"Do you know what I'm learning in Italy?"

I frowned: "Isn't it an opera?" ”

She shook her head: "No, I actually studied computer science, which was a new major at the time, and my parents were in fashion. ”

Before the age of twenty, He Jialan had nothing to do with stage plays.

Zhang Yong'an's family is naturally rich, he can be regarded as a small open, in that era, the French Xiaokai played movies, Zhang Yong'an played stage plays, he formed a small drama club, on Zhang Yong'an's twenty-fifth birthday, He Jialan met the actors of his drama club.

There are not many people, Zhang Yong'an's stage play is oriented towards minimalism, and the first thing He Jialan saw at first sight was the bright and moving heroine An Xi and the handsome and upright male protagonist Nansa.

Zhang Yong'an introduced his friends to He Jialan, and the friends smiled and nodded to He Jialan one by one. Except for An Xi.

He Jialan knew at that time that An Xi was hostile to him.

There was also an Italian among Zhang Yong'an's friends, who worked in the theater, and he teased Zhang Yong'an half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Zhang, do you really want to do opera?" No one has ever done opera for us Italians. ”

Zhang Yongan held the wine glass, with a smile on his face: "Who said that I want to make an opera, what I want to do is a stage play that Chinese will like in the future." ”

He was slightly drunk, but the confidence and seriousness in his words could be heard by anyone, He Jialan's heart stagnated, she lowered her head and buried her red face behind the wine glass.

Later, Zhang Yong'an did it, and a year later, his first stage play was a success in Italy, which was the beginning of Zhang Yong'an's artistic career, and it was also the beginning of He Jialan's artistic career.

No one knew that the original heroine of that performance was An Xi.

The performance had been prepared for more than a year, and two months before the performance began, Ahn Hee suddenly went on strike, and she refused to go on stage again.

She did it on purpose, deliberately wanted to ruin Zhang Yong'an's career, Zhang Yong'an was angry like an anxious lion, and finally he pointed to He Jialan, who came to see their rehearsal: "Jialan, you can also dance, you go." ”

He Jialan subconsciously glanced at An Xi, and An Xi's eyes were full of disdain.

However, a few days before the performance began, An Xi's eyes turned to resentment, and she went to Zhang Yongan with an arrogant face, saying that she was willing to be the heroine again. Zhang Yong'an hugged her arms and looked at her coldly: "No need. ”

In the end, the heroine was still played by He Jialan, and the performance was a great success, Zhang Yong'an came up from the backstage, held He Jialan's hand, and held the curtain high, He Jialan heard the sound of her own heartbeat, knock knock, like a child running on the empty old wooden stairs at midnight.

After the performance, at the celebration banquet, He Jialan sat next to Zhang Yong'an.

"After a long time, I remembered that the seat opposite me was empty, and it was An Xi who used to sit next to Zhang Yong'an, and I was sitting in that empty seat."

Halfway through, He Jialan went to the bathroom and met An Xi by the sink.

An Xi washed his hands slowly: "I met Zhang Yong'an in Taiwan when I was 17 years old, followed his footsteps to the hidden country and then to Italy, and gave up my major for his career to change to stage plays, in fact, I hated dancing the most since I was a child. ”

She dragged a tissue to wipe her hands: "The summer before last, I asked him, Zhang Yong'an, will you marry me?" He didn't answer, and the next day he flew to Ghana, and when he came back, we had become ordinary friends. ”

She threw the crumpled tissue into the trash can: "No flower can keep butterflies, He Jialan, you in the coming day are who I am today." ”

"Now that I think about it, she should have been warning me, but I thought she was jealous of me. When people are young, they are a little stupid, a little lucky, believing that they are special and the terminator, in fact...... Most of them are just passers-by. ”

Young people are not just passers-by, but also gamblers, He Jialan decided to take a gamble.

When she returned to the banquet, everyone was slightly drunk, He Jialan sat down next to Zhang Yong'an, and Zhang Yong'an poured her a glass of wine: "Everyone praised you for your good performance just now, Jialan, you were born for my stage play." ”

He put his hand on his chest and exaggeratedly said, "You are a gift from heaven." ”

He was so pompous, but she still couldn't help but burst into tears, she asked Zhang Yong'an: "Then can you invite you to accompany me on a night tour of Venice?" ”

Zhang Yong'an immediately got up, grabbed her wrist, and bowed to everyone present: "Let's go first." ”

Venice at night is more beautiful than during the day, He Jialan and Zhang Yong'an stand on the gondola and drift down the river, both of them are slightly drunk, and they refuse to sit down, and the boatman can't help but remind them: "You have to hold on to each other." ”

Hearing this, the girl He Jialan silently chewed and repeated in her heart, yes, I will hold on to him and never let go.

In the sound of flowing water, a bridge is close in front of you, it is the famous sigh bridge in Venice, it is said that kissing love under the sigh bridge can be eternal, the bridge is getting closer and closer, He Jialan fermented courage in her heart, finally, when the boat passed under the bridge, she shouted Zhang Yong'an's name, Zhang Yong'an turned around, He Jialan stood on tiptoe and kissed him with her eyes closed.

The result, of course, was that two drunkards grabbed each other and fell into the river.

"We fell into the lake, shivering from the cold, very embarrassed, but I was so happy that we finally kissed under the Bridge of Sighs."

"But what I didn't know at the time was that kissing under the Bridge of Sighs could last forever, it was just a false wish, and the true story is that the sighs of the Bridge of Sighs were the sighs of the condemned prisoners, and it was the condemned prisoners who saw their girlfriends kissing other men when they crossed the bridge. The Bridge of Sighs has never had anything to do with the steadfastness and eternity of love, it just represents, death and betrayal. ”