MTL - Endless Fall-Chapter 15 Holding hands and getting closer

   Chapter 15 Holding hands and getting closer

  Lin Jiao hesitated for a long time, then slowly put his hand on his palm and held it tightly again.

   She pressed against his arm and took a step under his leadership. The moment she stepped on the glass platform, her body froze.

   "Do you know the origin of that painting?" Pei Zhi raised his chin slightly towards the left wall, trying to divert her attention.

   "I know." Lin Jiao was very interested in paintings.

  Although I don’t have that kind of talent, in my spare time I will look through some materials and be immersed in the stories that the painter wants to express.

   When she talked about this topic, her previous fear was obviously reduced a lot.

   Pei Zhi led her through the glass platform, and was not willing to let go until the waiter greeted her.

   He waited for Lin Jiao to finish ordering the meal, and while waiting, he talked about paintings again: "Whose work do you like the most?"

   "Claude Monet." Lin Jiao moved the chair and stool forward: "He has a very good grasp of the changes in light and color."

   Pei Zhi doesn't know much about Monet.

   But the fragmentary memories flashed in his mind were enough to shorten the distance between them.

   "Well, I admire his perseverance."

"Me too!"

  Lin Jiao seemed to have found a confidant.

   She expressed her admiration for Monet with hot eyes, and regretted, "It's a pity that I haven't seen his real work."

   "I remember some of his works are in the Musée d'Orsay, can we go together when you have time?"

   "Paris?"

   "Well." Pei Zhi looked into those fox eyes that shone with broken light, and could see that she was thinking seriously.

  Lin Jiao held her cheeks: "How long are you free?"

   "It will be eleven at the earliest." Pei Zhi is not one of those domineering presidents played on TV.

   He has a lot to think about, and even if he travels on vacation, it takes time to arrange everything properly.

   "Then let's tentatively set eleven." Lin Jiao was overjoyed when she thought of seeing Monet's real work with her own eyes.

   Pei Zhi was trying to figure out how she was brought back to reality when she left a beautiful memory that only belonged to them during the trip.

   "It just so happens that Yilan also wants to go to Paris."

  “…”

   It seems that he has to find a way to 'solve' the niece who is in the way first, so as to save the night.

   Pei Zhi took the knife and fork, cut the foie gras that the waiter just brought, and pushed it in front of her: "Try it."

  Lin Jiao's greedy bug was hooked up.

   She tasted the rich aroma, and her eyes were full of satisfaction. After a meal, she ate a lot more than usual.

   "Want something else to eat?"

   "I can't eat any more."

   Pei Zhi chuckled: "Okay." He waited for her for a while, and approached her when he was about to leave: "Do you want to lead?"

  Lin Jiao was slightly startled: "What?"

   Her stunned appearance made Pei Zhi want to bully but was reluctant to bully, which was extremely contradictory.

   He stretched out a hand: "What do you think?"

  Lin Jiao reacted, took that hand without hesitation, and walked with him to the glass platform.

   She still didn't dare to look down: "Uncle."

   "Well, I'm here."

   "I may have been stretched and my legs are weak."

   As soon as these words came out, Pei Zhi remembered how she was drunk at the late bar that day.

   He didn't expose her: "Then I'll carry you?"

   "No." She was afraid that the glass could not bear the weight of two people: "You just hold my shoulder and walk quickly."

   Pei Zhi all depends on her.

   He took her by the shoulders and took her into his arms like a treasure, the pace under his feet increased slightly.

   (end of this chapter)