as long as you love

Xinji Island is said to be an island, but it is actually a city. The name of this city is Fremond.

In just a few hundred years of history, Fremont was once colonized by the Netherlands, Portugal, and the British, and later became a necessary place for South American countries and East Asian trade. From this, it has developed a splendid multiculturalism and is an inclusive country. Magnificent city on the island.

There is a large castle in the 15th century in the city. I don’t know which country that colonized it left behind. The castle has several jagged towering spiers, inheriting the style of medieval Gothic architecture.

In modern times, the local government has repaired and rebuilt the castle and developed it into a famous scenic spot.

On the fourth day of the itinerary, a group of people will stay in the city, visit the big castle and tour the city.

Huayuru translated the local guide's introduction all the way, looked back at his younger brother who was walking behind, and took two slow steps to wrap his arms around his shoulder: "Why are you so depressed?"

Hua Qi shook his head, but said nothing.

"Not happy?"

Hua Qi glanced at Yue Ling who was chatting happily with his parents in front of him, and his heart choked up.

"No."

Hua Yuru couldn't figure out what he was thinking, and didn't want him to be unhappy, so he left his parents and Yue Ling behind, chatting with him all the way, and coaxed the boy to smile when he was almost at the castle.

The castle needs to buy a ticket to enter the venue. Huayuru gave the money to the guide and asked him to help buy the ticket, and the group walked in.

In front of the castle is a large flat grassland, lined with neatly trimmed tall trees on both sides, which is quite magnificent.

There are many people who come here to visit, speaking the languages ​​of various countries, most of them talk in low voices with solemn expressions.

The guide was still talking about the history of the castle in the local language, most of which were information that could be checked by the authorities. The Chinese Confucianism was tired of translating, so he simply said: "Photography is not allowed in the castle, and the back garden is a private domain. You can’t go there, just visit other places at will.”

The guide saw that the Chinese Confucianism was no longer translating, and felt that it was boring, so he made an appointment with them to meet at the door and went to rest.

The inside of the castle is very large, and the roads are intricate like a maze. People who come here for the first time must be confused.

After a while, Hua Xianjie and his wife separated from Hua Yuru and the others.This is not a big problem, a few people can contact again, Hua Yuru is worried about the younger brother who is blind, he has a very poor sense of direction, he is very afraid that he will get lost and cry alone in the middle of the road like when he was a child, that is really true I have lingering fears.

So when he was commenting on the paintings on the corridor wall with Yue Ling, he turned his head and said to Hua Qi: "Qiqi, there are many people here, please don't wander around, follow us closely."

Hua Qi looked away, and let out a sigh, indicating that he understood.

Most of the paintings collected here are high-quality imitations, and the original works have been transferred to the National Museum for collection, but they are still a kind of paintings that can be appreciated, and some of them can even reach the level of real ones, and you may get real works even if they are put out for auction. 6, 7% of the price.

Works from the 12th century to modern times can be found in the long gallery, and there are many famous artists.

Hua Qi even found a picture of swimming shrimp signed by Mr. Qi Baishi at the corner of the corridor. He was a little surprised, not sure if it was real or not.However, it can be seen that the castle owner who inherited the castle in the past has a deep family background and a wide range of interests.

When Hua Qi was in the United States, he followed Amanda to learn the history of Chinese and Western art painting in a leisurely manner, and also talked about several painters in Western history, so he watched the paintings with great interest, from the author's appreciation to the background of the painting, from the genre to the painting Technique, pen and color...

Hua Yuru was wearing a pair of smoky gray half-sleeves today. Hua Qi remembered that, so while looking at the painting, he followed the smoky gray out of the corner of his eye. After a while, he looked up and found that the young man with smoky gray half-sleeves had turned into a Uncle in smoke gray jacket.

Hua Qi was startled, subconsciously looked around.

After a few seconds, it was finally clear that he was lost.

Although the mobile phone, cash and passport were all held by his parents, he was not very panicked, because he knew that Huayuru would always find him.Just like that time when I was a child.

When I was 8 years old and got lost in Los Angeles, I was with the Connor couple.After the two found out that the child was missing, they immediately called the Hua family.At that time, Huayuru happened to be in the United States for business negotiations. After hearing the news, he immediately left for Los Angeles, contacted the police in Los Angeles, and put pressure on the city bureau through his father's network, and almost used half of the police force in the city to find him. people.

Hua Qi didn't know this, he just remembered wandering around the bustling streets for a long time at a loss, and finally cried out in fear, when someone came up to ask him, he didn't understand English at that time, so he refused to go with them , just sat there and cried.

He thought that he was lost, and his brother was still in China, so he must not know it, so he would never see his brother again, just thinking about it made him very sad, and tears fell like money.

In the end, after an unknown amount of time, a pair of gentle hands wiped his weeping face clean. The first thing he focused on was his brother in a cold suit who was supposed to be in China.

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From then on, he was determined, no matter how far he went, his brother could always find him.

Walking and walking, the gallery is exhausted.On the side is a gate with exquisite patterns and carvings.

Hua Qi ignored that there were no tourists here. He thought that the door could lead to the intersection where he came in just now, so he pushed open the heavy door.

But this door turned out to lead to the inside.

There seems to be a large garden behind the door, with a wide view and a considerable area.I don't know what kind of rose, yellow and pink, opened the whole garden, and was pruned into various large geometric patterns, some of which are as tall as a person, and it is a small maze when you walk in.

Hua Qi was attracted by this majestic picture, and for a moment forgot his lost situation.He walked down the central axis, and the ding-dong sound of the spring water gradually approached. When he reached the end, he saw a small fountain more than 4 meters high, with a marble base and animal statues carved all around, which was very exquisite.

And in the corner of this fairyland-like garden, not far from the marble fountain, sat a gray-haired foreign old man.

The old man was sitting sideways facing Hua Qi, wearing a yellowish white vest and a pair of baggy shorts, which really didn't fit in with this beautiful scenery.

Hua Qi didn't ask abruptly, because he found that the man was painting.The painting is probably a certain rose in the garden, but the abstract shape and weird color use make people uncertain.

A standard Chinese accent suddenly said: "Have you seen enough?"

Hua Qi searched for a long time, and found that it was the old man who was talking. When he met the gray eyes of the other party, he couldn't help but wonder: "You can speak Chinese? No, how did you guess that I am Chinese?"

The old man put down his paintbrush and changed to a thinner one, hehe said, "As you said, guess what—how, what do you think of this painting?"

"Excellent. The colors are very bold and bright." Hua Qi said seriously.

"Hahaha, you know what you're talking about." The old man was amused by him, and began to teach casually, saying that he wanted to teach Hua Qi how to draw.

Hua Qi discussed painting knowledge with him for a while, and the two talked more and more speculatively. English said to the old man: "Master Earl, we are very sorry that a stranger disturbed your rest because of the shift change."

Hua Qi was startled, only to see the old man in the white vest smiled meaninglessly and waved his hands.

The waiter hesitated for a moment, then said again: "A young man is looking for his younger brother outside." He glanced at Hua Qi, "I wonder if I'm sorry...?"

The old man rushed to Hua Qi and said, "It seems that your family has been found." Then he turned to the waiter and said, "Let him in."

"Okay, my lord."

After a while, I saw a smoky gray half-sleeved young man walking anxiously from the road. When he saw Hua Qi, he breathed a sigh of relief.Only then did he approach the old man and said respectfully to the old man, "Lord Earl Annan, I'm sorry for bothering you."