The Eiffel Tower is one of the attractions that tourists come to Paris.
She is a very famous landmark in Paris, and has even become a symbol of France in the eyes of the world.
Be sure to choose a clear night to see the Eiffel Tower.
Under the night, she will be covered with bright golden lights and become the most dazzling star that lights up the night of Paris. Every hour, the lights on the tower will start to flicker, like a waterfall of stars, fully interpreting the romantic and gorgeous night of Paris.
At nine o'clock on a summer night in Paris, the square under the tower is still full of people.
Cheng Kesong and Hugo came to the center of the square side by side, standing in the distance and looking up at the huge metal tower that was incomparably magnificent.
"Actually, there is a world-famous step in Paris that we didn't go to." Hugo said suddenly.
Cheng Ke Song laughed immediately: "I was thinking about the steps of the iron tower just now."
Hugo stretched out his hand and motioned Cheng Kesong to give him a high-five, expressing their tacit understanding.
"Have you ever climbed the tower?" he asked.
"The Eiffel Tower is a must when you come to Paris. I went up last summer." Cheng Kesong laughed, "but I took the elevator."
Hugo whistled, tilted his head, and said, "Come on, let's step on the steps of the iron tower."
In fact, the story of their weekly challenge group has set the tone, and it has nothing to do with the Eiffel Tower, but Cheng Kesong does not want to reject this proposal.
Even though he once overlooked the whole of Paris from the top of the Eiffel Tower, even if he didn't like doing the tedious exercise of climbing stairs in the hot summer... But this itinerary was proposed by Hugo, and Cheng Kesong suddenly had some expectations.
The winds of Parisian summer nights may be truly magical.
Or the role of wine.
Maybe the two rose-scented ice cream balls were too intoxicating.
In short, Cheng Ke Song felt that he didn't hesitate to weigh anything in his mind, and inexplicably followed Hugo to the steps of the iron tower.
The steps of the Eiffel Tower are constructed of steel plates in the four-column frame of the tower body. There are high barriers on both sides of the steps, and the scenery outside the tower frame can be seen through the mesh.
The last time Cheng Kesong went to the tower, he directly chose the elevator, and it was during the day, and it was the first time he looked at Paris, which was brightly lit at night, from the angle of the steps.
Hugo, who was walking in front, stumbled suddenly, and Cheng Kesong immediately stepped forward to support his arm.
"Your shoes are not suitable for the steps..."
Cheng Kesong looked at the flip-flops on Hugo's feet, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
Hugo, however, kicked the slippers off his feet indifferently, leaned over, picked them up, and threw them into the satchel with the sketchbook on him.
Cheng Kesong was surprised: "Are you barefoot like this?"
"It's okay." Hugo didn't care.
Cheng Kesong was speechless for a while. He only felt that he must have been bewitched by something, so he listened to Hugo's suggestion and didn't pay attention to whether the other party's clothes were appropriate, so he climbed the tower with him.
After hesitating for a moment, Cheng Ke Song felt that he should say something: "Or... I'll carry you?"
Hugo was stunned for a moment, but then burst out laughing.
It wasn't until the tourists around him started looking at him with strange eyes that he finally stopped, his cheeks flushed crimson, his eyes reflected the warm yellow light of the iron tower, and he smiled.
Cheng Ke Song looked at Hugo's face and couldn't help but laugh.
Hugo put his arm on Cheng Kesong's shoulder and teased, "Do you... think I'm weak?"
"No." Cheng Ke Song shook his head with a smile, and found that his proposal just now was very unreliable.
"I can walk without you carrying me. But if you have to act like a gentleman..."
Hugo said this and stretched out his hand to Cheng Kesong.
"Hold me."
He smiled and looked at Cheng Ke Song.
The golden light sprinkled between the two of them, surrounded by the huge frame of the iron tower and the silver painting with iron hooks, dividing the night scene of Paris in the distance into triangular fragments.
Somewhere there is the brisk music of the accordion, which seems to drown out the noise of tourists.
Cheng Kesong reached out and held Hugo's hand.
The two of them held hands like this, touched shoulders, and walked up step by step in unison along the steps of the iron tower.
Hugo's hands were slightly cold, neither dry nor wet, just the right amount of warmth. Cheng Kesong felt the other person's skin that was slightly cooler than his own, and his face gradually began to heat up.
This is... holding hands
The whole world suddenly felt a little unreal.
Even in Paris, a city known for its romance, even if people here can cross their shoulders or even embrace and kiss each other when they are interested... Holding hands is still an extremely intimate action.
Does that mean that Hugo really has the same thoughts about himself
This big boy with a strange temperament - he likes himself too
Cheng Kesong felt that his heartbeat was a little chaotic, and his palms began to sweat slightly. He lowered his head and looked intently at the steps under his feet, completely daring to turn his head to see Hugo's expression now.
A group of tourists from unknown countries passed by the two of them. A man turned his head and gave them a kind whistle, showing a pair of thumbs.
Cheng Kesong's footsteps stopped, and his body was a little stiff.
At this time, Hugo squeezed his hand tightly, turned his head, and said with a smile, "Are you shy?"
"Uh, no..." Cheng Kesong replied subconsciously.
He thought for a moment and organized the language.
"I'm just a little nervous... I've never dared to show my difference in front of others before, and for the first time... in public... to let myself go."
