But in fact, this is not the case, just as most of the people who make Gao Sheng rich are long-term workers who listen to the roosters crow on the ridges in the middle of the night, and the young Medici more than 20 years ago is also poor and has a not very bright profession - he is a liar.

It was a sunny day when I met Fu Mingyu, the sun was shining, and the scorching sun whitewashed the entire Piazza Sinioli as if it had just been built, brand new and dazzling, people came and went in the square, they took pictures with the statue of David, with the statue of the sea god, with the statue of the duke, everyone was in high spirits, and the twenty-three-year-old Medici was lying on the bronze pig and dying.

His stomach was empty and hungry, he couldn't walk with hunger, and he was unlucky, and there was no little sheep to be slaughtered in the square today—the Medici of his youth was not only a liar, but also a liar who deceived Oriental girls, which was really shameful.

With only a few coins in their pockets, lying on the copper pig and bored, the Medici began to stuff coins into the mouth of the copper pig, there is a legend about this copper pig, put the coin into its mouth, let go of the finger, if the coin can fall smoothly into the groove below, indicating that the person who threw the coin will be lucky recently.

The Medici tossed the coin nine times, and unfortunately, each time the result told him that you had been out of luck lately.

When the tenth coin landed on the groove, the Medici's ears rang with the girl's crisp voice: "Hello, may I ask if this is a copper pig?" ”

The Medici raised her head, and in front of him stood a beautiful oriental girl, that was Fu Mingyu, who was nineteen years old and came to Florence for her studies.

"I've deceived a lot of Oriental girls, and every time I see an Oriental girl in Piazza Siniore, the first thing that pops into my mind is, hey, the little sheep is here. She was the only one, and the moment I saw her, I thought that she was so good-looking. If you ask me what love at first sight is, then I tell you, for a liar, it's love at first sight. ”

Nineteen-year-old Fu Mingyu is really beautiful, she has a little goose egg face with round lines that will never go out of style, if you want to use one word to describe her, you can probably only use gentleness. She and the Medici are diametrically opposed looks, the Medici is a half-breed, the eyebrows are deep and hard, handsome but can't stand to look at for a long time, not delicate and long, bright but a little fierce, is the face of the eyebrows, his hair is very light, but not soft, unruly flying around, that day he wore an old white sweater with a light collar and ripped jeans, but the Florentine silver-white sun shines on him and his clothes, his collarbone is deep, and there is a silver chain attached to it, and a small cross falls from the chain.

At this moment, he was lying on the copper pig, like a dead dog, he jumped down in embarrassment and pulled the hem of his sweater: "Yes, this is the Wishing Copper Pig." ”

Fu Mingyu squatted down and touched the mouth of the copper pig, a little disappointed, a little unwilling: "Is this really a copper pig?" ”

She muttered, "It's different from what Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales wrote." ”

It turned out that she was not here to make a wish, but to find the copper pig in Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale, and the Medici squatted down beside her: "What do you imagine the copper pig to look like?" ”

Fu Mingyu didn't think twice: "Smooth, naïve and cute." ”

The bronze pig in the square is not pretty, not a fairy tale at all, and the Medici feels sorry for the whole of Florence: "This is a copy, the one in the fairy tale is long gone." ”

Fu Mingyu was a little disappointed, she sighed slightly and stood up. The Medici followed and got up, but stumbled under his feet, took two steps back, and held the nose of the copper pig with the last hand and Fu Mingyu's wrist with the other to stabilize his footsteps.

Fu Mingyu's wrists were thin and smooth like silk, and the Medici felt that she was even more dizzy. Fu Mingyu looked at him with concern: "What's wrong with you?" ”

Medici pretended to be pitiful: "I'm a wild guide, and before I get a job today, I'm about to starve to death." ”

It just so happened that the senior friend who was originally scheduled to accompany Fu Mingyu on his trip to Florence had something to do and went to another place, and in this way, the Medici became Fu Mingyu's one-day tour guide in Florence. She first invited the Medici, who was about to starve to death, for a meal, and after she was full, the Medici began to take Fu Mingyu on a tour of Florence.

Fu Mingyu is an art student, and he came to Florence to study art, so when he visits Florence, of course, he also sees art.

The Medici took pictures of Fu Mingyu, explained to her the origin of everything she saw, and stopped her when she wanted to buy souvenirs: "The souvenirs here are too expensive, and the workmanship is not worth the price, I will take you to the old city, where the things are handmade by the old craftsmen." ”

Fu Mingyu listened to him obediently and walked behind him towards the old city.

It was already the beginning of the lanterns, and the street lamp stretched the shadows of the two people for a long time, and the Medici asked Fu Mingyu: "Aren't you afraid that I'm a robber?" ”

Fu Mingyu glanced at him: "Then are you?" ”

The eyes under the lights are intoxicating, so when Fu Mingyu was choosing a good souvenir and asking the price, the Medici quoted the price one step ahead of the shopkeeper, and it was really good and cheap, Fu Mingyu was satisfied, but the shopkeeper glared at the Medici, pulled him into the corner, and gritted his teeth: "She looks like a rich person, your brain is burned?" ”

Medici was speechless, and Fu Mingyu raised his voice and asked, "Medici, what are you doing?" ”

Medici dragged something casually and strode to Fu Mingyu's side: "It's nothing, the owner said that you are a lucky guest today, and I will give you one more of this." ”

The shopkeeper was behind the Medici and was about to cry.