100多年前,法国巴黎的一家铁器店响起了悦耳的门铃声,一位手里拿着一盘铁丝的顾客匆忙走了出来。这人个子矮小,肤色黝黑,满脸胡子,约摸四十上下年纪。他穿街过巷,健步如飞,一直向城郊走去,不一会儿来到自己的铁栅门前。门上有块牌 More than 100 years ago, an ironwork shop in Paris, France, sounded a sweet doorbell, and a customer holding a wire in his hand rushed out. The man was short and dark, with a beard, and he was about forty years old. He was walking down the alley and walking like a fly. He walked towards the suburbs and soon came to his own iron gate. There are blocks on the door