CHAPTER XXV

In front of the red palm wood dining table, plates of delicately plated food are arranged.

At opposite ends of the table are two plates with the same food, a standard English breakfast, bacon, omelette, baked beans, mushrooms, and two sausages that are fried throughout.

On the rest of the plates, there is also a vegetable salad, as well as cheese baked lobster.

Yan Chaoyu pulled the dining chair apart, the half-pulled cuffs revealed a forearm, Wen Zhen's eyes paused slightly, and he noticed a striking tooth mark on the inside, which must have seen blood, and it was all scabbed.

There is an answer in my heart, the initiator is myself, but Wen Zhen just lowered his eyes and sat down with his skirt brushed, turning a blind eye.

When flattening the corners of the skirt, I also gently pressed down the few wisps of guilt that arose in my heart.

In front of him, a delicately carved bone china cup was pushed, the strong fragrance of espresso wafted into his nose, and in the afterglow was the slender fingers resting on the cup and saucer, Wen Zhen swallowed his throat and pretended to ignore it, twisted the cup handle and took a sip.

After a faint glance, he saw the magnolia flower pattern carved on the cup.

A sudden pause.

The taste buds return instantly.

Wen Shan likes to understand the place and people, so he will also say a few more words to him.

Because you have received a better one, you will compare it with the one you meet next.

What a big difference.

Remembering what he said, Western food is not bad, but it is not as good as Michelin.

They, Miss Wen.

Speaking of this, Wen Shan's eyes changed, and he sighed lightly: "I almost forgot, it seems that such a good look is because of love." ”

Following his gaze, Wen Zhen lowered her eyes, only to realize that she had a small mouthful of mushrooms, which she was chewing in several bites, and there was still half of it left.

Wen Shan thought to himself, and thought of Wen Zhen's big husband, and suddenly felt that such a difference was also taken for granted.

As soon as they arrived at the airport, the people arranged by Professor Li recognized them at a glance, respectfully picked them up in the car, and drove to their destinations.

Wen Zhen ate a few more bites of bacon and sausages, the aroma of the gravy almost burst between his lips and teeth, the heat was well controlled, and the meat was not greasy at all.

This meal was unprecedented, she ate almost all the meat on the plate, and as for the mushrooms she tasted for the first time, she lost her spare stomach.

"Or, just wandering?"

Seeing this, Yan Chaoyu smiled and said nothing.

Wen Zhen took the thin blanket handed over by the flight attendant, she ate a little unsavoury about this meal on the plane, and didn't move a few bites, Wen Shan was a little hungry, and she didn't need to control her diet, she was full of food, wiped her mouth, and she glanced at Wen Zhen's side.

The first half of the sentence is true, not a drop of water.

The plane arrives at Amerigo Vespucci Airport.

No, it's a beautiful and charismatic walking Minion.

Wen Shan, a walking Minion.

The gears drive the gears, and so is the social order.

After this dream was opened, she slowly teased her eyelashes, the clouds outside the porthole were very thick, the time difference between Italy and China was 6 hours, and the time was calculated that it was four o'clock in the morning in China, and it was still two o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was a clear light blue, and the sun was shining on the earth.

chatted and chatted, and talked about the few people who arrived in the morning.

For example, the dinner that didn't take a few bites.

The flight to Florence takes 13 hours, including a stopover in Frankfurt.

"They arrived earlier than Miss Wen, and they should have afternoon tea in the manor at this time."

Some of the answers came to my heart and sank again.

This brunch was eaten very much, and there were a few light knocks on the table, and she raised her eyelashes blankly, and saw the man's thick and neat eyebrows slightly raised, "Not to taste?" ”

But these strange feelings made her not know whether to ring the alarm bell in her heart or leave the doors and windows open.

"Have you gained weight lately?"

There is a saying that what you lose, you can't lose the temple of the five organs.

"Possibly?" Wen Shan straightened his headrest, grabbed her slender wrist again, and went down to her waistline: "It feels okay, it's still quite thin, but your face is indeed much better, ruddy and complexion-"

Teaching-related assessments have their own real learning, but the world is always turning like this when people outside of teaching are sophisticated.

The driver Xu is often the owner of the hospital, sometimes talk a lot, sometimes talk less, pinch people's hearts.

The second half of the sentence seems a little modest.

The embarrassment of being seen through made her quickly swallow the remaining half.

Who knows what kind of mystery is hidden in this seemingly ordinary question.

"Zhenzhen, I've never seen you fall in love, how does it feel to get married directly?"

She hadn't weighed herself for more than a week, and when she mentioned this, she thought about every meal she had eaten in Tanting in the past few days, and replied, "I don't rule out this possibility." ”

Wen Zhen chose not to answer, but for a moment, she suddenly felt as if there was really a silent intrusion in her life.

