hollywood billionaire

Chapter 25

Author: Trojanrw

Chapter 25

"I declare first."

I wanted to slip away quietly, but Zhao Yan really was surprised that he had cast it on him, and Han Yi had to raise his hands.

"I really didn't follow you."

Of course, this sentence is used in Chinese.

If you use English, tourists who come and go can directly subdue him on the spot.

"I know, Han Yi."

One after another, Zhao Yan really couldn't help laughing. Of course, she knew that Han Yi did not deliberately track her. In fact, Zhao Yanzhen was embarrassed about the situation of seeing the same person repeatedly.

The gym took an hour in the morning, and the bath was deliberately slowed down. The shower was over half an hour.

In this way, you can see each other in Nuo Da's Manhattan. What is a coincidence?

What's more, if Han Yi has any further thoughts, in MASA is his best opportunity.

"Do you know what this is?"

At this point, it is not polite to find some topics. In order to allow tourists to have the best experience, the Metropolitan Museum's visits are very fixed.

The American Pavilion, the Greek Roman Pavilion, up to the second floor, is the European Renaissance, the industrial revolution, the Middle East and Asian exhibition hall during the industrial revolution.

If the two do not intentionally walk in the direction of the opposite, the probability of their encounter is very high, and they can even be said to go side by side.

If it is to avoid the opponent's opposite route ... Isn't that more embarrassing?

Therefore, Han Yi also settled. He was not a fearless person. The previous avoidance just didn't want the other party to feel uncomfortable. Since Zhao Yanzhen took the initiative to provoke the topic, he would also be accompanied.

"Know, the cultural relics of the third middle period, Princess Nani's funeral, unearthed in the bottom."

Han Yi did not look at the label, and the accurate overview blurted out. It was not pretending. Every time he came to New York, he liked to do it in the Metropolitan Museum for a whole day.

The eyeball comes and go.

"It's amazing, right?"

"Do you say its craft?"

"I mean, from such early, human beings feel that they are the center of the universe, and they feel that their death is an extraordinary thing.

Han Yi's eyes greeted Zhao Yizhen's eyes, where he saw an unspeakable complex emotion.

Today, Zhao Yizhen's wearing is very similar to when he was in MASA last night. Brunero-Kouchineli's white shirt and beige sweater, outside the brown-gray cashmere coat on the outside. Her fashion.

The style is so in line with the temperament of Shangdong District. It is said that she is the old money that she lives in the Park Avenue in the four generations of the ancestors, and there will be no doubts.

I have seen a lot of noodles in Zhao Yan, but every time I see her, Han Yi has to admire the perfection. The more natural, the more naturally see, the more you see, the more flawlessness.

On the liquor, he was silently staring at their Belleneki II. Zhao Yanzhen was more like a queen who was worshiped by the god of God.

Such delicate oriental porcelain.

Han Yi is convinced that this art in front of it is not only a gorgeous shell that is broken.

"For thousands of years, this is the same ... there has been no improvement."

Sighingly sighed, Zhao Yanzhen walked forward along the moving line.

"Not so. In the ancient Egyptian language, there is no word that does not have the meaning of" death ". In their view of life and death, life is infinite. When the flesh dies, your soul, or your" card ', will accept the division.

The trial of the god of the Yinfu Osiris enter the Yalu Plain. There, everything that disappears with 'death "will come back again, and live a happy life with you."

Han Yi kept up with Zhao Yan's true steps and stared at her side face.

"So, maybe those who want the world to disappear are not selfish, but to make everyone live a better life."

"Optimist." Hearing Han Yi's narrative, Zhao Yan really looked at him with a smile, but his expression was unwilling to be stubborn. "Have you read that Seede?" A man and his soul

The debate between the time. "

"The teachings of the middle and kingdom?"? "

"right."

"I have heard of it, but I haven't seen it." Han Yi replied honestly.

"This difficult man, part of his soul, his ba, complained, saying why he didn't let him leave early and go directly to the grand funeral of Yalu.

"And his soul told him that death could not solve all problems. If the physical body disappeared from the world, then no matter whether the rich and the poor, all your heritage would disappear."

Zhao Yizhen stood in place, raised his head slightly, and looked at the Temple Temple surrounded by a 270-degree half-ring pool.

In order to better rule this one that once belonged to the ancient Egyptian kingdom, it had been under the jurisdiction of the Roman Empire.

The history of the Temple of Dantuo, with the description of Zhao Yanzhen, accidentally fits.

"You see, even the most optimistic ancient Egyptians who are" death "deeply understand its terrible things ... Pharaoh, queen, princesses, just hope that someone can accompany them to experience these horror."

"Enjoy too many glorious and rich people in the world, the bones will soften."

