Christine Josephine jumped out of the small chair and paced into the tunnel of flowers, where she liked to whisper hello and look at their shyness.

She walked to the center of the flower alley, bent down to sniff the violet, and blew to tease the poppy. Christine looked outside Flower Lane, to the left of the statue of David in Piazzale Michelangelo, where his dining room was.

Suddenly, the world seemed to freeze, and Krestin held her breath as she saw him.

Today is the best day.

The encounter when she looked up was really unexpected, and Christine was not mentally prepared at all, she stood stupidly in the middle of the flower alley, looking at him who was busy outside the flower alley.

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Zhuo Yang was stunned by the flower fairy who suddenly appeared in the flower alley, that girl was like a fairy of flowers and the queen of flowers. Wherever she walked slowly, all kinds of flowers were slightly folded, as if she was shy, and as if she was ashamed of herself in front of her.

The whole world is only left with flower alleys and flower spirits, a sense of beauty and dreaminess. Looking at the elves who explained the language of flowers in the flower alley, Zhuo Yang's heartbeat accelerated rapidly from the initial stop, jumping faster and faster, and an irrepressible creative impulse suddenly burst out in his mind, and the melody had already sounded in his soul.

There was no time to prepare, Zhuo Yang took out the pen he carried, flipped through the menu on the left bank, and quickly drew the stave on the back of the blank, which is the basic skill of music students.

Starting with the weak notes in F major, Zhuo Yang started the score on a simple line, and he fully integrated the intoxication of the dreamy wonderland in front of him into the tip of his pen. The notes appear one after the other quickly on the staff, one bar after another, in one go.

Zhuo Yang couldn't stop his pen, it turned out that the creative inspiration was so unstoppable, this feeling was so wonderful. The dreamy world of Flower Lane, the fairytale flower fairy, finally inspired the musical fountain he had accumulated over the years. With a lot of accumulation, a living composer was born.

Zhuo Yang looked up at the girl, but the pen in his hand did not stop, his smile was clear and warm.

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How could he be here today? Isn't there a game tomorrow? What is he busy writing?

Seeing Zhuo Yang looking up at this, Christine's heartbeat 'thumped' again: Oh my God, he looks so good when he laughs!

Flower fairies are naturally nymphomaniacs too.

He saw me! But why is he still writing? Shouldn't I walk over there?

Christine walked slowly towards the outside of Flower Alley, Zhuo Yang's creation had already entered the fourth part of the song. Christine walked out of the entrance of Flower Lane and into Piazzale Michelangelo, the fifth part of the score.

Christine, who almost walked out of the crutch, came to Zhuo Yang on the left bank, and the sixth part of the ending in C major was completed, and the whole movement was finished, which was beautiful.

"Brother Zhuo Yang."

A salutation suddenly woke him up from the artistic conception of the dreamy melody, and Zhuo Yang looked at Christine in front of him in surprise: Where is the flower fairy, it turned out to be her. Quickly pouted the rattan chair and stood up.

"Ouch, hello...... Cousin ......"

I knew her, but never knew her name. She is Midelle's cousin, and Zhuo Yang, who was slightly cramped in front of the fairy, followed Midel and called her.

'Puff~'! A 'cousin' immediately made Christine laugh, and her smile could make people's hearts bloom with flowers.

"Brother Zhuo Yang, my name is Christine Josephine, and we have met many times." Countless times, in my heart in a dream.

The embarrassment of the title was resolved by Christine's laughter, and Zhuo Yang hurriedly put down the pen he was still earning in his hand and stretched out his right hand.

"Yes, I've seen you many times, and I never know your name. Hello, Christine, I'm Zhuo Yang. After a closer look, the little girl from a few years ago was already a big girl, no wonder she didn't recognize it at first glance from a distance just now.

"I remember the last time I saw you, I should have ...... It was at the canonization ceremony of Midelle, that's right, the Belgian palace of Laeken. Zhuo Yang recalled: "I remember very clearly, it was at the beginning of 06. ”

"yes, it's been more than two years." Christine was overjoyed: it turned out that he remembered the days he saw me. "But then I met you twice, and I went to both Viennese New Year's concerts."

"Hey, then why didn't you tell me? I'm so ...... By the way, you don't have my phone, didn't Midel tell you? She's such a little. Zhuo Yang was not stupid at this time, and quickly took out his mobile phone. Christine, what is your number, I'll call you. ”

With Christine's bright smile, the two happily exchanged contact information.

"I remember the time at the palace of Laeken, you should have come to me." Zhuo Yang compared his head with his hand. "Now you're all with me." Compare the chin again. "I've grown so much taller! Hey, by the way, Midel said that you and I are only two days apart, so you ...... this year."

"I'm 19 years old, and on my birthday, I saw you ...... at the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games," Christine playfully gestured with her hands to play the piano.

"It's such a big girl, I didn't recognize it at first sight." Zhuo Yang began to reminisce about the past like an elder. "I saw you for the first time in Hanover that year, and you ...... At the age of 13, time flies! ”

It turns out that he remembers everything!

"Brother Zhuo Yang, shouldn't you be in Milan? You're here......"

"Oh, I've come to visit a senior maestro at the Mayflower Opera. Christine, do you live here? Are you Italian? ”

"No, I'm Austrian, and my home is in Vaduz, do you know there?"

"Of course I know, I've always wanted to go, and I heard from my friends that the scenery there is so beautiful that it's just like you." It always seems natural for art students to boast about people. "But I didn't have time, it was just over a hundred kilometers away from Milan."

153 km 323 m. Christine said to herself, "He really hasn't been there yet."

Although she has been accustomed to hearing other people's compliments on her appearance since she was a child, Kristen still feels a little shy when she hears her sweetheart praise her for the first time.

Next, Zhuo Yang dragged out another chair from the left-bank shop, gave the openwork rattan chair to Christine, and the two of them talked about it in the bright and gentle sunshine of love in Florence.

Zhuo Yang finally knew what kind of cousin Christine and Midel were related, Christine's father was Midel's own uncle, and also knew the reason for her appearance in Florence. Knowing that Christine went to school in Hanover, Midel became a little fool again.

"Christine ......"

"Brother Zhuo Yang, my family and friends call me CoCo, so you can call me CoCo too."

"Lovely name, okay, CoCo...... Oh, my God! "I almost scared CoCo out of the way." I remembered that year at the Laeken Palace, Midel accidentally said to me, 'Sister CoCo's favorite tiramisu', and I should have thought that she was talking about you, because I had heard your name for a long time. Zhuo Yang deliberately slapped his forehead.

"It's Midel's fault, I'm the bastard."

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