The Arno River, the mother river of Florence, originates in the Florona Mountains and runs from north to south throughout the city center of Florence. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

There are four ancient bridges on the Arno River that have been handed down from the Renaissance era, the most famous of which is Vecchio, a stone arch bridge affectionately known by the local people as the "Old Bridge". Instead of calling it an arch bridge, it is better to call it a covered bridge. Because this bridge across the Arno River has houses on it, it is more like those wooden covered bridges in the Jiangnan region of China, which is very beautiful.

The building of the covered bridge house was originally a vegetable market butcher shop connecting the two sides of the strait, and now it is more of a tourist souvenir shop and jewelry store. Of course, there is also an old coffee shop on top of the bridge. The mellow aroma wafts softly out of the coffee cup and wafts outdoors throughout the Ponte Vecchio. And Tang Ming, who fled from the entrance of the hospital, sat on a window seat on the second floor, quietly guarding the traceless river, supporting his chin with his hands, not knowing what he was thinking?

It is different from the noisy cries under the covered bridge. The light music on the second floor was accompanied by the whispering of the guests next to him, and Tang Ming, who was quiet and in a daze, was more like a melancholy person, leaving the world independent.

"Sir, I've seen you sitting by the window in a daze for almost the whole day. Don't know what worries you? Maybe I can help you. A whole whisper of soft and generous words came from Tang Ming's ears, Tang Ming couldn't help but pause, retracted his gaze and turned his head to look at the person in front of him.

With long blond hair hanging down smoothly over her shoulders like a waterfall, large blue eyes, and an angular face on the bridge of her nose, it is a perfect three-dimensional work of art. Italy's complex history has caused many European races to blend and mix, and it is no wonder that there are such beautiful people.

This person Tang Ming also knew, and he also met when he ordered coffee just now. She is the proprietress of the coffee shop on this covered bridge.

"Ahh It's nothing? It's just that I'm a little bored and want to spend this time quietly and leisurely. Tang Ming was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately, the corners of his mouth slowly rose and smiled at the coffee shop proprietress in front of him and said.

The coffee shop proprietress didn't take Tang Ming's words, the corners of her mouth were like a red lotus blooming, beautiful and incomprehensible, she turned around and handed a cup of hot coffee to Tang Ming, and said with a smile: "Sir, I see that you have been staying for so long, and the coffee in the cup is already cold." I'll give you a new one, and I'll give you the coffee I just brewed! ”

"Ahh Tang Ming was stunned in vain, his mouth opened wide, and the words hadn't been spoken yet? I was interrupted by the coffee shop proprietor.

"Sir, don't worry, this cup of coffee of yours is a gift from me. I won't charge you. As she spoke, the proprietress stretched out her hand and handed it to Tang Ming, and said with a hearty smile: "Meet me, I am the proprietress of this coffee shop, Rukia!" ”

"Rukia?" Tang Mingdi's sword eyebrows raised slightly, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked, "Goddess of Light? ”

"Hahaha!" Rukia immediately pulled the corners of her mouth, and her white teeth were slightly exposed on her angular face, and she smiled happily, "Perhaps, my parents gave me such a sacred name as Rukia, hoping that I can bring light and warmth to the world like the goddess of light!" ”

"Hello, Goddess of Light. My name is Tang Ming and I am a Chinese. Rukia's heartiness made Tang Ming feel closer, slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, and said to Rukia in front of him with a hint of teasing.

"Chinese!" Rukia was stunned for a moment, then shook her head, and said with a little confidence, "I don't believe it." You must be an overseas Chinese living in Italy or a Chinese ethnic group. It can't be Chinese, such an authentic Italian accent, I can't get it wrong. Rukia's eyes froze in vain, and she glanced up and down at Tang Ming, with a look of determination.

"I'm really a Chinese. As for why my Italian is so good, maybe it's a talent! I speak many languages, including Italian. Tang Ming helplessly pulled the corners of his mouth and nodded gently at Rukia in front of him.

"Really?" Rukia's eyes lit up in vain, she looked Tang Ming up and down again, and said very happily, "Tang... Ming... Alas, your name is really too hard to pronounce, in the future, I will call you Tang. Rukia waved her hand a little annoyed.

"Yes." Tang Ming picked up the cup of Rukia's freshly brewed coffee, put it to his lips and took a sip gently, but the unique bitter and mellow aroma of the coffee had a trace of unknown fragrance, which made this cup of coffee even more memorable.

"Don, how many languages do you know and what are they?" Rukia looked at Tang Ming in front of her with interest and asked.

"Well, this one!" Tang Ming pondered for a while, "The Chinese mother tongue will definitely be true, and it will be the same for eight or nine years of studying and working in South Korea." The most basic English is proficient. I won't talk about Italy. I like to watch football leagues, German, Latin almost everything. That's all there is to it, and I don't understand the rest. ”

"That's all!" Rukia stretched out her voice, and looked at Tang Ming with a hint of resentment in her eyes, "Tang, how old are you?" There will be so many languages. It still seems that you are not satisfied, do you know how many people will envy you and know so many languages? For example, I am very envious that you can speak so many languages. I'm a language idiot, I don't know anything but Italian and plain English. ”

"Huh!" Tang Ming looked at Rukia's slightly resentful eyes, scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and said softly: "Generally, generally, there are more people in the world who know more languages than me. I'm just lucky, and I'm just the result of life experience. ”

"Don, I don't know what you're doing in Florence?" Rukia followed Tang Ming's example, propping up her chin and turning her head to look at the turquoise and calm river below the clear blue sky. Even if she looks at it every day, facing the Arno River every day, it even makes her feel a little bored, but she doesn't know why she calms down today and feels that this life is extraordinarily beautiful.

"What for?" Tang Ming's eyes, which were originally a little bright, flashed slightly, and became a little sluggish and dazed for a while.

"Don't you even know what you're here for?" Rukia turned her head slightly and looked at Tang Ming in front of her, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"No, I know." Tang Ming paused, looked up at the blue sky slightly, and said softly: "I may have come here to escape!" ”

Rukia's originally comfortable face changed in vain, became frightened, and said tremblingly, "You... You... You... Are you a refugee? ”

"Huh!" Tang Ming looked at the frightened Rukia in front of him, the corners of his mouth gently raised a warm smile, and said to her with a smile: "Where do you want to go?" China is not chaotic, where are the refugees? I mean, I'm here to escape reality in Florence! ”

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ps. Thanks to A Shallow 12138, black equal sign, Yakumo Moonlight for the tip. (To be continued.) )