He Siyi was already pecked several times by Cheng Haoran while she was in such a trance. When she reacted, she quickly pushed him. Cheng Haoran cooperated and fell back to the position where he was lying just now, with a smile full of success.
"Scoundrel!" He Siyi angrily slapped him with a book.
Cheng Haoran refused to dodge and let her vent her anger.
He Siyi took a few pats to relieve her anger. She didn't dare to suggest him to do exercises to consume his energy to treat insomnia, so she obediently started reading to him.
The book she was reading was also about Notre Dame de Paris. It was an unofficial history and looked more interesting than the orthodox history books. She didn't care whether Cheng Haoran could understand it or not, so she just read from where she just saw it.
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Unofficial History was in French, so He Siyi read it to him in French. French is a particularly romantic language, beautiful and melodious, and He Siyi's voice is very good. Listening to Cheng Haoran's ears made his heart itch, like feathers.
Brush gently.
After listening, Cheng Haoran fell into sleep and really fell asleep.
He Siyi didn't hear any movement for a while, so she stopped and turned her head to see that the man next to her was already fast asleep.
I really feel sleepy just listening to the book.
He Siyi smiled silently. It was already getting late. She was going to visit Notre Dame Cathedral tomorrow. She didn't plan to stay up late. She closed the book with a bookmark and dimmed the lights in the room before sliding into the quilt.
The bed was very big, and there was a distance between the two of them. He Siyi looked sideways at his sleeping face, her heart was quiet and beautiful. She never thought that one day they would be in this situation when they slept in the same bed.
Next, it’s a bit funny and very happy.
Unconsciously, He Siyi also fell asleep with Cheng Haoran's handsome sleeping face.
Both of them slept extremely peacefully. The next morning, Cheng Haoran woke up first. He got out of bed lightly without waking He Siyi. He kissed her good morning between her eyebrows and went to cook.
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He Siyi woke up an hour later. When she woke up, there was no one around her. She smiled slightly, got up and washed up. When she went downstairs, she smelled the aroma of rice, and the smile on her lips became deeper.
"Get up, let's eat." Cheng Haoran had just finished cooking.
"What did you do?" He Siyi came over and asked.
Cheng Haoran motioned for her to see for herself.
He Siyi opened the lid of the Western food and said in surprise: "Pancakes and fruits."
This used to be her favorite food. When she was very poor, she would be very happy if she could eat pancakes and fruit every day. Now that she has no shortage of money, she still likes to eat this the most.
But I haven’t eaten it since I came to Paris. This kind of authentic snack can only be eaten when you return home.
"Eat it quickly. Eggs, ham and lettuce are added." Cheng Haoran pointed to the cup: "There is also soy milk."
Pancakes and fruit with soy milk, this is a perfect combination.
He Siyi's appetite was instantly whetted. She hadn't eaten pancakes for a long time.
Cheng Haoran also sat down to eat with her. He Siyi's appetite had not been very good in the past two days, so he learned to make pancakes and fruit. He failed many times before he learned it, and Ye Lancheng even criticized her.
What happened was that he remembered that Ye Lancheng was a good cook, so he humbly asked how to make pancakes and fruit.
Ye Lancheng retorted at that time: "I'm not a pancake and fruit seller, how do I know?"
"Don't you know how to cook? Can't you make pancakes?" Cheng Haoran asked.
Ye Lancheng laughed: "My wife doesn't like pancakes, why should I know how to make them?"
Cheng Haoran:......
That makes sense.
Cheng Haoran, who had not been able to ask for advice from his cousin, went to the Internet to download the video tutorial. The first time he saw it, his eyes knew it, the second time he knew it, his mind knew it, and the third time his hands didn't know it, and then came the third time.
Four times, five times, six times... After failing ten times, he finally got the trick. The first success will lead to subsequent successes.
He Siyi ate a lot of breakfast. After the meal, Cheng Haoran asked her to go back to the room to change clothes. After he finished cleaning the kitchen, he took her to Notre Dame de Paris.
An hour later, Cheng Haoran drove He Siyi to Notre Dame Cathedral in his flashy and high-profile sports car.
Notre Dame de Paris has been closed to tourists since it was mercilessly burned by fire. He Siyi was still able to enter thanks to Xie Yuxuan's light, but she could not get too close to the burned place to avoid a secondary collapse and injuring her.
The two stood at the door of the church and looked inside. The originally solemn and sacred church had been burned beyond recognition. The neat chairs that should have been placed were only a pile of ashes. No believers could be heard in the lonely church.
The chanting leaves only the sad regret and vicissitudes of life.
He Siyi stood outside and could still vaguely see the cross in the church. She couldn't help but cross her fingers and tap on her chest. Her chin dropped slightly and she closed her eyes lightly, praying to God to protect her from being infected with HIV.
"Why did you start praying?" Cheng Haoran asked after she finished praying.
"I hope God will bless me." He Siyi blinked.
Cheng Haoran chuckled: "God is in heaven, I am by your side, I just need to protect you."
"That's different." He Siyi shook her head.
"It's different. You can't reach God, but you can reach me at any time." Cheng Haoran followed the good deeds.
He Siyi glared at him.
Cheng Haoran immediately made a gesture to seal his mouth obediently.
He Siyi hummed softly and turned to another place.
Cheng Haoran followed closely and asked, "Have you found any design inspiration?"
"The inspiration has been there for a long time, but I always feel like there's still something missing." He Siyi said with some distress.
"How do you say that?" Cheng Haoran asked.
He Siyi did not answer but asked: "What do you think God represents?"
Cheng Haoran thought for a while and said: "Salvation and forgiveness, don't they say God redeems mankind and forgives sinners? It's similar to Buddha, who saves all sentient beings."
He Siyi nodded: "Yes, God is synonymous with redemption and forgiveness. But do believers believe in God just because God can redeem them, forgive them, and take them to heaven after they die?"
"Isn't it funny to eat fasting and chant Buddha's name while alive, just to go to heaven after death? Life only lasts for more than a hundred years. I don't want to think about how to live more comfortably, but I think about what will happen after death every day. I can't understand it."
Cheng Haoran sneered.
When he said this, He Siyi had already taken several steps forward. After hearing this, he suddenly stopped and looked back at Cheng Haoran behind him.
The late autumn sunshine cast a gentle light on Cheng Haoran's body, as if it had coated him with a layer of golden light. She looked at him against the light, and his facial features were hidden in the sunlight, blurry and sacred, like a dream, like an illusion, like real or fake.
He was like a beam of light, her light of hope. Looking at him, she gained a lot of courage in her heart to face the unknown future and results.
A ray of hope!
An idea flashed in He Siyi's mind, and the vague inspirations that had been troubling her were clearly revealed in front of her, as if a layer of fog had been cleared away.