In the Egyptian Pavilion of the Metropolitan Museum, even if it is the greatest queen Hart Shepuste, her statue has to be arranged by the funeral temple that is also unearthed in Delbach, and the statues re -assembled are arranged.

Show together. Only by the Egyptian government as Xie Li's Temple to the United States can we have its own independent display room.

This room numbered 131 exhibition hall is extremely spectacular. The height of nearly three floors makes the 16 -foot -high Temple Temple at first look very low. The west side of the room is completely transparent glass curtain wall.

The lush and lush forests of the Central Park are reflected on the water surface of the ring pool, and the emerald -like color.

On the morning of March 17th, New York City was cloudy and cloudy. The sun just rose from the east and had not been exposed to it yet. The blue sky was stained with a layer of holy and gentle white light for the exhibition hall.

Zhao Yizhen, who stood in front of the temple, was jumping with the light spots at the tip of the nose.

"Very incisive theory."

Hearing Zhao Yizhen's speech, Han Yi did not refute anymore. He was irreversible optimism. Even if he experienced many hardships in the last life, he did not give up his love for life. As for Zhao Yizhen, judging from the words she revealed to judge the words she revealed

It should be a soul that has pessimistic to bones.

The debate between people has never played a role in changing the minds of others. Different ideas will only consolidate their respective positions. I really feel that they can persuade each other by language.

Experience needs to be improved.

Since his own spirit is strong enough, you don't need to use the way of refuting others to make him feel good, so why is it still more tongue? In the world, there is no absolute right or wrong, especially this kind of metaphysical thing

Then, then

Appreciation of each other's position, but sticking to your own ideas is the cornerstone of good communication.

This is the way of Han Yi.

"Are you from the history of education?"

Han Yi's gentle treatment method made Zhao Yanzhen glance at him again. The young men who talked to her were nothing more than two categories. One category of echo her thoughts, hoping that she could in exchange for her with the same attitude and position.

Green eyes are added, commonly known as licking. Another type will try to put forward the opposite opinions, hoping to create a fierce confrontation to leave a deep impression in the heart of Zhenzhen, alias bars.

Like Han Yi, who knows and retreats, knows the right, and has no attempt to talk, it is what Zhao Yizhen dreamed of.

She stepped down the steps of the Temple Temple and raised the first private question to Han Yi.

"No, I learned the media and music industry. Double majors." Han Yi threw the question back, "What about you?"

"Political Science."

Hearing the music industry, Zhao Yizhen's peach blossom eyes were widened a little, and the bright gods were scattered.

"What does the music industry ...?"

"What do you mean?" Han Yi didn't understand a bit.

"Learn this major." Zhao Yan's true tone was an unsure and interest. "What does it feel like to be trained into a professionals in the music industry?"

"I think so ... feel full of hope."

Han Yi thought carefully and said.

"I am studying every day, how to become Baron Swiden."

"Baron Shi Volue?" Zhao Yan really blinked in doubt, and he couldn't guess Han Yi for a while.

"Yes, the Dutch diplomats of the Holy Roman Empire. Mozart, Beethoven, Haydn's sponsor."

Han Yirou explained.

"When Mozart was abandoned by the church's office, it was the stage of space and performance that Baron Steve gave him survival. Beethoven and Haydn also received his sponsorship many times.

The family provides bread, and also uses their expertise to run for them, fighting for performance opportunities and higher popularity. "

"You see, the music industry is such a discipline, learning how to become a person like Baron Swamen. To understand art and appreciate art, he spares no effort to promote art. In my opinion, Baron Shi Vol.

It is important. Mozart only needs to create freely in his own world, and what blocks the storm for him outside the door is a virtue of no talent and talent. "

At this time, the two had strolled to the central center of the American Pavilion, Charles-Engel Hada Courtyard. Han Yiyang rose up his arms and pointed to the north of the American branch neo-classical facade to the north of the courtyard. This building was once located on Wall Street,

Investment and use in 1825 is a symbol of the rise of the US financial industry.

"Charles-Engelhard did not design this building. There was no one-side cement and a brick, which was piled up by him. But he loved architectural art enough, and he was willing to donate a courtyard in the Metropolitan Museum.

The treasure of human civilization. "

"This is the meaning of the music industry in my heart. I have no creative ability and production skills, but I can use here, and here." Han Yi smiled and pointed at his coat inner pockets, and his head. "Help humans listen to it.

The sound that should have in this era. "

"It looks like you love music." The eyes were soft, and Zhao Yan's smile became more brilliant and sincere.

"I love all the cultures, music, movies, television, fashion ..." Han Yi watched as a clear beautiful beauty who was generally high, and laughed, "Aren't you too?"

"For me, it is mainly music." Zhao Yanzhen was completely opened by Han Yi. She hasn't said so much for a long time. "I like this form of art. There are many components of the movie, but the music has only sounds.