Hearing this, Hugo smiled: "Oh, introverted Oriental."
Cheng Kesong also felt that he was making a big fuss, and said with a smile, "Well, unrestrained Westerner."
Hugo raised his eyebrows when he heard this.
"Is it unrestrained? It's just holding hands. If you call it unrestrained, what will you do when I kiss you later?"
Cheng Ke Song couldn't handle this topic at all, he felt like his face was about to burn.
Why is the progress so incredible
When they were eating just now, they could easily talk about food topics, but in just an hour, something extraordinary seemed to break out between the two of them
It must be the glass of wine!
No, it must be the blazing rose-like ice cream ball!
"Don't be nervous, I'm not going to kiss you on the steps."
Hugo seemed to be addicted to teasing Cheng Kesong: "Why do you have to find a place with beautiful scenery, I think, the observation deck is very good."
Seeing the embarrassment and helplessness on Cheng Kesong's face, Hugo sneered a few times, turned his wrist slightly, opened his fingers, and penetrated into Cheng Kesong's fingers. The palms of the two were stuck to each other like this, their fingers intertwined, holding tightly.
In such a charming atmosphere, the hundreds of steps seemed to be completely ignored by the two of them.
When the first floor viewing platform was close at hand, Cheng Kesong suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.
"Should we… keep going?"
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he realized how out of place it was.
Sure enough, Hugo laughed again: "Are you afraid?"
Cheng Kesong was also very speechless at his momentary stress reaction, shook his head and said, "I also... don't know."
After he finished speaking, he added as if to make amends: "Just come here, your shoes are not suitable, it is inconvenient to continue going up."
Hugo took the flip-flops out of his bag and stepped on them, and then naturally took Cheng Kesong's hand and took him to the sightseeing platform around the tower.
The platform was already full of people, and the two of them waited for a long time before they finally got the chance to get close to the viewing fence in the corner.
Looking up, the place far in front of you is the Montparnasse Tower.
"Can you find the location of our school?" Hugo asked.
Cheng Kesong shook his head: "The view here is too flat, the lights are connected together, how can you find it."
Hugo smiled.
"When... when did you start noticing me?" He put his arms on the railing and turned to look at Cheng Kesong.
Cheng Kesong looked at the only skyscraper in the center of Paris in the distance, and said slowly, "Last year's Halloween."
Hugo was really surprised this time: "Halloween?!"
"Yes… "
"So long ago! But you never took the initiative to chat with me!"
Hugo thought this was incredible.
Cheng Ke Song smiled and said, "I'm not sure who you are... I was just admiring you at the time, and I was a little confused about how I felt about you... What about you? When did you notice me? "
"I like your paintings very much."
Hugo looked at Cheng Kesong intently, speaking at a very slow pace.
"In the beginning, it was a still life full of skeletons and transparent objects. You use black paper as the base and white lead to draw. I was thinking about what kind of person the author of this painting is."
"After knowing your name, I saw your drawings posted in the hallway several times..."
"Then one day, I was chatting with a friend at the school gate, and he told me that the boy who was standing by the flower bed drinking coffee was the author of the painting I always liked. He also told me that you were not of Chinese descent in France, but a students.”
"But I… can't determine your… tendencies."
Hugo said, and lowered his eyelashes.
Cheng Kesong was surprised: "But you still took the initiative to talk to me."
Hugo smiled: "Yes, I took the initiative to ask you, 'The weather is so nice today' - because of this, I was laughed at by them all afternoon."
"Why? Isn't this the most common greeting in Paris?" Cheng Kesong also laughed.
"My God! When I think about it now, I still feel like I was a complete idiot back then! That was so stupid, I just wanted to delete that memory from my mind!" Hugo exaggeratedly patted Slap on the forehead.
Cheng Ke Song smiled and shook his head.
"I should have praised your paintings directly, maybe you will think I'm not so stupid." Hugo said depressedly.
"I don't think you're stupid. I'm already very happy if you can come and talk to me." Cheng Kesong admitted.
"real?"
Hugo leaned slightly closer, his eyes were bright, and his breath almost fell on Cheng Kesong's ear.
Cheng Ke Song remembered the words the other party said about kissing on the steps just now, and suddenly felt a little nervous and a little expectant.
"Really." he replied.
Hugo didn't kiss him, he just held the railing and laughed heartily in the splendid lights.
The two stood side by side for a while, and Hugo suddenly asked, "Then, when your studies are over, will you go back to China?"
He was still smiling, but Cheng Ke Song saw obvious unease in his expression. Those light brown eyes reflected the light, with a hint of golden hue, and for a moment, as if waiting for a judgment to decide his fate.
Cheng Ke Song avoided the somewhat piercing gaze and lowered his head.
"You... going back?" Hugo asked cautiously.
Cheng Kesong said: "I don't want to go back, but I don't know if I can stay... I like Paris, a city that can provide me with the greatest degree of spiritual freedom... But I really don't know."
Hugo looked over silently and said nothing.
He stretched out his hand and opened his palm to wrap Cheng Kesong's clenched fist.
The two stood silently on the tower platform for a long time, until the light of the tower began to flicker again, and Hugo took Cheng Kesong's hand and went back down with him.
Sitting on the subway home, Cheng Kesong suddenly realized that Hugo did not kiss himself on the viewing platform of the Eiffel Tower as he said.