The hand was quickly put down.

The little girl's skin was too thin, and he was afraid that he would annoy people again, so he had to comment in his heart, hiding a carnivore.

This master has been with Professor Li for many years, so some of the relationship should be understood from the end of the details.

With this conjecture, Wen Shan's back was also straight, and his gaze at Wen Zhen became more and more proud.

As soon as the car drove into the manor, before he got out of the car, he heard the laughter of girls in the courtyard.

Wen Zhen and Wen Shan carried their suitcases and followed the manor housekeeper to the room where they were going to stay in the next few days.

This villa is very local, with a baroque style extending from the outside in, and is an ornate palace, each with a sense of space and three-dimensionality, and several extremely delicate sculptures in the living room on the first floor.

Dozens of candles are lit on the huge crystal chandelier.

The escalator is full of all kinds of classic oil paintings of people, and there are two or three of them that she remembers the author, and she can't help but be a little surprised, she doesn't remember that Li Minhong has a hobby of collecting paintings.

Coming back to his senses, the whole villa looks retro and mysterious.

The light reflects the warm eyes clearly, from the red houses passing through the city to the furnishings of the manor in front of you, those familiar feelings are engraved in your heart.

On the first day of coming, Li Minhong accompanied everyone to have an extremely sumptuous dinner in the restaurant on the first floor.

One of the girls had a more lively personality, smiled and raised her glass, "Professor Li, is this our last dinner before training?" ”

Li Minhong was also amused, and after clinking glasses with her, she pretended to be mysterious and said, "I don't know, but I know that tonight, you will have a good night." ”

Everyone raised their glasses, the candles at the long table flickered, and the dinner was over.

Leaving the first floor and returning to the bedroom, Wen Zhen turned on all the lights in the room, the whole room was as bright as day, and her eyes swept over the various furnishings in the room one by one.

From the entrance to the innermost dark brown bed, the small table and sofa by the windowsill, and the vase on the table is a small daisy with white petals.

The style of decoration is very similar.

There's nothing strange about it, maybe every bedroom is the same.

Thinking so, Wen Zhen found a change of clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

The steaming heat of the room filled his eyes.

She closed her eyelashes and let the hot water wash away her porcelain-white skin until it was translucent.

In front of the mist-soaked wall mirror, the woman's slender white hand brushed the mist away, and the mirror clearly reflected her cheeks red from the mist, as well as some fine red spots in front of the round arc.

Her thick eyelashes drooped, she withdrew her gaze, picked up her clothes and slowly put them on, and when she returned to her room, she fell asleep with her pillow.

Don't think about anything.

Even if you go back to the city, don't think about anything.

Just think about what you're here for.

one\'s purpose in coming.

Esoteric training lasts for a week, from 8 a.m. to 7 p.m. every day, and the rest of the time can be arranged in the practice room.

In the dance industry, no matter what kind of dance, the most important thing is people who are willing to endure hardships.

And the people who can come here today may not have suffered the most, but they must not be afraid of hardship.

The time of 8 in the morning and 7 in the evening stipulates that some people can choose to appear in the practice room at 6 in the morning and in the evening, and even appear in the practice room at 5 o'clock in the morning.

It's not about being more diligent than anyone else.

It's that everyone understands that this week, they need to race against time.

There are leaders in all walks of life.

Between them, it can be regarded as a kind of silent competition.

Li Minhong never said that there would be any tests after the course, but even if they were not in Florence, they would appear in the country and in any competition that might be contested.

This intense, mentally intense training continues until the end of the day.

Everyone is like a fully drawn bow, firing arrows at this moment, and being able to breathe.

Li Minhong awarded the honorary certificates from the inspection in the past few days to everyone, but also said in advance, don't exchange reading, for everyone's evaluation, she thinks that they are all at this moment, the best state, please don't break this beautiful picture.

The girls have completed one of their life's answers, and on the last day, they can finally get to know the city known as the cradle of the Renaissance.

Before going abroad, Wen Zhen promised Sihui from the same dance troupe to be a one-day tour guide for her.

Wen Shan has finished all the famous scenic spots in the past few days, and he is no longer interested in this, and they are left on this trip around the city.

Wen Zhen held the camera to help Sihui take pictures on the old bridge, the girl smiled at the rising sun, and the sun sprinkled all over the Arno River under the bridge, reflecting sparkling waves, like floating broken gold.

After taking dozens of photos, passing a small boat under the bridge, Wen Zhen looked at it, remembering that a few years ago, she had taken such a boat, rickety, rowing across the river full of light and shadow.

