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They left here when the exhibition in Venice was over and the Biennale officially opened. There was still an academic exchange meeting to attend 20 days later. Leng Feng had already made arrangements for this not-too-long-to-short gap.

They have already seen all the large and small exhibition halls and works during the exhibition period. Although Bie Dong thinks that what he is doing is barely a touch of contemporary art, he still has some cutting-edge artistic concepts and expressions here. Some are not acclimatized, and they laugh at themselves saying that they are just a bumpkin and don't understand.

Leng Feng said that I can't understand it either, and contemporary art is proud of being incomprehensible.

Bie Dong didn't know whether it was a compliment or an irony for a while.

Leng Feng said that we should go and see what we can understand, so the two went straight to Florence by train.

The names recorded in Florence—Dante, Boccaccio, Da Vinci, Machiavelli, Raphael, Galileo...every one of them resounded through the sky, and Bie Dong was still cramming up on the historical knowledge about Florence on the train, The masterpieces of art in this city are as bright as a galaxy of stars, and Bie Dong has the feeling that he will not be able to understand them all throughout his life.

Leng Feng said with a smile that no one can figure it out. If a single person is put into the long river of history, anyone can only take a drink.

He said that he was deeply influenced by Michelangelo, and his favorite material today is still white marble. No matter how avant-garde his concept is, his sculptures made of stone have a lingering classical flavor.

Biedong immediately thought of the "Dong" statue in Lijin's house, which was completely classical sculpture.

Along the way, Leng Feng told Bie Dong about the master's life. During the heyday of the Renaissance, among the star-studded Florentine art masters, Michelangelo was the only one who was closest to God—he was irritable, aggressive and withdrawn. Suspicious, no friends around him; "coerced" by several popes, worth a lot of money, but living like a pauper; God talks.

When they arrived in the ancient city, the two saw the sculpture of David in the central square. Bie Dong was a little excited, but Leng Feng said: "This one is made of bronze, and it was imitated by later generations. The real one is in the Academy of Fine Arts. I have already made an appointment. You can go to visit."

"Oh..." Even though it is a fake, Bie Dong still enjoys watching it, and now he can see some tricks. Even if it is a fake, it is very different from the clumsy "David" produced by domestic parks or real estate developers.

It was too hot, and there was no one in the square. Leng Feng took Bie Dong to hide in a small alley, and found a random restaurant to eat. From the window, he could see the Hundred Flowers Cathedral. In such a quiet afternoon, Bie Dong suddenly remembered A movie I watched with Leng Feng, "Call Me by Your Name", the two protagonists also drank, read, and rode a bicycle to and fro in such a hot afternoon in the empty square of a small town in northern Italy. At home and in the city, spend the summer with nothing to do.

Suddenly, there was a feeling that he had strayed into the movie screen by mistake, but Bie Dong looked at the boyfriend who took off his sunglasses and thought he was more handsome than the movie hero.

"What are you thinking, secretly laughing." Leng Feng asked.

Bie Dong then talked about the movie, and Leng Feng reached out and touched his chin, imitating the protagonist of the movie, and said the classic sentence with a lazy and slightly unconscious arrogance: "later."

Don't laugh, thinking of the end of that movie, suddenly felt untimely sadness.

The more I feel happy at this moment, the more I feel an indescribable sadness.

In the afternoon they went to the Academy of Fine Arts to see the real David. Leng Feng didn't say anything. Although there are many creative backgrounds and stories related to the artworks, when appreciating them, Leng Feng felt that the last thing he needed was to look like a David. Like a tour guide, you can understand knowledge in advance, but in the face of art itself, you only need to feel it with your body and heart.

Bie Dong carefully observed the smooth human body and its complicated and smooth folds, saw the statue itself, and also saw the fearless fighting spirit conveyed by it.

The city has inexhaustible art treasures, and they went to the Uffizi Gallery, saw the greatest paintings of the Renaissance, and then went to the Church of San Lorenzo, the most prestigious Medici family cemetery in Florence Right here, along with Michelangelo's "Day, Night, Morning, Evening" series.

All works of art are silent, but all expressions are also silent.

Bie Dong felt that he had a lot of "awe" for art, just like awe of the world and nature, he began to be in awe of this "artificial" creative method from the bottom of his heart.

Leng Feng also said, "The master is the best teacher. Reading the works of the master is more useful than taking several years of classes."

Don't remember that you once really thought about wanting Leng Feng to teach him how to make sculptures, thinking that you can also have the same excellent first-hand skills as him, but Leng Feng never taught him, always saying that don't keep the best It's good to be genuinely talented.

