In 2009, in Paris, in the subway. I am drowsy in the car.
A girl with glasses and looks very literary, suddenly stood up from her seat and said, "I have a few words, I want to read it to everyone."
Then she picked up a book that looked like a collection of poems and began to read it with great care. I can't hear it clearly, but looking at her expression, I can really feel that she is very happy at the moment.
This scene is really literary, I thought at the time, it will only appear in Paris.
Then the plot spirals down:
Female wenqing read read himself seems to be moved, read more slowly, and light cover mouth action.
At that moment, the subway arrived. The girl picked up her bag, put the book in, said "thank you" and got off.
I thought that was the end of the story.
The young man sitting opposite me (thin face, moustache, white face) suddenly stood up and ran out of the car door, Shouting "please wait" and grabbing the girl.
Kiss.
The subway is moving. The outbound. Applause filled the subway.
This is fucking Paris.
For a long time afterwards, I couldn't get the man and the woman out of my head. My feeling is: love will come very suddenly, all you need to do is to seize the moment.
