This weekend, Carlos didn't stay in the small playground of the orphanage to practice as before.

Of course, he's not alone anymore.

There is a dark-haired doll accompanying him.

Carlos put on a new outfit that I don't know which one was handed out, and God knows how long it had been since he had deliberately put on a new outfit like this.

While waiting in front of the bus stop, Carlos was a little nervous. But he had a cold handsome face, and his clenched fists were in his pockets, and no one noticed his affection.

Carlos dangled in front of the slightly reflective object without a trace, but fortunately, his hair was soft and fluffy today, and it didn't look like a bird's nest anymore.

Su Qingjia asked him to go out to play today, for the first time.

The wait was long and boring, but when the doll in the red dress appeared in front of him, it was as if this qiē had become very beautiful.

Su Qingjia came out this time to collect some flowers needed for maintenance recipes, Barcelona people enjoy the unique climate and geographical conditions, romantic Spain has made the flower market very huge.

The gentle and affectionate lad might generously buy a whole basket of flowers from the flower girl and give it to a beautiful lady who caught a glimpse of her.

Encounters aren't just in Lijiang, an epic city where hormones burn to their peak on the Gold Coast.

The two changed to another bus, and Carlos was ready to take her to Las Ramblas.

Las Ramblas is the world-famous Wanderer's Street, once the first street in Barcelona that now divides the old town in two. The crowds of people are a sign of energy, and the constant lights and mellow beers bring thrill-seekers a day and night.

Originally a silt-filled river, it has survived several wars with its monumental bookstores and florists, and the roads are lined with young men holding oversized beer glasses and, most specially, itinerant entertainers.

They roam the streets where artists gather, so that every corner exudes a wonderful charm, they compete with street ideas, and they never tire of smiling.

There is also a huge wholesale flower market nearby, where all kinds of flowers from all over the world are gathered, only you can't think of it, you can't find it.

Of course, Carlos also has his own little selfishness - this is his favorite place to come except for the small playground, because here everyone is a lonely seeker, a homeless wanderer.

So did he.

They went to buy flowers first, and Su Qingjia translated the flowers she needed into Spanish and wrote them on sticky notes, which was the recipe she got from an old Beijing socialite, who lived in a courtyard house, and after so many years, she still wore the most close-fitting cheongsam, strictly maintained her figure, and the delicate embroidery passed through a hundred years of wind, frost, rain and snow.

She's old, but you'll still be captivated by her beauty when she walks towards you in her heels.

Su Qingjia relied on her connections to find this celebrity and had a conversation with her, and fortunately, through this conversation, Su Qingjia got the opportunity to interview her.

This recipe is said to have been handed down in the ancient court, exclusively for the use of concubines, need the support of many flowers and medicinal materials, according to the proportion of drying and grinding into a cream, used to smear the whole body, there is no danger to the body, since childhood use is heard to be able to develop a body of ice skin and snow skin.

Su Qingjia thought about the old lady and felt that this effect was indeed real.

Aside from the previous era of material scarcity, it was really a high-end skin care product that only nobles could enjoy, but now it is different.

Carlos took her around the flower market, and in a short time he bought all the flowers, and the flowers were plump and tender, and the petals were soft and juicy, which was very suitable for the needs.

Su Qingjia was going to make a pair to try first, and bought three pairs of flowers, in case it was ruined, there would be a change. There are not many raw materials for the third pair, and it is just a big handful of bellflower with kraft paper, and when they were walking around, they found a medicinal herb shop in the corner, and when they went in and inquired, all the raw materials that Su Qingjia wanted were alive.

Carlos took the initiative to take everything on him, and the handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes made the little girl who sold flowers on the street blush. Su Qingjia really wanted to take a picture of this beautiful boy, well, she didn't bring a camera.

It's a pity. She looked at it twice, look at the soft blonde hair, look at the face lined with flowers, look at the blue-gray eyes, and look at the big handsome guy when she grows up.

Carlos was a little embarrassed by her, and Su Qingjia found that no matter how nervous, shy, or some other little flirtation he was, his right ear would flutter slightly.

Now not only was he moving slightly, but he was red, his skin was so thin that it looked like a red cherry.

Holding back a smile, Su Qingjia reluctantly withdrew her gaze. What a shy boy.

Somehow, Carlos was a little downcast. Feeling the boy's loss unexpectedly, Su Qingjia spoke: "Let's go to Las Ramblas now, how about it?" Is it okay for you to be my tour guide? ”

Carlos nodded, the heat on his face had not dissipated, the two had known each other for more than half a month, and Su Qingjia found that this young man was extremely untalkative, like a snail wearing thick armor and sealing himself inside.