"Zhenzhen, it's eleven o'clock so soon, find a restaurant, can I invite you to dinner?"

The thoughts were interrupted and hidden, and Wen Zhen smiled lightly.

According to the strategy of searching on the Internet, she took Sihui to a restaurant with good reviews.

The waiter led the two to their seats.

The furnishings here are not luxurious, dark tones, the walls covered with old wallpaper are covered with landscape paintings, and the dining table is equipped with small chandeliers in the form of candles, which is a favorite place for girls to take pictures and check in.

Sihui took the menu handed by the waiter, swept around, entangled, and finally turned her eyes to Wen Zhen for help.

"Zhenzhen, come on, I don't usually go abroad," Speaking of this, even in a foreign country, Sihui still covered her lips and whispered: "Actually, I'm afraid of stepping on thunder~"

Wen Zhen smiled, took the menu, quickly ordered the dishes for two people, and when he reached the end, his fingertips turned a page and stayed on the dessert, remembering that once in Lancheng, a person had stayed like this for a while.

After ordering, she handed the menu back to the waiter.

During the twenty minutes of waiting for the food, Sihui pulled Wen Zhen and took a large number of photos with her mobile phone and camera in turn.

Sihui drew the photos of the two to Wen Zhen one by one.

"God, Zhenzhen, your bones are really good, if I shoot the side face, every one must be refined, the bridge of my nose is my hard injury, I really want to pad it." She sighed.

Wen Zhen eyelashes: "You don't have a lot of work arrangements recently, you can try it if you want to." ”

Medical cosmetology is well developed in China, and there is generally no problem in choosing a regular hospital.

Sihui smiled bitterly and shook her head: "Forget it, I don't have that courage, even if I know that the risk is not high, but I still ...... Forget it. ”

At that time, Wen Zhen understood this, not everyone has the courage to go out, and there are some people in the world who need to be thoughtful in doing things, and they are unwilling to do something that is unguaranteed and fruitless.

After the topic ended, the dishes were also served.

Looking at the table full of meat, Sihui sighed lightly: "If they know about this, how many days will they punish us for losing weight?" ”

Wen Zhen raised his eyebrows, "Full of strength, no matter how full you eat, you have the strength to lose it." ”

"You're right, cheese is power, lose weight after eating and returning home!"

Sihui has endless words, bright as a beam of sunshine, Wen Zhen is a quiet listener, but also a qualified listener, will take her words in time, this small half-day journey they get along happily.

If, not reunited with that person.

Some bloodlines are the most impregnable fortresses in the world, while some bloodlines are just a glimpse of what they do.

In the corridor of the restaurant, she had just come out of the bathroom, still twisting a ball of toilet paper that had wiped her hands, and when she leaned over and threw the paper ball into the trash can, her eyes reflected an off-white figure.

The men wore casual shirts and shorts, and their eyes were full of tenderness brushing the ears of the women beside them, and happiness seemed to spread from them to every part of the restaurant.

When passing by, Wen Zhen's breathing was slightly suffocated.

She couldn't be clearer, Wen Zeyi must have recognized her, but his steps didn't stop for a second.

She could even hear the blonde woman next to her asking him, "Do you kno that girl."

“ho？”

“The girl in a hite dress has been looking at you.”

The elegant-looking middle-aged man smiled and replied, "Sorry, I don\'t kno her."

The second hand of the wall clock turns a notch, and the slightly wet paper ball falls into the trash.

She gathered all her emotions and walked back to the table with her back straight, she wanted to erase every memory of what had just happened.

She deeply hated Wen Zeyi, but she also looked up and worshiped Wen Zeyi when she was young.

She once thought that her father was the gentleest and most charitable father in the world.

She also felt that Wen Zeyi was the best painter in the world.

The day we left Florence was a silent night.

Wen Zhen sat in the VIP waiting room of the airport, looking out the window at the gray sky, she remembered that many years ago, it was also such a night, she was alone, boarding the flight back home.

Wen Zhen finally remembered that that night, she had seen a look in her eyes, and her disgust was about to overflow.

And that day was her fifteenth birthday.

The moment he boarded the plane again, Wen Zhen let out a long breath.

She never wanted to set foot in this place again.

The flight was suspended in Paris, as if by providence, and ten minutes after arriving in Paris, the whole city was plunged into a sudden rainstorm.

The radio began rolling emergency notifications of all flight delays.

Outside Charles de Gaulle Airport, strong winds, rain and lightning followed.

