Zhang Zhong and Xiu Yu also brought a glass of juice and chatted with He Kelan at the table. When Nolan arrived, he ran to greet the others.
The three of them chatted for a while, and then a woman with yellow hair came over.
He appears to be in his thirties, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and has the kind of appearance you wouldn't find in a crowd.
"Hello, pz."
What surprised Zhang Zhong was that the other person spoke in Chinese.
"Hello, who are you?" Zhang Zhong replied in Chinese.
But she showed a puzzled expression, as if she didn't hear Zhang Zhong's words. Zhang Zhong smiled. It seemed that she would treat you well.
Xu Yuhan also saw that the other party did not really know Chinese, so she helped translate it.
"Oh, I'm Sarah, it's an honor to meet you."
He Kelan knew Sara, and smiled and said to Zhang Zhong in English, "It seems you don't know much about the people you are competing with. Sara's work "An Afternoon I Can't Recall" has also entered Gong Gu.
"Lord of the Flies" was in the final round of the Ernest Literature Prize, but it almost beat you."
Sara looked at He Kelan with some confusion. She probably didn't know English either.
Now their communication has become troublesome. Before, when there was only He Kelan and the others, they only needed to speak English. Now that there is Sara, He Kelan needs to act as a translator.
"Your acceptance speech was great," Sara said.
"She said your acceptance speech was great."
"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."
"He said thank you for the compliment." He Kelan translated Zhang Zhong's words into French and said it to Sara again.
The speed of the chat suddenly slowed down a lot. The key is that Sara seemed to have a lot to say to Zhang Zhong, and she talked a lot. And He Kelan, the translator, was not very competent. Sara obviously talked a lot.
He can condense it into one sentence.
In the end, Sara took out a piece of paper, said something to Zhang Zhong, and then ran away.
Zhang Zhong looked at the note and saw a string of incomprehensible English symbols on it.
"What is this?" Zhang Zhong asked.
"It's her Instagram account."
It was not He Kelan who answered Zhang Zhong, but Xu Yuhan, with a strong hint of jealousy in his tone.
Zhang Zhong laughed and looked at Sarah who was running away. He asked He Kelan, "This should be a common social etiquette in your area, right?"
He Kelan glanced at Xu Yuhan and replied, "Of course, this doesn't mean anything."
Xu Yuhan pouted and said, "I've been in France for so long, why haven't I seen this kind of social etiquette?"
He Kelan laughed, "Haha, I believe Sarah purely appreciates pz's talent and has absolutely no other ideas."
"I thought she would talk to me about the Goncourt Literary Prize when she came over. After all, if I hadn't been there, she would probably have won this award."
"She does have reason to hate you. After all, if she can win this Goncourt Literary Prize, she should be the youngest winner. She should be under thirty-five years old. She is a very talented writer, but her character
Somewhat lonely, I heard that she seemed to have a small manor in the countryside and lived an isolated life all year round. Her "An Afternoon I Can't Recall" is a black fairy tale with a dark tone." He Kelan said.
Zhang nodded and made no comment about Sarah's life.
Later, other writers came over to strike up a conversation, but fortunately they all spoke some English, so communication was not difficult.
Zhang Zhong's name is very famous in the French literary world, but apart from He Kelan, there are no local writers that Zhang Zhong is familiar with.
This is a rare opportunity, and many writers who are interested in Zhang Zhong want to come over and chat with Zhang Zhong.
Gradually, many people surrounded Zhang Zhong.
When a group of writers get together, they don’t necessarily talk about literature-related things. They mostly chat with Zhang Zhong about some gossip, such as asking him how he feels about Paris, whether he won’t adapt to the climate here, and whether he has learned a few words in French.
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There was nothing much to say about the banquet. It was originally intended to provide a platform for writers to expand their social circle. Everyone gathered together to chat and the time passed quickly.
When Zhang Zhong and the others returned to the hotel, it was almost evening. Xu Yuhan said with a tired face, "I thought there would be something delicious at the banquet, but I didn't expect that there were only some desserts. Now I have nothing but juice."
Something."
"I can't serve you two plates of sauced pork elbow," Zhang Chong said with a smile.
"If I really want to serve two plates of sauced pork elbow, it's not impossible. I didn't expect those writers to be quite talkative. After chatting in random directions, it seems like they still have something to talk about."
"This shows that the French are passionate."
"Tch, it's okay, it's because I'm passionate about you. I've always felt that the French are quite cold, and they probably have a special kind of pride in their bones." Xu Yuhan rubbed her hair, suddenly remembered something, and said, "The one before
Where is the note Sarah gave you? She gave it to you specially, why don’t you add her as a friend?”
"I lost it a long time ago. I don't use Instagram, so adding her is a waste."
"That's so bad." Although Xu Yuhan said this, the expression on her face never looked bad.
Zhang Zhong smiled secretly, this jealous little man would be jealous even when he saw Sarah.
If it was Penny Austin who came over today instead of Sarah, then Xu Yuhan would probably explode on the spot.
Penny Austin's methods are much more powerful than Sara's.
After taking a short rest in the hotel, the two ran out again. Not only did Xu Yuhan not eat well, Zhang Zhong also felt a little hungry, so they urgently needed to go out to find food.
This time they didn't go to a star-rated restaurant, they just walked around the roadside and bought something to try when they saw something to eat.
Zhang Zhong is not very fond of French street food culture. Except for the spicy lamb sausage, which he found okay, other items such as pancakes and truffle French fries were a bit uninteresting.
But the streets of France are full of these things.
However, eating on the street feels a little more casual than sitting in a high-end restaurant.
Hemingway once wrote a book, "A Moveable Feast", which describes Paris. He said: If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris when you were young, Paris will follow you throughout your life, because Paris is a moveable feast.
Zhang Zhong did not feel that there was a feast in front of him, but the streets of Paris illuminated by neon lights gave people the feeling of watching a movie outside the TV screen.
He can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the streets of Paris, but he will never be able to integrate into it, just like there is a screen between him and the world on TV.
He thought again of a movie he had watched - Midnight in Paris.
The movie's opening song "si tu voir ma mere" seemed to be ringing in my ears, and everything was peaceful and beautiful.