Chapter 6 Section five

After a night that left her feeling increasingly tired, Chantal left the hotel, passing weekend tourists on her way to the beach.Every group of them was in the same situation: the husband was pushing a pram, and the baby lay quietly in it.His wife is by his side.The husband's expression was meek and considerate, with a hint of embarrassment in his smile.He always wanted to bend down and wipe the child's snot and soothe the child's sudden noise.On the other hand, his wife's expression was bored, indifferent, and even contained some inexplicable resentment.Others are similar to the couple: some are the husband walking beside his wife with a stroller, and another child is lying in a special baby bag on his back; or the husband is walking beside his wife with a stroller The child sits on his shoulders and the other lies in a baby bag tied around his waist; or husband and wife walking together, he does not push the stroller, but holds a child in one hand, on his back, shoulders There is one on the upper and one on the waist.The last situation is that Wen Wei is not around, and only the wife is pushing a baby carriage. From her, I can see a kind of strength that men do not have.Whenever Chantal saw the last situation, she always avoided it.

Chantal thought: Men are all fathers, they are not fathers, they are just fathers, fathers without paternal authority.She wondered what it was like to flirt with a man pushing a stroller with a child on his back and waist.What would he have done if she had whispered an invitation to the husband while her wife was standing in front of the shop window?Will he turn into a tree baby, obediently still, or will he turn around and stare at this strange woman?Will the child on his back suddenly fall off, will the child on his waist cry loudly because his father's action disturbed his sweet dreams?Such an inexplicable idea suddenly flashed into Chantal's mind, which made her feel ridiculous.She said to herself: I live in a world where men never look back at me.

Following the early morning walkers, she found herself unwittingly on the seawall: the tide was out, and the tide-washed golden sand stretched for a kilometer.It had been a long time since she had been to the beaches of Normandy.She is not very familiar with some of the popular sports here, such as kite and sailing.A kite is a toy in which colored fabric is glued to a very strong frame.When playing, just let it fly against the wind.The player grabs a thread with one hand and exerts forces in different directions on the thread, so that it can rise, fall, and circle, and at the same time make a terrifying sound, just like a huge flying horse.When the wind plunges head-down into the sand for the first time and time again, it's always reminiscent of a plane crash.She was surprised to find that the people who played the kites were neither children nor teenagers, they were all adults.And there are no women among them, they are all men, in fact, they are the fathers!Dads who are away from their wives with their kids!Instead of rushing to their mistress's side, they headed for the beach, and here comes the kite!

Another treacherous seduction came to Chantal's mind: she followed men with kite strings and eyes on his noisy toy, and when he turned around she whispered the most obscene words Offer him a sexual invitation.How will he react?There is no doubt that he will not even look at her and say: Don't bother me, I'm busy! (Ou) No, men will never turn around and look at her again! She went back to the hotel.She recognized Jean-Marc's car immediately in the parking lot outside the hotel foyer.At the main station, she found out that he had been here for at least half an hour.The receptionist handed her a note saying, "I got here early. I'm going out to get you now. Jean-Marc."

"He has gone out to find me," Chantal said to himself, "but where has he gone?" "The gentleman said you must have gone to the seaside."