Han Yu's mountain flower Zhengyan

Park Hye-yeon did not go out with Aylor and Tom on the second day, the limelight on the first day was already big enough.

When she got up early this morning, she received calls from three sisters from South Korea, all asking how she met the two big stars, and then they all left messages, to the effect: Little girl, come back and tell me the truth!

She took a map and walked around alone, which was quite comfortable.

While visiting a certain cathedral, she received a text message on her mobile phone.

There are only three short words above: sorry.

Her hand holding the mobile phone trembled, just at this time the bell from the bell tower not far away rang, hitting her heart one by one, and those things that she had deliberately forgotten came to her eyes again.

"Aurora?"

Park Hye-yeon wiped the corners of her eyes, then turned around, and saw Carlo in casual attire.

"Hi, Carlo, what a coincidence, isn't your restaurant open today?"

Carlo spread his hands handsomely: "You have to believe that the restaurant can still operate without me."

For a romantic Italian man, it is easy to choose between love and career.

Park Hye-yan smiled when she heard the words, "Without you sitting in charge in the store, there would definitely be a lot fewer customers, especially female customers."

Carlo is handsome and humorous, and there are far more female customers than male customers in the restaurant.

"We are destined to meet each other. In view of our fate, please allow me to show you my hometown."

He didn't ask her about the abnormal expression just now, which made Park Huiyan feel relieved, and it's better to have him as a local snake as a tour guide than to walk aimlessly by herself.

Coming out of the St. Peter's Basilica designed by Michelangelo for Pope Julius II, Park Hye-yeon said, "I thought you would take me to places that are less famous but very distinctive."

From the Pantheon to the Colosseum, the Basilica of the Virgin Mary to St. Peter's Basilica, the two went to the major representative attractions of Rome just like ordinary tourists.

"When people go to a city, don't they always take a look at the representative buildings of the city?" Mr. Carlo walked on the side near the road, blocking the passing cars and people for her, "Besides, this is the first God, I always have to let you be shocked by this city first, and then you will stay, and then you will be in the mood to appreciate the scenery of 'a lesser-known but very distinctive place'."

"With your words, I look forward to tomorrow very much."

On the way back to the hotel, the car passed Marcello Theater Road, Park Hye-yeon looked at Vittoriano in the rearview mirror, and suddenly remembered the scene where Princess Anne and Bradley passed by this road on a motorcycle in "Roman Holiday". lens.

As if reading her thoughts, Carlo slowed down the car.

"Many Hepburn fans come to Rome, and they will go to the places that appear in the movie."

Park Hye-yeon leaned on the car window and looked out. Apart from the fleeting buildings and vehicles outside, there was no trace of the romance in the movie. She sighed and turned around to sit down.

"Movies are always movies, and we are always living in reality."

Now that the beauty's soul has passed away, what is left to movie fans is just some old video materials.

"That's true for celebrities, let alone me waiting for mortals?" Carlo glanced at the lonely expression on the face of the person next to him, "So when we are alive, we should enjoy every day, eat what we should eat, play what we should play, and love what we should love. , should hate hate."

Although he had known Park Hye-yeon for only a day, Carlo could tell at a glance that this girl had many things hidden in her heart. She looked happy on the surface, but occasionally there was some bitterness in her smile, which made people feel distressed.

Park Hye-yeon turned her head to look at him: "Thank you, Carlo."

This man is so skillful in comforting people, he is indeed an Italian man known for his high EQ.

"We're friends, aren't we?"

As if to prove the word 'friend', in the next few days, Carlo took her around the streets and alleys of Rome, ate a lot of food that she had never heard of or seen before, and scoured a lot gadgets.

At this time, the two were sitting in the English teahouse in the Plaza de España.

Park Hye-yeon packed all the trinkets she found in bags, and wrote their names on labels.

She just bought the bag in a handicraft store. It is similar to an ancient purse, made of high-quality silk and exquisitely embroidered on it.

"Sometimes I really don't understand what you girls are thinking. The bag used for packaging is more expensive than the gift inside." Carlo took one and played with it in his hand, "Where are you going next?"

