Li Zhiwen walked towards William Kenville, and the old man was pondering or conceiving a new painting.

Li Zhiwen walked to William Kenville and said, "Mr. Kenville, can you draw a sketch for us?"

William Kenville was very unhappy about being interrupted by someone. He looked up at Li Zhiwen. Seeing this handsome guy, he was not so angry. Then he followed Li Zhiwen's finger and saw Isabel Adjani's figure, his eyes lit up.

William Kenville stood up in a hurry, and even fell on the ground, he didn't care. He walked to Isabel Adjani and said, "It is my honor to be able to create French roses. I happened to be conceiving a new painting. It is a very beautiful thing to have French roses in the mirror."

"No need to think about sketching, let me draw a sketch for you two!" William Kenville said.

"Thank you, Mr. Kenville," said Isabel Adjani with a smile.

"You guys stand here..." William Kenville immediately set up.

"Don't be shy, gentleman, wrap your arms around Isabel's waist. Are you not a couple? Why are you so shy?" William Kenville asked in confusion.

Li Zhiwen is not shy, but is just afraid of arousing the disgust of Isabel Adjani.

"What a shy boy!" Isabel Ajiani also teased Li Zhiwen, and then put Li Zhiwen's hand on his waist.

When Li Zhiwen saw Isabel Adjani's actions, he knew that she was not disgusted, so he became natural.

The waiting time was long, and as the sky got late, William Kentel finally completed his work.

Li Zhiwen and Isabel Adjani's arms were a little sore, and they ran over excitedly to see William Kentel's masterpiece.

In fact, shortly after the painting began, the expressions of Li Zhiwen and Isabel Adjani were already in William Kentel's heart, but in order to prevent the two of them from being alienated, they never told them.

If Li Zhiwen knew William Kentel's psychology, he would definitely say in his heart: "Beautiful job!"

Although my arms were a little sore, Isabel Adjani's slender waist was still beautiful, not to mention the fragrance that came from time to time.

"The painting is so good, just like a camera!" Li Zhiwen exclaimed.

"That's right, Mr. Kenter is a well-known painter in Paris, but why does it have only one picture? How do you divide it?" said Isabel Adjani.

"Miss Ajani is too good, but what should you do with your family? Just hang it at home." William Kentel said.

"Forget it, it's useless to talk to you. Let's go!" Isabel Adjani walked forward with the painting.

Li Zhiwen waved his hand and asked Cao Wenyu, who was standing in the distance, to come over and ask him to pay William Kentel.

"Sir, no, I don't need this painting. I won't accept any penny. You inspired me. I haven't thanked you yet." William Kentel said.

After that, Cao Wenyu gave it to him several times, but William Kentel refused. There was no way, so Cao Wenyu could only collect the money and chase Li Zhiwen away.

Isabel Ajiani and Li Zhiwen had already walked a long way, and they were walking aimlessly on the street, of course they still held hands and did not send them away.

"What is that? What is it written on it?" Li Zhiwen asked, pointing to a large area of ​​dark blue tiles on a wall.

"Don't you know, Carl." Isabel Adjani glanced at Li Zhiwen meaningfully and said.

"How can I know that I'm here to Paris for the first time?" Li Zhiwen said.

"Let's go and have a look!" Isabel Ajani pulled Li Zhiwen and walked over there.

Li Zhiwen felt something was wrong as he walked deeper, and he saw that he was one man and one woman more and more. Some men and women held hands like Li Zhiwen and Isabel Ajiani, some men and women were taking photos with cameras, and some men and women even hugged each other and kissed each other.

Li Zhiwen grabbed Isabel Adjani and said, "Forget it, I don't want to go there anymore."

"No, since I've come here, how can I give up halfway!" Isabel Adjani continued to pull Li Zhiwen towards the dark blue wall without saying a word.

Walking under the dark blue wall, Isabel Adjani said: "This is one of the famous classics in the Montmartre Heights. It is called the Wall of Love. It consists of five hundred and eleven dark blue tiles. The tiles are written in a total of three hundred and eleven languages ​​and handwritten words - I love you."

When Li Zhiwen heard Isabel Ajani's words, his first reaction was like many tourists and began to look for the three characters written in Chinese on the dark blue tiles.

When Isabel Ajani saw Li Zhiwen's movements, she stomped her feet in anger and said angrily: "Carl, in this situation, do you just want to look at the words? Do you see what the people around you are doing? Don't you want to do anything?"

Only then did Li Zhiwen notice that the men and women around him hugged each other and chewed each other. Li Zhiwen immediately understood what Isabel Ajiani meant.

Turning his head and holding Isabel Adjani's face. At this time, Isabel Adjani had fallen in love with her eyes, and Li Zhiwen also came to her face to do the same thing as the men and women around her.

After a long time, Isabel Adjani reminisced and said, "Carl, your kissing skills are very good. It seems that you are not a shy boy."

At this time, Li Zhiwen was already a little confused. Is this the case with the romantic French? This is a completely different experience from the Chinese.

"What are you doing when you stand there? Let's go have a drink. I'm too tired to leave and my feet are swollen." Isabel Ajani complained.

Of course, Li Zhiwen would not refuse. He had a premonition that he might not stay alone in the empty room tonight. After all, women are not drunk, so where can men get the opportunity?

The two came to a place called Jitu Bar, and Isabel Adjani said that this bar is the most famous bar in Montmartre Heights.

It was originally called "Assassin's Bar", and it is said that it was named because the assassin broke into the door and killed the owner's son.

Later, the bar logo drawn by artist Andre Gill was a picture of a rabbit popping out of a pot. Over time, people called it the bar for the cunning rabbit.

The Cunning Rabbit Bar is a favorite place for struggling artists and writers, including Picasso, Modigliani, Apollinel and Yutriro.

Picasso has an oil painting called "In the Puppies Bar", which made the Puppies Bar even more famous in the world and over time became a scenic spot in the Montmartre Heights.

The two ordered some drinks, and Isabel Ajiani introduced the history of the Jitu Bar to Li Zhiwen, while Li Zhiwen took the initiative to take off Isabel Ajiani's shoes and rub them for her.

In Li Zhiwen's words, this is traditional Chinese medicine and is very effective in treating foot injuries, but the two of them are not willing to think too much about it.
Chapter completed!