He Jialan still went to Italy in the end.

Writing letters overnight left her infected with the virus, colds and fevers, and finally pneumonia, which provided credible corroboration for her letters.

After recovering from her illness, He Jialan came to Italy.

Her parents found a school for her to study, and after she settled in, she went to Venice for a while after leaving school.

Almost as soon as he arrived in Venice, he fell in love with this place, this ancient city, how gracefully and slowly rotting, the scenery was as beautiful as a postcard, and the pigeons and clowns were flying in the square. Entering the city gate of Venice, there are two white stone pillars, engraved with the patron saint and the patron lion of Venice, solemn and sacred.

"I didn't know it at the time, but that was also the place where the death penalty was carried out in ancient Venice."

He lives in the San Marco district, which is home to Venice's most famous Firebird Opera House. She went to the opera house once a night, watched the opera at the Firebird Opera House for half a month, and finally met Zhang Yong'an at the door of the opera house one night.

Leaving Ghana and coming to a civilized society, Zhang Yong'an no longer has a sackcloth shirt and khaki pants, he is dressed in leather shoes, and he is instantly handsome and tall for his age, but his smile is still so moving.

"Hey, what a coincidence." With a smile in his eyes, he greeted He Jialan.

He Jialan wanted to say to him, it's not a coincidence, it's not a coincidence at all, I've been waiting for you here for half a month, if you don't come tonight, I will continue to wait.

But she said, "yes, what a coincidence." ”

I asked He Jialan, "Why don't you tell him?" ”

He Jialan was silent for a long time: "At that time, I thought that a romantic person like him would like fate and believe in fate. ”

Zhang Yong'an and the people next to He Jialan switched seats and sat next to He Jialan, they didn't enjoy the opera that night, and said a few words from time to time, absent-mindedly.

After the opera ended, Zhang Yong'an sent He Jialan back to the hotel, and he asked He Jialan: "Why did you come to Italy?" ”

He Jialan subconsciously recited the words written in the letter to his parents like an endorsement: "I don't like Ghana, Ghana has backward medical care and underdeveloped education......

After reciting this sentence, He Jialan felt that her cheeks were hot, and she guessed that her face must be as red as a curtain, but fortunately, it was dark, and Zhang Yong'an should not be able to see it.

Zhang Yong'an did not answer her words, but asked, "When did you come to Venice?" ”

He Jialan blurted out: "Yesterday." ”

Her face was even more red, her ears were hot, and Zhang Yong'an said: "Then you must not have visited Venice yet, I will take you to Venice tomorrow." ”

The next day Zhang Yong'an arrived as promised, He Jialan woke up early in the morning, pushed open the window and saw Zhang Yong'an standing downstairs, he changed into casual clothes, smoke gray shirt dark blue jeans, hands in trouser pockets, walking downstairs, the rising sun of Venice shone on his body through the filtering of leaves, he was bright and fresh.

He Jialan hurriedly changed into the clothes and shoes that she had put away at the bedside yesterday - this was specially purchased before she came to Venice.

In Venice in 1968, the girl He Jialan had soft black hair like clouds, a white dress, a grass-colored coat that was almost white, and soft white cloth shoes.

Beautiful to the point of being almost hypocritical, Zhang Yong'an joked to her: "It's very suitable for performing on stage." ”

They rode a gondola along the Grand Canal, and when they came to a place like a church or the governor's palace, they would disembark and go in to see the magnificent art collection inside, which Mr. Chang treasured all of them.

Coming out of the church, they did not return to the boat, but walked on St. Mark's Square, Zhang Yong'an bought a bag of food, He Jialan took it in his hand, and from time to time he threw out a small handful, leading the pigeons to fly.

The sky gradually darkened, the tide rose, and the St. Mark's Square was flooded, and He Jialan realized what a mistake it was to wear a pair of cloth shoes, the cloth shoes were soaked in water, and she walked more and more slowly, until Zhang Yong'an realized that something was wrong with her.

Zhang Yong'an glanced at her soaked shoes and grabbed her wrist: "Follow me." ”

He took He Jialan to a shoe store and chose a pair of small sheepskin boots for her.

He Jialan wanted to excuse herself, but Zhang Yong'an had already paid the bill: "As for the gift I gave you, remember that St. Mark's Square will flood at dusk, so don't wear cloth shoes next time." ”

Hearing this, I snorted, and I remembered that Ji Ran confessed to me back then, that is, to give me a pair of shoes.

I don't know what Zhang Yong'an was thinking at the time, but I know without a doubt what He Jialan was thinking at that time.