Because Park Hye-yeon has no plans to return to Korea for the time being, she plans to mail all the gifts she bought along the way, and ask Park Jun-hee to help her run errands to deliver them.

Of course, she didn't say when she would leave, but Carlo didn't understand her actions.

After eating, playing, and chatting with him these days, he gradually got to know Park Hye-yan better, knowing that she is a girl who looks gentle but never drags her feet. Although she is a little stubborn, she will not change what she believes.

Of course, as a friend, he also learned that she was traveling because she broke up with her boyfriend when chatting with her, which made him very happy.

Although love is free, it is of course better if the other party has no object.

"London."

Originally, Park Hye-yeon planned to go to Lyon first, but yesterday her teacher called her, first asked her about her leg injury, and after learning that she was getting better, she asked her to go to London in the next two days .

She vaguely guessed what was going on, but at the same time, she didn't dare to let herself think too much. She expected less now, and she would be less disappointed when the time comes.

Carlo thought she wanted to see the place where she used to live, and joked: "You have to hurry up if you want to go. It will be much more troublesome to go after Brexit is successful."

Park Hye-yeon was putting the wrapped presents into the bag one by one, when she heard this, she chuckled, "You're right."

In fact, after entering the Emperor, the dance troupe applied for a British green card for her. Even if Brexit is successful, it is still very convenient for her to go.

After drinking afternoon tea, the two went to Keats' tomb, the last stop of their tour in Rome.

John Keats, a famous British romantic poet, his parents died when he was young, and he himself only lived to be 26 years old.

Although comparing herself with this great poet is to put gold on her face, it is probably because of some similarities in experience. When Park Hye-yeon was studying, apart from Shakespeare, Keats was her favorite.

She had just been to the memorial hall on the right side of the Spanish Steps in the afternoon, but it was a different mood to come to the cemetery now.

The tombs of Keats and Seven stand side by side on the grass.

There is a relief carved on the tombstone of Keats, which is an ancient Greek lyre. This lyre should have eight strings, but four have been broken, and only four remain, which means that the poet's genius was cut off by death before it was exhausted. .

According to Keats' last wish, his name is not engraved on the stele, but only his own inscription: "He who sleeps here will be famous in the water."

The tomb of Keats' life-and-death friend, Savin, is next to the tomb of Keats. The tombstone is engraved with drawing boards and brushes, indicating his identity as a painter.The inscription on the tablet reads: "Joseph Seven, dear friend and dying companion of John Keats, who saw Keats included among the immortal English poets."

Park Hye-yeon looked at the two tombs standing side by side in the setting sun, and sighed: "It is worthwhile to have such a close friend in life."

Carlo pointed to her gift bag, "Don't you have it too?"

Park Hye-yan was startled for a moment, then smiled: "Yes, I have it too."

"Love! thou art leading me from wintry cold, ?

Lady! thou leadest metosummerclime,

And I must taste the blossoms that tunnel fold

Inits ripe warmth this gracious morning time. ?”

Here is a short passage from Keats' Isabella, which means: I love!You're guiding me through the cold, girl!You are guiding me to the midsummer, and I must taste the flowers that are bathed in warmth and open to the beautiful morning light.

Carlo's voice is the subwoofer that is said to make you pregnant when you listen to it. It is thick and magnetic, and when he speaks English, he doesn't roll his tongue like ordinary Italians. His tongue-rolling sound is very flavorful.

It is a very enjoyable and romantic thing to listen to such a man who praises the voice actors read love poems.

Although they are now in the cemetery, at this time just when the sun is about to set, the earth is shrouded in orange light, creating a kind of hazy beauty, which is particularly artistic.

Park Hye-yeon couldn't help thinking that it must be very easy for a man like Carlo to catch a woman.

With this in mind, when she 'ran into' Carlo on the street again the second day after she arrived in London, she almost couldn't control herself and blurted out "Damn!"

At that time, the man was smiling and waving to her, "What a coincidence, dear Aurora."

If she didn't understand what his plan was, she would have lived in vain for the past twenty years, just because all the men chasing her like to play 'encounter'? !

The author has something to say: I, Hu Hansan, are back hot again! ! !