she really liked this movie.

And with this feeling, she was looking at the modern electronic equipment in front of her, looking at the strange news or funny pictures on Weibo... and suddenly she felt like she was wasting her time.

In "Midnight in Paris", Hemingway was thinking about the novel late at night.

The male protagonist appreciates the beauty of Paris in the immortal era of 1920 late at night.

But at this moment, in this hotel rich in history and culture, I was actually scrolling through Weibo...

Suddenly, she felt a little disgusted with herself.

So, she used her iPad to find Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea" on the Internet.

This is the behavior she can think of that is most in line with the artistic heritage of this hotel and this room.

Unfortunately, IPAD is not a paper book.

But...at least I didn't waste my time.

So, she used her IPAD and kept seeing that she was sleepy, so she turned off the light and went to sleep.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I lay down, someone sent me a message.

While thinking about it, she opened WeChat.

And after seeing that the sender was "Brother Cong", for no reason, she seemed to feel at ease.

It seemed that my act of getting up from the bed and turning on the desk lamp to fight off the difficulties was not in vain.

Just like the big marlin that made the old man wait for 84 days.

Clicking on the chat box, she saw the message:

"Brother Qi, have you slept?"

"without."

She responded quickly.

Then he added:

"Brother Cong, why aren't you sleeping yet?"

But Wang Sicong didn't reply to her.

Soon, photos appeared one after another on her phone.

9 photos.

All of them appeared on the mobile phone.

Si Wei subconsciously clicked on the first one.

It was taken inside the Pleyel Concert Hall.

She actually forgot about it.

It seems...I asked him for it at that time, but he didn't send it to me.

right?

Brother Cong, did you just remember this?

Hey, it turns out that Brother Cong also has a mysterious lake... huh?

Suddenly, Di Wei was stunned.

wrong.

This photo is wrong.

After identifying it, she immediately discovered...this photo had been photoshopped.

In other words, it has been repaired.

In the photo, she is tall and has long legs... and she can objectively comment on "very beautiful" in a non-narcissistic and affirmative manner.

However, as a female artist, she knows the difference between raw photos and beautified photos.

This photo has definitely been photoshopped.

Moreover, the person who took the photos of P is quite good at handling all aspects of the photos very delicately.

Could it be Brother Cong who did it?

He specially selected the best-looking one and gave it to me after it was ready?

As soon as the idea came to her mind, she subconsciously swiped the screen.

The second photo was read as a model and displayed in the same way.

It was still the same position, but she changed her posture slightly.
To be continued...