Wen Zhen looked at the wind and rain outside the window, and asked Wen Shan with a wistful expression: "Do we have to stay in Paris tonight?" ”

Wen Shan was taking out his mobile phone to record the shower outside the window, "Wait, let's post this scene to Moments first." ”

Hearing her tone, Wen Zhen swept away those haze moods out of thin air, and said with a smile: "Sister Shan, you are really, read everything first in the circle of friends." ”

Wen Shan didn't refute it, but her video was by no means a swiping sigh without nutrition.

Where is the rainstorm gone?

When the old lady fell out of love, the rainstorm in her heart was earth-shattering.

Five minutes later.

Wen Shan ushered in a private chat in the circle of friends.

"Damn, I didn't expect the first person to talk to me was actually that handsome lawyer!"

Wen Zhen looked at him: "Who?" What is the spare tire? ”

"What spare tire, Zhen'er, it's your lawyer Zhou~"

Wen Zhen's mind froze, and after a few seconds, he searched for a gentle face, "Zhou Wenli? ”

"Is that the name? I forgot, it should be, anyway, it's Zhongyi's handsome guy. Wen Shan said as he typed back to the other side.

After another two minutes, Wen Shan's eyes sparked at her: "Baby." ”

“？”

"Zhou Lu is also in Paris, he said to pick us up by car, do you say OK?"

Wen Zhen frowned and asked, "No, Sister Shan, how is the relationship between the two of you?" ”

Wen Shan was speechless for a while, frantically thinking about what she and Zhou Wenli could have to do with each other, it wasn't because of you that time that she added a friend, and she never talked again......

But in this way, Yi Wenzhen's character is bound to reject Zhou Lu.

But if it is a lie, it is said that she still has the slightest conscience......

But with such heavy rain, you can't really stay overnight at the airport, right?

The ideological struggle was done several times, and Wen Shan only said in a hurry, let's be a friend.

said it too awkwardly, Wen Zhen didn't doubt it, and only reminded her not to play with it, after all, it was the lawyer who controlled the handover of her large amount of inheritance!

The airport is brightly lit, but Wen Zhen is a little tired after a long day of traveling and driving, so he leans on the chair and closes his eyes to rest.

In a daze, she seemed to dream back to a few years ago.

The world in the dream was a little hazy, like a mist that could not be dispersed.

Some shadows became blurred, but those bitter emotions flowed in the blood.

When she was deep in this dream, reality seemed to have a voice to pull her back in time.

Thick eyelashes brushed the fabric of the suit, her eyes dimmed, she blinked, and gradually saw in front of her eyes, up was a huge black umbrella, more than enough to cover them.

Inside the black umbrella, in the dim light and shadow, she seemed to see Yan Chaoyu.

In his sight, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, Yan Chaoyu didn't seem to notice Wen Zhen's awakening, and his sharp jaw was slightly raised, looking dignified and cold.

Heavy rain in Paris, brushes and brushes.

The umbrella eaves seemed to be bent by the rain, and when he walked to the parking lot, the driver quickly opened the car door, and Wen Zhen sat in the car against his warm chest.

As soon as the car door closed, the sound of rain outside the door was also cut off.

There was silence all around, Wen Zhen half-tucked his eyelashes, and smelled the faint fragrance on his body.

The pair of warm and slender hands brushed a few locks of black hair that blocked her vision, so gentle that she couldn't speak.

There was an inexplicable emotion in that second, invading the shell, raging and slaughtering all her cells called strong, and her delicate eyelashes quickly soaked and covered with a layer of mist.

The world is reflected in the fog, hazy.

Like her dreams.

Perhaps, this is also a dream.

She had the feeling of peeking at him in the fog, until the palm of her hand gently cupped her face, and her fingertips wiped the dew of the fog condensation little by little.

One by one, falling in his palm, were her tears.

The lights in the car showed a cold white light, illuminating his face clearly, and the awe-inspiring and cold in those dark blue eyes all disappeared.

"Why did you wake up?"

"How do you... Will ...... in Paris"

Before the tears dried, her voice choked slightly, and she raised her hand to wipe the mist off her face.

It must be very unsightly to cry like this.

His wrist was pressed by his palm, and he sighed lowly, as light as if she were delusional.

"How do you think I'm in Paris?"

After a few seconds of silence, Wen Zhen lowered his eyes and said he didn't know.

8209 km apart......

Why did he appear out of thin air?

For no reason, she was asked to speculate about a kind of falsehood called fate.

That's something that can't be grasped tightly and can't be realized.

She struggled to disperse it.

In addition to the vanity and unreality, Yan Chaoyu leaned over and hugged her waist and brought her up, and the hot body temperature tightly wrapped her wet heart.

Outside the car window, the rain chirped, and he said, "Zhenzhen, you can imagine more possibilities."

(End of chapter)