Bai Yun looked at the various goods in the shop, the exquisite and attractive packaging, the attractive fashion model advertising, at a glance you can tell that it is something expensive, Bai Yun quietly said to Lee: "The things here must be very expensive, I think we'd better go ..."
Lee looked at Bai Yun with surprise: "What are you afraid of when someone is paying the bill? You're the first woman I've ever met who was afraid to choose something because it was too expensive.
What was he thinking?" Lee looked at Bai Yun and said with a smile, "Don't be shy. "
Seeing how seriously and sincerely Lee asked her to choose something, Bai Yun was too embarrassed to refuse. So she looked around the shop and saw a small, tall bottle with a pale purple colour that looked at Bai Yun quietly like a spirit. The salesperson handed Bai Yun the fragrance paper and gave it to him to try. It was a gentle fragrance, delicate and ripe, which slowly penetrated the olfactory space. The unique scent reminded Bai Yun of the vast sea of lavender flowers that were rolling in the wind. The eyes that had appeared a thousand times in his memory were also familiar. Bai Yun just smelled the fragrance and was silent, unable to say a word.
A voice interrupted Bai Yun's silence, it was Lee's voice, as if calling Bai Yun's soul back from a distant place: "What's wrong? Don't like it? Then try something else."
"No, this is the scent I want." Bai Yun said, "I don't know when this fragrance started to penetrate into my bones, but I don't know when I fell in love with it anymore.
Lee paid for the gift and Bai Yun held it in his hands, saying sincerely, "Lee, thank you."
It was only after walking out of the shop that Bai Yun felt the difference in this century-old street, not because of its many luxury shops, nor its spaciousness and luxury, but because it seemed to have too many stories and too many enchantments. As Lee and I continued to stroll down the Champs-Elysées, a unique feeling came over Bai Yun's heart. It seemed that someone had lifted the heavy curtains of his home and his brown eyes seemed to be searching for something. The brown eyes seemed to be searching for something. Bai Yun looked up and wandered around and met the eyes that were looking around. Wasn't it him? Bai Yun rubbed his eyes and then blinked hard, as if trying to see something, to be sure. The curtain that had been lifted had been pulled back, and the figure he had just seen had disappeared, leaving only the heavy curtain covering the large glass window. Bai Yun's heart ached as if he had been poked.
As if to be sure, Bai Yun asked Lee, "Lee, does anyone live in this area? Why do I feel like it's a residential flat or something like that?"
When Lee heard Bai Yun, who had been silent for a long time, he replied, "Yes, there are some high class flats and villas on the Champs Elysees, why did you think of asking this?"
Bai Yun smiled at Lee and said, "It's nothing, I just thought it looked like residential flats around here, so I asked."
When Lee heard Bai Yun, who had been silent for a long time, speak up, he replied, "Oh, we've been shopping for so long, how about we find a place to eat and drink, and have a good rest?" Bai Yun nodded in agreement, so the two of them headed for a restaurant.
It was a French restaurant, with baroque decorations and richly painted oil paintings adding a sense of history to the restaurant.