After seeing the Eiffel Tower, Qin Xiaorou took Qiao Shaoting to a nearby Western restaurant.
She told Qiao Shaoting that she had been to many Western restaurants, but this was the best one she had ever been to.
Qiao Shaoting nodded lightly after hearing this.
In the following time, although Qiao Shaoting stayed with Qin Xiaorou, he was still distracted.
Qin Xiaorou also saw it.
The originally planned three-day journey was compressed into two days.
The next day, Qin Xiaorou bought a flight ticket back.
Qiao Shaoting was startled: "Aren't you going back tomorrow?"
Qin Xiaorou smiled, her smile a little sad: "Your Excellency, since your heart is not here, you might as well go back early."
Qiao Shaoting was silent.
After waiting for a moment, he uttered two words: "Sorry."
Qin Xiaorou shook her head: "Your Excellency, there is no need to say sorry. Love is the only thing in this world that cannot be forced. If you don't like me, there is no need to say sorry."
Qiao Shaoting said no more.
He felt sorry for Qin Xiaorou, but it wasn't that he didn't like Qin Xiaorou.
He owes so much to this girl.
Before going back, Qiao Shaoting offered to take Qin Xiaorou to see the Eiffel Tower again.
Qin Xiaorou agreed.
This time they went and saw a middle-aged man.
The man is playing the cello.
When people listen to the sound of the piano, they feel a chill and sourness in their hearts.
Qin Xiaorou couldn't help but walked over.
She listened quietly to the man playing a piece of music, and then said in English: "Sir, the music you played is very beautiful."
She had heard many famous cellists play music, but none of them played as beautifully as the man in front of her.
Most importantly, this song seems to be able to touch people's deepest heartstrings.
The blond man smiled and then said: "I just heard you and your boyfriend speaking Chinese. Are you Chinese?"
Qin Xiaorou took a deep breath and subconsciously turned around, only to see Qiao Shaoting standing aside and not hearing anything.
She whispered: "No, he is not my boyfriend, he already has a girl he loves."
"But you love him very much, don't you?"
the man said.
Qin Xiaorou laughed at herself: "Sir, your eyes are very powerful."
I really didn't expect that even a stranger could tell that she loves you.
The man pulled the strings: "It's not that I'm great, it's because I once loved a woman and looked at the person I loved with the same eyes, so I can see that you love her."
Qin Xiaorou was stunned.
She stared into the man's eyes for a moment and suddenly said: "But you are not with her, right?"
Likewise, she saw loneliness and loneliness in this man's eyes.
I even heard the ultimate sadness in his music.
And if he was with the woman he loved, he wouldn't have such a look in his eyes, nor would he play such sad music.
The man shrugged: "No."
Qin Xiaoju said: "Sir, it seems that we are all the same kind of people."
It seemed that Qin Xiaorou's words brought back the man's memories, and he added: "Do you know why I can speak Chinese? Because the woman I once loved was Chinese. I met her when I was traveling in China, and she was my tour guide.
I fell deeply in love with her and stayed for her."
"I even became a foreign teacher in China for her, but unfortunately she is still not with me. Her parents do not allow her to marry abroad. I said that I am willing to stay in China forever for her, but her parents still don't agree.