It uses a single dimension experience to purify the purest emotions. I like this kind of cleanliness without any impurities. "

"Then why don't you learn music?"

"The reason for the family." Speaking of this, Zhao Yanzhen suddenly changed to Chinese and asked softly, "You should remember?"

"Remember." Han Yi nodded without avoiding it, "The daughter of the prosecutor."

"Yes, the prosecutor's daughter." Zhao Yizhen put his hand back to his pocket and sighed.

"Li Jing Tao." Han Yi chewed this idiom thrown by Zhao Yanzhen. It seemed that her Chinese was better than she thought.

"I'm a little curious, why are your Chinese so good?"

"When I was young, I was very poor at home, and I was often bullied at school." In the United States, Zhao Yanzhen never mentioned his childhood to outsiders. Of course, no one can communicate with her so long like Han Yi.

"In order to comfort me, my grandma will tell me, our surname of Zhao is the descendant of the Chinese royal family.

"Zhao ... really like this." Han Yi asked, "So do you have Hua Guo's blood?"

"I don't know, there should be no." Zhao Yanzhen shook his head, "I don't care about this, but most of the surnames in South Korea can only be traced back to the thirteenth century, so it should be some connected. Grandma said that our family said our family

It is the side branch of Baichuan Zhao's, but I have never seen a family tree. "

"Before my dad, our family had lived in Jeonbuidao for more than a hundred years. How can a royal family live there." Zhao Yizhen laughed at himself, "And I don’t want to be the same as those people, I always want to give myself for myself.

An Emperor as an ancestor, as if this life that makes himself fail is more glorious. "

"So, because of your grandma, you start to be interested in Chinese?"

"This is the case at the beginning, but it is fascinated in the back." Zhao Yizhen nodded, "I especially like Chinese poems, and ... many ancient books in our country must learn Chinese to understand."

"It belongs to us, it's really too little."

The Asian Pavilion is a collection from South Asia and Southeast Asia in turn. The most dependent on the inner side is a whole Chinese exhibition area. From the Ganshan Site of the Banshan Site in 2650 BC, to the ladies silk cheongsam in 1932.

Jun Kiln porcelain bowl, the "Pharmacist Merchants Map" that can be accommodated by a whole wall. The Metropolitan Museum has even built a Soviet -style garden for the Chinese exhibition area to better show the Chinese style and elegance of Huaxia for thousands of years.

The exhibits on the Korean Peninsula are just a small part of the East Asian Hall.

"The more you see, the more you feel that we have always lived in a huge shadow."

Zhao Yizhen stared at the "Smoke Temple Map" painted by An Jian in front of him. From the technique of painting, the artistic conception of the work to the looming Buddhist temple around the mountains and rivers, there is a shadow of the Korean culture.

History can be decorated, but after all, it will not lie.

"Do I sound like a person who hates my country?"

"On the contrary, I think you love your country very much, I can feel it."

Han Yi took a step forward and stood side by side with Zhao Yizhen.

"I think really love is the emotion that still can't give up after recognizing its flaws and deficiencies. Those who woven their dreams for themselves just like the kind of refreshing in the world. Once they face the most true

The filth may collapse in less than a second. And you ... "

"I think you really love this land."

Han Yi pointed out that ink -dyed the green peninsula landscape, said.

No matter where you are born, you should love the land under your feet, isn't it?

After all, the ancestor who reclamated this world is the ancestor of you.

This kind of love has nothing to do with history, culture, customs, and society. It is purely a person's acceptance and recognition of self.

A person who wants to abandon the natural skin is destined to be sad.

"This is the case."

In fact, there are already answers in my heart, but from Han Yikou, Zhao Yizhen's expression still feels more.

"Thank you."

Zhao Yan really thanked him sincerely. She traveled many times in Hua Guo, and also talked to people in different places to talk about her hometown. They always like Korean dramas, but they scoffed at the so -called peninsula history.

Han Yi's Zhongzheng peace is the attitude she really wants to see.

In the minds of this Chinese culture follower, the place where the residents of the peninsula from ancient times should be called a group of hearts as wide as the mountains and rivers, not narrow and radical, and the gentle gentleman like spring water.

Han Yi finally satisfied her fantasy.

"What are you thanks?" Han Yi waved his hand indifferently, "Living in USC, it is impossible to run to the Chinese area every day.

"I ask you?"

Zhao Yan really bent forward and looked at Han Yi, and finally had a glorious meaning in the smile.

"Who comes to New York to eat BCD!"

Han Yi shook his head sadly, and the child had never eaten well.

"I take you to a place."

I personally like the feeling of this chapter, I hope you are also ~

(This chapter is finished)