Golden Greenery

There are not many tourists in Michelangelo Square today. It is bustling but still very quiet. Zhuo Yang sat in a flower-woven rattan chair under the porch of the Florence branch on the Left Bank, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers in the air and looking at the long flower alley opposite.

This unique pair of single tables and chairs was something Zhuo Yang ordered Nino Gianni to put down on a whim when he came here the year before last. At that time, the branch had not yet opened and was being renovated. Nowadays, the business of the branch is very good. It is often necessary to book more than a dozen single-room seats in advance to try the delicacies. It is almost impossible to get a seat when you are in a hurry to have a meal. This pair of exquisite and elegant tables and chairs is also perfectly integrated into the store style and even into the overall artistic atmosphere of Michelangelo Square.

Even if he only comes here once a year, Zhuo Yang prepared this table and chairs for himself just to sit here and admire the dreamy flower alley opposite.

The small street of flowers is like a colorful tunnel, with various colors but not gaudy at all. Instead, it has a fairy-tale dreamlike feel. Looking from Zhuoyang, the long alley gradually closes at the end, which seems to lead to the fairy tale world of the kingdom of flowers.

Tourists in twos and threes linger in the flower alley to take photos, but they do not affect the tranquility of the flower alley, nor do they break the color of the flowers. When he came last fall, Zhuo Yang, like these tourists, stepped in to explore the world of flowers.

At the end of the flower alley, there is a three-story Baroque-style courtyard pavilion. It does not occupy a large area, but it is very simple, elegant, and very beautiful and charming. It was the property of the illustrious Habsburg family and still is. The courtyard was converted into a memorial hall in memory of Elisabeth-Amelia Eugenie, Empress of the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

In the autumn of 1877, Queen Elizabeth, the most beautiful woman in the world, came to Florence, Italy to relax, and stayed in the courtyard at the end of this alley. After receiving the news, the citizens of Florence flocked to the city and gathered all the flowers in the city to present to the beautiful queen. The next morning, the queen was deeply intoxicated by the gorgeous flower alley outside the courtyard gate, and she fell in love with it.

The Austro-Hungarian Emperor Franz Joseph, who loved the empress deeply, paid for the courtyard and gave it as a gift to his most beloved woman. Later, the beautiful queen returned to Vienna, but the flower lane and the flowers bloomed forever, lasting for hundreds of years without fading.

After that, the Queen came to Florence many times and rested in her flower alleys and courtyards.

Twenty years later,

The queen was assassinated in Geneva, and the city of Florence mourned the bad news. Citizens once again came here holding bouquets of flowers to mourn the beautiful queen.

The Florentines named this alley after the "Emilia" in the middle of the queen's name to thank the queen for her favor to the city and to commemorate the most delicate and beautiful flower in the flower alley.

The Queen was born into the Wittelsbach family of Bavaria. She was canonized by the Bavarian royal family when she was eleven years old. Before she married Franz Joseph and became Queen, people always called her Elisabeth the Countess. She is the Empress of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, but people still prefer to call her her childhood nickname - Princess Sissi.

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Christine Josephine stood at the door of the courtyard and turned around to look at the white pavilion, which was a gift from her great-grandfather to her great-grandmother more than a hundred years ago. Christine likes it here and the long flower alley outside the door, just like her great-grandmother did.

Summer vacation is over, and tonight at nine o'clock is the final time to go back to school. The rules of the Kissman School of Business are very strict, and any late arrival will be recorded. After playing with Aunt Katie for two days, I finally had no choice but to wait for the day when school started.

There was originally a direct flight to Hannover at two o'clock in the afternoon, but Christine still booked the flight at five o'clock. Maybe it’s because I want to stay a little longer in this beautiful flower alley, or maybe it’s because my flight at five o’clock will stop in Milan.

It was still early, and Christine was sitting on the hanging chair outside the door, touching the fragrance in the flower alley with her eyes. The alley is not straight, and Michelangelo Square cannot be seen from her, nor can she be seen from the outside.

Christine looked at the flowers, and they all lowered their heads shyly. She was the most delicate flower in the flower alley.

She thought about him, sweet in her heart but sad in her brows. She didn't know how to take the initiative to find him or speak to him. She wasn't taught this in school. Since she entered Keesman Business School two years ago at the age of seventeen, she has received many expressions of love from boys from famous families. There are also many handsome young men from royal families. The strict school rules cannot stop them from holding flowers one after another. And arrived.

Christine declined them all politely and clearly, because she had not yet reached the age where her mother allowed dating, and because her heart had already been filled to the brim by him, leaving no gaps.

Six years ago, his knight-like figure suddenly knocked away the girl's love. His appearance and his shadow could no longer be forgotten, lingering in her heart with both sweetness and a little sourness. Year after year passed, year by year she grew up, year by year she missed him, and he filled her heart.

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Zhuo Yang sat on the wicker chair and looked down at the menu on the left bank in his hand, but his thoughts were wandering around and he had already left here. The eight-karat rose-colored menu is very beautifully made. One side is printed with several famous Left Bank products and the names of famous chefs. The other side is completely blank. Only the Left Bank logo is inlaid in the corner, with six swords stacked on top of each other. into a shield shape. Many customers who come here to dine will take away a menu as a souvenir, or write something on the back to give it to someone they want to give it to.

Zhuo Yang thought about his love and thought of the four women with whom he had a relationship. It has been two years since he came to Milan. Despite the scandals in the media, Zhuo Yang has actually lived a puritan-like life.

Zhuo Yang no longer resented Risakova, who was far away from her and had no contact with her anymore. What inspired the young boy that year was not love, but the pursuit of beauty in loneliness and loneliness.

Li Xiaoqing, who was far away and had no contact with her anymore, now seemed to be two people from two different worlds. The previous guilt gradually faded away, and Zhuo Yang realized that he didn't actually owe Xiao Qing anything. There was no commitment between the two people, just a hint of strong ambiguity.

Beverly Deng, who was very close but also had no contact with her, was not actually in love with her. They were two straight lines that should not cross.

Sun Yumei is the only one who still maintains regular contact. Zhuo Yang can see the confusion and reluctance in her eyes, but Zhuo Yang doesn't feel anything anymore. He only likes her because he likes his childhood days.

All this chaos and entanglement happened in Hannover two years ago. During the two years in Milan, Zhuo Yang, who was no longer troubled by love, finally saw clearly in his heart. Those were not the love he wanted, but just chance encounters in life. .

But where is my love? Zhuoyang raised his head and looked at the flower alley opposite.

For some unknown reason, there were no tourists in the alley at this time, and the quiet and colorful dreamy tunnel penetrated directly into his heart from the other end.

Suddenly, he froze, Zhuo Yang held his breath, and his heartbeat seemed to suddenly stop at this moment.

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