Rebirth of the Painted Soul

The sky in Italy is exceptionally blue, and the clouds are not as elegant as those in China. They are thick and deep, as if it will rain at any time.

In the wilderness in the distance stood a few houses, brightly colored.

Everyone around him is taller than Liang Hanqing, and he, who is about 1.7 meters tall and in the domestic standard, looks like a child here.

A person who was nearly 1.9 meters tall in the aisle walked by with luggage. Liang Hanqing swallowed his saliva looking at the majestic back of that person.

Are all foreigners this tall? !

The flight attendants on the train shuttled back and forth in uniform, and the language in their ears was like alien language, which gave Liang Hanqing a headache.

Sighing, he turned his attention back to the language book he just bought, trying to memorize words.The small letters are arranged into a series of awkward and difficult to remember sentences, which makes Liang Hanqing's mind full of these ants-like things.

Fortunately, Liang Hanqing has a relatively strong memory and can memorize it quickly.

Adonis sat idly on the seat opposite Liang Hanqing, flipping through a newspaper casually.

"Nice." After reciting the last word of today's goal, Liang Hanqing wrote to him, raised his head and said, "How long is it until we arrive in Florence?"

Adonis flipped his wrist, revealing the expensive Swiss watch. He looked at it and said, "Well, there's almost half an hour left."

Liang Hanqing was a little excited, and said, "Do you think Adams will accept me as a student?"

Adonis smiled lightly, closed the newspaper, put it on the table in front of him, scooped up the cup at hand, took a sip of the drink, and said, "That depends on what he thinks, in fact, he was originally in China, but, You know, the painting of Florence was so attractive, so he went back to China and didn't choose students."

Liang Hanqing rubbed her soft black hair, and said with some hesitation: "I heard from the gossip that you came to China to select students from Ju Adams, why didn't I see you choose?"

Adonis put down the cup, propped his chin with his slender hand, blinked his eyes, his blue eyes looked clearer under the sunlight outside the window, he said: "Most rumors are rumors, I didn't say that I went to China It’s for Alan to pick students, besides, with Alan’s character, if he didn’t pick students himself, he would definitely not teach.”

"Oh..." Liang Hanqing lay on the table, fiddled with the book in her hand, and said, "Then do you like anything? I mean Huazi."

After hearing this, Adonis shook his head, and said, "It's still too tender. If I practice it for a few more years, I believe it will catch my eye."

"Oh..." Liang Hanqing buried her head in her arms and replied in a muffled voice,

Is Qi Hengzhi still too young...

"Haha, in fact, you want to ask how the boy who was with you that day painted." Adonis immediately guessed what Liang Hanqing was thinking, and he said: "I've heard of their family's name. No, a lot of people have come out of their family, according to my standards, it's actually not bad, but it's too tender."

Liang Hanqing's head still didn't lift up, her mouth was slightly pouted in a place that Adonis couldn't see, tender?Of course, Qi Hengzhi is only 16 now...

Inexplicably melancholy, his two lifetimes combined are actually not too young. He was in his thirties when he died in his last life, but now he has never matured as an adult, but has become more and more childish... How can he not grow up?

A reminder sounded on the train radio, and Adonis looked at his watch, then looked out of the window, and said, "We're almost at the station, pack your things."

After scooping up the luggage and getting out of the car, Liang Hanqing stood outside the line and took a deep breath, looking around, still unfamiliar.

The shoulders were gently embraced, Adonis took the luggage, led Liang Hanqing forward, and said: "Don't be dazed, let's go, I will show you something good."

After hailing a taxi, Adonis reported the place name with ease.

Liang Hanqing's eyes have never been willing to move away from the window, that's natural, they have already arrived in Florence, a place full of medieval European style.

Liang Hanqing's shining black eyes were reflected on the clean glass, and what he saw through the window made him unforgettable for a long time.

The tone of the whole city is warm, with orange-red roofs and mottled marks of history on the walls.

The car was walking on the streets, Liang Hanqing was stunned for a long time by the unique flavor of this city.

Fei Leng Cui, such an exquisite name, is such a city...

He suddenly remembered Xu Zhimo's poem - A Night in Fei Leng Cui.

Because he read it a long time ago, he can't remember the full text, but only remembers the part with a lot of emotion.

"The rustling of the wind on the white trees above my head is my mourning song. This breeze, blowing from the olive forest, with the fragrance of pomegranate flowers, took my soul away, and the fireflies, amorous and courteous. The fireflies, with them showing the way, I will stop on the bridge of the third ring hole.”

Closing her eyes, Liang Hanqing carefully felt this rare moment.He seems to have traveled through time and returned to Fei Leng Cui, a place where art was extremely prosperous.

"Ah Qing, open your eyes."

After an unknown amount of time, Liang Hanqing was interrupted by a soft male voice.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the scene in front of him surprised him.

Where is he?

The entire emerald like a pearl appeared in front of him, the sky was as blue as water, and the clouds were pressing on the sky, as if half of them might collapse at any time, and the golden sunlight, through the gap left by the clouds, found the circle On the roof of the church, it looks like a dream.

The Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore stands quietly among the row upon row of houses, and the Giotto Bell Tower stands quietly next to the church, willingly serving as a foil.

The tall dome can be seen at a glance.

Liang Hanqing couldn't wait to open the car door, walked slowly to the stone railing, and looked into the distance quietly.

The originally rough stone fence was slightly smoothed by the wind, rain and people, and it felt slightly cool to the touch with fingers.

"This is Piazzale Michelangelo, where you can see the whole historical area, I used to come here when I was in a bad mood, but today it's the opposite, I'm very happy,"

Adonis also got out of the car at some point, leaning against the stone railing, with a warm smile on his face, just like the emerald city in front of him.

He said: "I love here not only because it is my hometown."

Liang Hanqing stared blankly at him for a while, then suddenly said: "Can I come here to sketch from life in the future?"

Adonis, who wanted to be a literary artist, felt a little helpless, pursed his lower lip, and said with a smile: "Of course, it didn't say that painting is prohibited."

"Then I must come here every day until I paint every angle of Florence here." Liang Hanqing leaned forward, leaning half of his body on the stone railing, "Where is the Uffizi Museum? Help me point out. "He has heard of the Uffizi's name for a long time, and he can't wait to see the real face.

Adonis smiled lightly, and said: "You can't see the Uffizi Museum here. Before you go to San Fe, I will take you to visit there. Don't worry."

"What about the statue of David?" Liang Hanqing was not disappointed, but stared at Adonis with bright black eyes, and asked.

Adonis sighed, and said, "The statue of David is in the square, and you can't see it here. I'll take you to see it when I leave later."