In the Paris apartment, Huo Yu was wearing several warm towels on his hands. Zhang Ma was at the side, changing the cold towels for her, and said: "Miss, why do you have to work so hard? It took so long. How can you use your arms without pain?"
Huo Yu smiled: "It's okay, I'm fine. I'll feel comfortable after applying it."
"Ding dong"
The doorbell rang. Zhang Ma put the towel on Huo Yu's arm and walked over to open the door.
"Mr. Luo, are you here?"
"Well, I'll bring some good things to Yudiao'er. Is she here?"
"Here, please come in."
Huo Yu sat on the sofa, minding her own business and changing her towel. After someone came in, she took a look at the person coming in: "Luo Fan? Why are you here?"
The man named Luo Fan was the thin man who talked to Huo Yu under the Eiffel Tower that day. Later, Huo Yu found out that he and he went to the same school. They liked the same painting style and admired the same painter. , and she was still following the same tutor, but Luo Fan came to Paris a year earlier than her.
As time went by, the two became familiar with each other.
Luo Fan reached out and knocked on the bag he was holding: "Good stuff, but what's wrong with your hands?"
"without… "
"Miss, I have been painting all day today and haven't rested for a moment. My arms are always raised, so of course I am tired."
Luo Fan sat down next to Huo Yu and stared at her arm: "If you don't mind, let me rub it for you. Always raising your hands to draw can easily compress the nerves. If the compression lasts for a long time, problems will occur. "
"Do you know how to massage?"
Luo Fan smiled: "I know a little bit."
After getting up and going to the bathroom to wash his hands, Luo Fan asked Zhang Ma to prepare a clean towel and put it on Huo Yu's shoulders.
His fingers gently rubbed Huo Yu's shoulders: "Does it hurt if you pinch it like this?"
"A little bit sore."
Across the towel and without direct skin contact, Huo Yu could barely accept that such a man was so far away from him.
I massaged it for more than ten minutes, and after a period of tingling pain, I felt that my whole shoulder and arm were much more alive.
"You really have a way with it, thank you."
Luo Fan smiled, showing his white teeth: "Look what I brought you."
Opening the bag, a familiar package appeared in front of Huo Yu. Her eyes immediately lit up: "Chili sauce? How do you know I like to eat this?"
"Do you like it? I just see that you like spicy food, and this brand of chili sauce tastes good, but you can just like it."
"Mama Zhang, Ma Zhang, come on, use this to stir-fry diced chicken tonight. If you don't have diced chicken, you can make diced pork."
"Okay, Miss has not been so happy for a long time."
There were three cans of chili sauce in the bag Luofan brought. Huo Yu held the small bottle in his hand. After a burst of excitement, he felt a little empty. It turned out that besides Shen Mo, someone else would give her this thing.
Luo Fan likes spicy food as much as she does, and doesn't like anything spicy, but in fact, that person doesn't like food at all. It's because of her that he eats spicy food with her and goes to a Sichuan restaurant.
"Raindrops? What's wrong with you? Why are you so dazed?"
"No...it's nothing. You can stay and eat together."
"Okay, that's my pleasure."
Is it true that no one can live without anyone
There seems to be nothing wrong with being alone in Paris for so long? As long as you arrange yourself fully and don't let yourself be idle, in fact, your life will be like this.