Piazzale Michelangelo doesn't have many tourists today, but it's still quiet and bustling. Zhuo Yang sat in a wicker chair under the porch of the Florentine branch on the left bank, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers in the air, and looking at the long flower alley opposite.

This chic set of single-table and single-chair was ordered by Nino Gianni on a whim when Zhuo Yang came here the previous year, when the branch had not yet opened and was being renovated. Nowadays, the branch business is very good, and a dozen or so single-compartment seats often need to be booked in advance to taste the delicious food, and it is basically impossible to sit in a hurry to eat. And this delicate and elegant table and chair is also perfectly integrated into the style of the store, and even the overall artistic atmosphere of Piazzale Michelangelo.

Even if he only comes once a year, this set of tables and chairs is prepared by Zhuo Yang for himself, just to sit here and enjoy the dreamy flower alley opposite.

The small street of flowers is like a colorful tunnel, with a variety of colors but not at all gaudy, but a fairy-tale dream. Looking from Zhuo Yang, the long alleys gradually closed at the end, and it seemed to lead to the country of flowers in the fairy tale world.

Tourists stay in the flower alley to take pictures, which does not affect the tranquility of the flower alley, nor does it break the color of the flowers. When he came last autumn, Zhuo Yang, like these tourists, stepped inside to explore the world of flowers.

At the end of Flower Lane is a three-storey baroque courtyard pavilion, which does not occupy a large area, but it is very simple and elegant, and it is also very beautiful and charming. It was the property of the illustrious Habsburg family, and it still is today. The courtyard was converted into a memorial dedicated to the Austro-Hungarian Empress Elisabeth Emmelia Eugenie.

In the autumn of 1877, the unrivalled Empress Elisabeth came to Florence, Italy, to relax, and stayed in the courtyard at the end of this alley. The Florentine citizens who got the news flocked to collect all the flowers in the city to present to the beautiful queen. The next morning, the queen was enchanted by the gorgeous flower alleys outside the courtyard gate, and she fell in love with it.

The Austro-Hungarian Emperor Franz Joseph, who was deeply in love with the Empress, bought the courtyard and gave it as a gift to his most beloved woman. Later, the beautiful queen returned to Vienna, but the flower alley and the flowers bloomed forever, lasting for a hundred years without withering.

Since then, the Empress has come to Florence several times to rest in her alleys and courtyards.

Twenty years later, the Empress was assassinated in Geneva, and the sad news spread that Florence was grieving, and citizens once again came here with bouquets of flowers to mourn the beautiful Empress.

The Florentines named the alley after the empress's name, 'Emilia', to thank the empress for her favor of the city and to commemorate the most delicate and beautiful flower in the alley.

Born into the Bavarian Wittelsbach family, the Empress was canonized by the Bavarian royal family at the age of eleven, and until she married Franz Joseph and became Empress, she was respectfully called Elisabeth as a countess. She was the Empress of Austria-Hungary, but people still preferred to call her girlish nickname, Princess Sissi.

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Christine Josephine stood at the door of the courtyard and looked back at the white pavilion, a gift from her great-grandfather to her great-grandmother more than a hundred years ago. Christine loved it here, and loved the long alley of flowers outside the door, like her great-grandmother.

Summer vacation is over, and tonight at nine o'clock is the final time to return to school. The rules at the Keysman School of Business are very strict, and a minute late is recorded. After playing with Aunt Katie for two days, I finally waited helplessly for the day of school.

There was a direct flight to Hanover at 2 p.m., but Christine booked the 5 p.m. flight. Maybe it's because you want to stay a little longer in this beautiful flower alley, or maybe it's because the 5 o'clock flight stops in Milan.

It was still early, and Christine sat on the hanging chair outside the door, stroking the fragrance of the flower alley with her eyes. The alley is not straight, Piazzale Michelangelo is not visible from her, and she is not visible from the outside.

Christine looked at the flowers, and the flowers lowered their heads shyly, she was the most delicate one in the flower alley.

She thought of him, sweet in her heart but sad in her brows. She didn't know how to take the initiative to find him, to take the initiative to speak, which was not taught in school. Since she entered the Kisman School of Business at the age of 17 two years ago, she has received many expressions of love from famous and noble boys, and handsome sons from the royal family also abound, and strict school rules cannot stop them from holding flowers one after another.

Christine politely and very clearly declined them all, because she was not yet old enough for her mother to allow a relationship, and because her heart had already been filled with him without leaving a single gap.

Six years ago, his knightly figure suddenly crashed into the girl's love, and his appearance and his shadow could no longer linger, lingering in his heart, there was sweet and a little sour. Year after year, year by year, year by year, year by year, year by year, he filled her heart.

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Zhuo Yang sat on a rattan chair and looked down at the menu on the left bank in his hand, but his thoughts wandered around and he had already left here. The eight-panel rose-colored menu is beautifully crafted, with the names of several famous dishes and chefs on the left bank printed on one side, and completely blank on the other, with only the logo of the left bank in the corner, and the shield shape of six swords clustered on top of each other. Many customers who come here to dine will take a menu with them as a souvenir, or write something on the back and give it to someone they want to give.

Zhuo Yang thought about his love and thought of the four women who had a relationship. It's been two years since he arrived in Milan, and despite all the scandals in the media, Zhuo Yang actually lives a puritanical life.

Resa Kova, who is far away and no longer in touch, Zhuo Yang has long since stopped resenting her, and what the young boy sprouted that year was not love, but the pursuit of beauty in loneliness and loneliness.

Li Xiaoqing, who is far away and has no contact with her, now seems to have become a person from two worlds. The previous guilt gradually faded in his heart, and Zhuo Yang realized that he didn't actually owe Xiaoqing anything. There is no commitment between the two people, only a hint of intense ambiguity.

Beverly Deng, who is close at hand but also has no contact, and she are actually not in love, they are two straight lines that should not intersect.

The only Sun Yumei who still keeps in touch with each other, Zhuo Yang can see the confusion and reluctance in her eyes, but Zhuo Yang doesn't feel anything anymore, he likes her, just because he likes his childhood.

All these chaotic entanglements happened in Hannover two years ago, and in the two years in Milan, Zhuo Yang, who was no longer troubled by feelings, finally saw his heart clearly, those were not the love he wanted, they were just chance encounters in life.

But where is your love? Zhuo Yang raised his head and looked at the flower alley opposite.

I don't know why, it just so happened that there were no tourists in the alley at this time, and the quiet and colorful dream tunnel went straight into his heart from that end.

Suddenly, he froze, Zhuo Yang held his breath, and his heartbeat seemed to stop suddenly at this moment.

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