On a rainy night, the sound of rustling covered the night, and there was no movement on the road. In the rain, a man in black stood expressionless in the rain, holding a black umbrella. In the rain, a girl floats down, with a fair face and long hair flying in the cold rain. Rain, but people's breath is tight. "Angry, they are coming." The girl smiled, as if desolation seeped into her bones.
In the dark night, there is no breeze on the lonely road. The car drove slowly along the road, its headlights illuminating each sign. Everything is leading to clues. The only possibility for 'The Advent' in France is 'Notre Dame de Paris.' "I'm so tired! Xiaoyu, I want to sleep! I'm so tired!" Shijie looked bored and drove the car carelessly.
"Hey, watch the road carefully!" Feiyi shouted when he saw something coming from ahead.
The world turned around and saw a large truck attacking them like a shark from the deep sea. The evil spirit!
"No way! I'm going to die today!" Yuyi looked around in panic.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Shijie turned the steering wheel in an exaggerated manner, braked the wheels, and drifted to the right to create a U-shaped arc.
"Mom! I almost died!" Yuyi was so frightened that his face turned pale and he was sweating profusely.
The heavy rain is pouring, the cold rain stirs up layers of ripples, the water flowers bloom and water droplets splash, and the dead leaves dance in the strong wind.
Notre Dame de Paris
Unexpectedly, I opened the door and saw the beautiful scenery. The morning light exuded a halo as light as a cloud. On both sides of the door, pink petals are flying in the wind, and brilliant statues of the Virgin stand on both sides. The church is sacred and inviolable.
The next second, the nun in the corner showed a twisted smile. The glass of ‘Ci' was scattered into pieces and scattered all over the floor. Endless screams of sadness emerged, the ground began to tremble non-stop, and the 'clicking' gears continued to bite and rotate crazily. Finally, the sunlight is cut off altogether.
The light tube above my head is dimming and dimming. What's wrong? Feather Wings and the World ran to the exit desperately. All the windows were rattling, and there was no light in sight.
In the surrounding wallpaper, bits and pieces of dust of time are flying, and scraps of paper are flying in the face. The decaying wall behind him is gradually replaced by golden and brilliant paper. The modern fluorescent lamps are converted into luxurious European-style ancient chandeliers, and the elegant textures are still visible.
Every time you turn, the scenery behind you changes. The distance from the exit is getting farther and farther, and no matter how hard I run, the road is always going in the opposite direction. In an instant, it was like going back in time. The buildings outside were turning into Gothic-style buildings, and everything was going backwards. The marble steps are covered with red carpet.
A glimmer of light flashed before my eyes, exit? Feather Wings walked toward the light in confusion.
Pushing the door open, a squeaking steam train spitting thick smoke passed by. There was light rain in the sky, and my feet were soaked in a muddy puddle with a newspaper floating on it. 1788, 12, 29
ps: You must be curious about how you got there. Don't rush and the answer will be revealed slowly. Thanks for reading!
