Chapter 44
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Atlas walked to the door and was about to raise his hand to turn the doorknob but she stopped him. His face immediately darkened: "Get away."
'Go out, Atlas, it's boring staying in this room like this. When you go out, you can feel the vitality more clearly."
The corners of his lips curled up in contempt, his voice suddenly colder by a few degrees. "You want to see people pointing at me sarcastically, don't you?"
"What do you think? I just want a change of scenery. This is my first time coming to Paris and I want to see the scenery here. Furthermore, it's not uncommon for people to be in wheelchairs. Just now, I looked at quite a few people walking around in wheelchairs. This hotel has a beautiful garden. I want to see it but I'm afraid to go alone. Please come with me, Atlas."
Daisy's eyes were filled with anticipation as she looked at him.
She didn't mind going alone, she just wanted this man to go out and breathe fresh air, to make him less gloomy.
Waited for a long time, but he still didn't answer. Daisy smiled and said: "If you don't say anything, it means you agree. Let me get your coat and then we can go."
Outside, the weather is cool and pleasant, every breeze that blows makes people's souls feel refreshed.
It is now four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is less bright, the sunlight is not too harsh but extremely gentle like a mother's hand holding her child. Daisy looked towards the Eiffel Tower and could see all seven colors of the rainbow, looking very colorful.
Daisy pushed Atlas's wheelchair out to the hotel courtyard. She stopped in front of a fountain, took a deep breath, and said: "So comfortable, Paris is different, the air is so fresh, take a breath and you will feel full of life."
Atlas glanced lightly at the woman next to him. In contrast to her, his body was tense, not feeling mentally refreshed. He clenched his fists, his eyes narrowed slightly, he wanted to go back to the room.
He doesn't like bright or crowded places. When he heard noisy people, he felt like people were arguing and talking about his injured legs. He didn't want to hear or see their sarcastic eyes.
Having finished speaking, Daisy looked at Atlas to see his expression.
She fought quickly, won quickly, and brought him out here.
Wouldn't this man be angry in his heart? His hands trembled a bit. Even though he held tightly to both sides of the wheelchair, he still couldn't help but tremble a little.
Daisy squatted down next to him. She said softly: "Atlas."
Hearing her call him, Atlas lowered his head to see her gentle smile like water. For a moment he was a little stunned, this was the first time someone smiled at him like that except his mother.
Daisy's voice rang in his ears again: 'How do you feel? Shall we go for a walk?"
Atlas said nothing, his eyes were slightly closed, he was wearing a gray fur coat, and his legs were wrapped in a scarf of the same color.
Currently on this man, his furniture besides two tones of gray and black, she did not see any other colors.
Here many adults and children are playing, people walking, people taking photos,...
Children play all kinds of games: volleyball, shuttlecock, soccer, on the other side someone is playing the violin, it sounds a bit soothing.
Daisy saw him like that, she knew he didn't want to go so she pushed him to a hidden place under the maple tree. Next to him is a light brown wooden chair. She put him aside and sat down on that chair.
If there were no outside sounds, the space between the two of them would be extremely quiet. Daisy sat on one side and carefully observed the facial expressions of the man next to her.
Atlas just had a calm expression on his face, even when he closed his eyes, she didn't know what he was thinking.
If you say women's thoughts are like finding a needle in a haystack, then men's thoughts are very deep and difficult to understand.
She didn't look at him anymore but stood up and walked under the tree canopy. The weather is now autumn and every maple leaf is falling. She unconsciously raised her hand waiting for a maple leaf to fall. The falling speed of the leaf was neither fast nor slow, it fell into her hand for about three seconds.
She gently stroked the leaf a few times. The color of the leaf was dark red. There were also a few drops of rainwater seeping into her hand, feeling a bit cool.
She slowly raised it towards the sun, each ray of light passing through the leaves making the leaf color even redder, illuminating her rosy face.
Daisy looked at that scene and gently sang: "Autumn in Paris. The weather is cold. We met at a small shop. Wine overflowed in red glasses. Autumn is a rainy night. Old streets in autumn leaves falling…"
Hearing gentle singing in his ears, Atlas opened his eyes slightly. In front of him was Daisy sitting on a stone bench, waving a leaf and humming passionate lyrics, her body also swaying to the beat with excitement.
Atlas suddenly kept looking at her like that, the gentle wind blowing through made her hair gently move, her cheeks turned a beautiful pink, and her eyes sparkled gently like the Parisian autumn.
On the other side, the children were busy playing shuttlecock, the noise overwhelmed Daisy's voice. As soon as the song ended, she watched them play.
'The children are so happy."
She exclaimed, when she was young she wasn't allowed to play with her friends like that.
Because she didn't have a father, everyone looked down on her and didn't play with her. From childhood to adulthood, she always played alone, so she didn't know anything about group games and didn't want to know.
