Chapter 1416

[mirabo bridge] - a painting that king Lin loves to draw with his heart these two nights -- mirabo bridge under the shadow of the evening light, a pair of lovers embracing each other.

Expect that K will not appear on the first floor for the moment, king Lin Love decided to take the initiative to attack.

King Lin love to finish all this, then with a seven up and down heart, went to her and K appointment place.

Mirabol bridge, where Shangguang proposed to her, where they were engaged in a kiss, and where Paul Zelan, an Austrian Jewish poet, threw himself into the water.

If K is Shangguang, he must understand the painting.

Today, there was no snow, but it rained. One, two, patterned, but not very much.

The drizzle was dense and silver needle like. King Lin loved to be drenched in the rain. Instead of walking on the bridge, he stood on the Bank of the Seine River and watched the movement on the bridge.

In the afternoon, he seldom appears when he is on the bridge?

K. Who are you? If you are him, why don't you come to me for three years? Don't you contact me?

K. I saw the original heart, which is the best memory we have ever had. If you see the mirabo bridge I drew, you will come, right?

Uneasy .

the water vapor under your feet brings a slight coolness.

At the other end of the bridge, finally, a black umbrella appeared first, and the man stepped on the bridge.

Then king Lin love began to be in a trance, the scene in front of him seemed to be slow lens, pulling the time and light very long and slow.

A tall and straight figure, printed in front of the eyes.

A man in a black suit, holding a black umbrella, came to the meeting place.

Step by step, the man went directly to the place where Celan threw himself into the water and suddenly watched the gurgling flowing through the Seine River.

See the man that moment, king Lin love covered his face.

That's her man . three years of dead love.

Shangguangkun tower.

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no matter Bachmann or Nelly Sachs,

you, like them, are still in exile after the sound of the misty bell

and in exile in despair highlighted by death -

a steep rock that you can't climb

From Frankfurt to Jerusalem

and the impending blood accelerates some kind of collapse When you were sprained by the spell of war and religion

on the Seine River, Junlin love witnessed the appearance of the shining Kunta and couldn't help crying.

She saw her late husband.

The suit is straight, and the man's broad shoulders and long legs are outlined by high-end customized suits. It is as straight as pine and cypress, and every inch is a reproduction of elegance that cannot be copied.

The rain wet Jun Lin love's eyes, he has been saying that his suit is not good-looking, in fact, is wrong, he wears a suit, really better than anyone else.

Once decadent long broken hair meticulously combed up, the whole person appears more energetic, light beard dregs also shaved clean, thin and ruddy lips, as well as rigid chin, show off the mountain.

Shangguangkun tower is back, and has changed, greatly changed.

Without the humid, enchanting, decadent and wild nature of the South Asian rainforest, he has become a truly talented designer and established his own art kingdom.

Br >

, the loneliness of his eyes is still hard to see in his lonely eyes.

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