Golden Greenery

Christine Josephine jumped off the small hanging chair and walked into the flower tunnel. She liked to say hello quietly to the flowers here, and also liked to see their shy looks.

She walked to the center of the flower alley, bent down to smell the violets, and then blew to tease the poppies. Kristine looked outside the Flower Alley, to the left of the David statue in Michelangelo Square, where his restaurant was.

Suddenly, the world seemed to freeze, and Christine held her breath. She saw him.

Today is the best day.

This encounter was unexpected. Kristen was not mentally prepared at all. She just stood stupidly in the middle of the flower alley, looking blankly at him who was busy outside the alley.

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Zhuo Yang was stunned by the sudden appearance of the flower fairy in the flower alley. The girl was like a flower elf and the queen of flowers. Wherever she walked slowly, flowers of all colors were gathered together slightly, as if they were shy or ashamed in front of her.

There are only flower lanes and flower elves left in the whole world, a sense of incomparable beauty and fantasy. Looking at the elves in the flower alley explaining the language of flowers in a low voice, Zhuoyang's heartbeat quickly increased from the initial pause, and jumped faster and faster. An unstoppable creative impulse suddenly burst out in his mind, and the melody was already ringing in his soul.

With no time to prepare, Zhuo Yang took out his pen, flipped through the Left Bank menu, and quickly drew a staff on the back of the blank space. This is a basic skill for music students.

Starting from the pianissimo of F major, Zhuo Yang wrote the score on a simple line, and he fully integrated his intoxication with the dreamy wonderland in front of him into the tip of his pen. The notes appear on the staff one after another, one bar after another, all in one go.

Zhuoyang couldn't stop writing. It turned out that the creative inspiration was so unstoppable. This feeling was so wonderful. The dreamy world of Flower Alley and the fairy-tale flower fairies finally inspired the musical soul he had accumulated over the years. After a lot of accumulation, a vivid composer was born.

Zhuo Yang looked up at the girl,

The pen in his hand did not stop, and his smile was clear and warm.

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Why is he here today? Isn't there a game tomorrow? What is he busy writing?

Seeing Zhuo Yang looking up here, Kristine's heartbeat started beating again: Oh my god, he looks so good when he smiles!

The flower fairy is naturally also a nymphomaniac.

He saw me! But why is he still writing? Should I walk over?

Kristine walked slowly towards the outside of the flower alley. Zhuo Yang's creation had entered the fourth part of the song. Christine walked out of the entrance of Flower Alley and walked into the Piazzale Michelangelo, the fifth part of the score.

Christine, who almost walked out of the turn, came to Zhuoyang on the left bank. The sixth part at the end of C major was just completed, and the entire movement was completed, which was beautiful.

"Brother Zhuoyang."

A call suddenly woke him up from the dreamy melody. Zhuo Yang looked at Christine in front of him in surprise: Where is the flower fairy? It turns out to be her. He quickly pushed aside the wicker chair and stood up.

"Oh, hello...cousin..."

I knew her, but never knew her name. She was Midel's cousin. Zhuo Yang, who was a little embarrassed in front of the fairy, started calling her her after Midel.

‘Pfft~’! The word "cousin" immediately made Christine laugh. Her smile can make people's hearts bloom with flowers.

"Brother Zhuoyang, my name is Christine Josephine. We have met many times." Countless times, in my heart and in my dreams.

The embarrassment in the title was resolved by Christine's laughter. Zhuo Yang quickly put down the pen he was still holding and stretched out his right hand.

"Yeah, I've met you many times, but I never knew your name. Hello, Christine, I'm Zhuo Yang." After looking at it carefully, I saw that the little girl a few years ago has become a big girl. No wonder I didn't recognize it at first glance from a distance.

"I remember the last time I saw you, it should be... at the canonization ceremony of Midel, yes, at the Royal Palace of Laken, Belgium." Zhuoyang recalled: "I remember it very clearly, it was still in

"Yes, it's been more than two years." Christine was very happy: it turned out that he also remembered the day he met me. "But then I saw you twice, and I went to both Vienna New Year's concerts."

"Hey, then why didn't you tell me? I'm fine... By the way, you don't have my phone number. Didn't Midel tell you? She is such a little fool." Zhuoyang was not stupid at all at this time. He quickly took out his cell phone. "Kristine, what's your number? I'll dial it for you."

With Christine's bright smile, the two happily exchanged contact information.

"I remember that time at Laken Palace, you should have just come to my place." Zhuo Yang gestured to his shoulders with his hands. "Now you are here with me." He gestured his chin again. "You've grown a lot taller! Oh, by the way, Mydel said your birthdays and mine are only two days apart, so this year you..."

"Me 1, I saw you at the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games..." Kristine playfully gestured with her hands to play the piano.

"She is such a big girl. I didn't recognize her at first sight." Zhuoyang began to reminisce about the past like an elder. "When I first met you in Hanover that year, you were only... 13 years old. Time flies by so fast!"

It turns out he remembers everything!

"Brother Zhuoyang, shouldn't you be in Milan? You are here..."

"Oh, I came to the Mayflower Opera House to visit a senior master. Christine, do you live here? Are you Italian?"

"No, I'm Austrian. My home is in Vaduz. Do you know where it is?"

"Of course I know. I've always wanted to go there. I heard from my friends that the scenery there is so beautiful that it's so mesmerizing, just like you." It's natural for art students to praise others. "But I just don't have time. It's only over a hundred kilometers away from Milan."

153 kilometers and 323 meters. Christine thought to herself: He really hasn’t been there yet.

Although she has been accustomed to hearing compliments on her appearance since she was a child, Kristen still felt a little shy when she heard her sweetheart compliment her for the first time.

Next, Zhuo Yang dragged out another chair from the Left Bank store and gave the carved wicker chair to Christine. The two of them chatted here and there in the bright and gentle sunshine of love in Florence.

Zhuo Yang finally found out how Kristine and Midel were cousins. Kristine's father was Midel's biological uncle, and he also knew the reason why she appeared in Florence. Knowing that Christine went to school in Hanover, Medel became a little fool again.

"Christine..."

"Brother Zhuoyang, my family and friends call me, so you can call me too."

"It's a cute name, okay...gosh!" He was almost startled when he was surprised. "I remembered that at the Laken Palace that year, Mydel accidentally said to me, 'My sister likes to eat tiramisu the most.' I should have thought at that time that she was talking about you. It turns out that I had already I've heard your name." Zhuo Yang deliberately slapped his forehead.

"I wrongly blamed Midelle, I am the confused one."

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