Now he poked out his tentacles a little and had some communication with others.

Well, this person is Su Qingjia himself.

Carlos walked in front, overtook Su Qingjia by half a body, and led her away.

The Ramblas in Su Qingjia's memory is already very vague, and now that he is revisiting the old place, those vague fragments are slowly piecing back together.

Wandering entertainers play their part, guitars and organs are melodious, skilled craftsmen make fake flowers out of scraps of paper, and there are always stories of dragons slaying in bookstores, and dragons whose blood flows down the land of Barcelona and splatters into blooming roses.

On this avenue where the old and the new meet, the building witnesses the changes of the years with the most quiet and beautiful attitude.

There was an artist sketching passers-by on the side of the street, Su Qingjia thought for a moment and pushed Carlos over, "Hey, pretty boy, you're like a painting today," Carlos heard this compliment, "Now you can leave a souvenir here." ”

Su Qingjia sincerely asked the painter to draw a sketch of the boy with a bouquet of flowers. The painter also clearly liked the beautiful boy, and he asked Carlos to stand under the street lamp and began to sketch the outline.

Carlos was a little overwhelmed, and he didn't know where to put his eyes, and his hands holding the flowers were already drenched with sweat. He walked through the street many times, and he met many people who sketched the painter.

Once he watched a magic show on the street and stopped a tourist, who angrily told him to get out of the way, and he kept apologizing as he listened to the tourist's voice cursing "dirty boy, little beggar".

But today he is a model here, and people around him smile with admiration.

Carlos caught a glimpse of the little shop with the doll he had always wanted to buy, and the window was clear, but he suddenly noticed that he didn't seem to remember the doll's appearance, but only vaguely felt that she had blonde hair.

It seems that all of a sudden, those lonely, ridiculed days have left him.

He looked at the girl in the red dress who was standing intently watching the painter paint, Barcelona has a famous legend of dragon slaying, that it is said that the warrior rescued the beautiful girl from Batlló's apartment.

Carlos thought that if that girl were Bella, he would be willing to lift the butcher's knife and split the thorns, without fear.

In fact, today he has always wanted to say to Bella, you are so beautiful. But Bella's gaze at him made him a little embarrassed, and he wanted to stop her, but he was a little reluctant.

When he wanted to say, you watch it for a while, Bella stopped looking at it again.

His heart was a little choked.

However, he thought, this is a painting that Bella paid the painter to paint, so ......

She should take it home.

It's a little exciting to think about it!

Hongxia unconsciously climbed up his cheek again. It's been a hot few days. Carlos thought.

Happy times are always short-lived, and the painter has finished painting. Su Qingjia called Carlos over: "The painting is finished, take a look, isn't it beautiful?" And said, "You've been standing there for so long, do you have sore hands, or I'll take it." ”

Carlos hurriedly stepped back with the flower, and said a little hesitantly: "No...... No, I'm not sour...... I can. ”

Su Qingjia suddenly felt that she was a bit like a gentleman who robbed the people's daughter? Ouch hey! What the hell is that!! If you want to be robbed, you will rob her. "Okay, then you are tired and sue me, and I will take it. Well, don't you think this painting looks good? ”

Holding the flowers in his arms, Carlos glanced at Su Qingjia, making sure that the other party was looking at the painting intently, so he stepped forward lightly, the wooden drawing board was sandwiched with pure white sketch paper, the painter outlined the outline with smooth brushstrokes, the light and shadow of the nose made his whole person very profound, and the flowers in his arms half covered and half covered his delicate collarbone.

The most touching thing is his eyes, which seem to carry the warmth that can melt the top of the Pyrenees. The painter seems to be particularly fond of this part of him, the curvature and thickness of the eyelashes are quite well grasped, and the eyes are shining, looking into the distance.

It turns out that he is like this in the eyes of others, Carlos thought to himself, what about in Bella's eyes, in Bella's eyes, is he also so clear and gentle?

He didn't ask, and this time, he began to feel that the kind Mother Rosa was not wrong, and that people should have expectations.

He expected Bella to think the same way.

Many years later, the painting appeared as a lot at an auction for children in Africa, and the artist who painted it is no longer known, but the eyes of the boy with the bouquet seem to seep through the paper into his heart.

The boy's name resounded all over the world, and tens of millions of people once shouted his name frantically, and they were obsessed with getting a jersey stained with his sweat. He became a benchmark for a new era.

The painting was named "Pretty Boy" by himself.