Now he takes Bie Dong around to look at the works, and never explains them. Bie Dong gradually understands some of Leng Feng's intentions. A thousand people may understand David a thousand times. What he sees and feels, It is really his own, Leng Feng never wants to "instill" anything, he likes that "unique" Bie Dong.

The summer evening came late and long, the two wandered around the city, and unknowingly walked to the river, the crowds gradually increased at dusk, Leng Feng pointed to the only covered bridge on the river and said, "There is The place where Dante met the girl of his dreams, later people called it Lover's Bridge."

This name made Bie Dong snort, as expected, there are Lover's Bridges everywhere, but when he heard the origin of this bridge, he couldn't laugh anymore.

9-year-old Dante met 8-year-old Beatrice on the bridge for the first time. He didn't know what attracted him, but he fell in love with her at first sight.

Eight years later, Dante was still on the bridge, gazing affectionately at the person he admired, but was directly ignored. Later, the lover of his dream married the earl, and died at the age of 8, leaving the poet alone One regret.

After hearing this story, Bie Dong's first reaction was: "Let's not go across that bridge."

"why?"

"Ominous."

Leng Feng smiled, but nodded: "Okay."

Then they crossed the river by another bridge, avoiding the hustle and bustle of the crowd, and went up to the top of a hill overlooking the entire ancient city.

Many people are here, tourists, lovers, sitting in twos and threes on the steps, Bie Dong and Leng Feng also randomly found a place to sit down, the fire cloud here is not as lingering as Lijin, but it is just as strong.

A singer came to the back of the crowd, picked up his guitar and began to sing. The singing was not very pleasant, a little blunt, but in this empty and silent evening, it added a lot of romance.

Bie Dong leaned on Leng Feng, feeling that there are really many good things in this world, which are worth spending time, energy, and money to take a walk and have a look, even if these times are like water, they will be passed through your fingers. It flows away without a trace, but he has experienced it and felt it, and his heart will be different.

He suddenly had some ambitions, thinking, he still wants to become a very knowledgeable person, he has seen a lot of bad things in his short life, but now he wants to see a lot of good things, have seen thousands of beautiful things, Taste delicious food, witness many loves and many partings in history and legends, throw yourself into countless prosperity, and when you come out, you still have that clean heart.

Give only one heart.

That's what he wants to be.

As dusk fell, they got up and went down the mountain.

The singer was still working hard to sing, Leng Feng and Bie Dong took out their small change and put it in the piano box on the ground, and when they returned to the ancient city, they found that the city was emitting its own vitality at night.

The square is full of people, and the open-air seats are full of young people sitting and drinking together. Various musical instruments are played and sold, such as hand plates, violins, cellos, and even string bands. The restaurants have tables and chairs outside. Will be open until dawn.

Bie Dong felt indescribably relaxed, as if the best thing about going out was to see a lot of "other people's lives", a kind of freedom that doesn't easily set limits for oneself, and can live whatever he wants.

Leng Feng sensitively felt the changes in Bie Dong's body, and it wasn't long before Bie Dong came out, but Bie Dong seemed to be doing as the Romans did, more and more like a native-born art boy, relaxed and casual.

Leng Feng loves Bie Dong seriously, and finally relieved part of the tension in his body, and now the long journey and various new experiences and encounters are making great strides to dissolve the remaining shackles on Bie Dong's body.

At night, I stayed in a hotel on the banks of the Arno River. The sound of calm water could be heard outside the window of the room on the third floor. The two of them were tossing around in a hotel with a history of more than 100 years. Everything in the room was antique, the floor, the wardrobe, and the bed Too.

At that time, Bie Dong suddenly worried: "This bed won't collapse, will it?"

He still vividly remembers the "history of cow criticism" that destroyed the kang. He really didn't want to do such a glorious deed of losing money in a foreign country. A thick woolen blanket was placed under Biedong's body.

However, after a while, the antique wooden floor actually started to creak. Don Dong was taken aback, and pressed Leng Feng. When the two of them stopped, the creaking sound disappeared immediately. When Leng Feng moved again, the floor began to take on rhythm again. The two looked at each other in dismay. I couldn't help laughing, alas, everything is fine, it's just this matter, how can I not enjoy myself so much, Leng Feng didn't care, and continued to bump into him, panting and said: "There are generally dead souls in houses in Europe for more than 100 years. , have seen everything, maybe they made this sound to cheer us up."

Well, Bie Dong listened to his nonsense, then held down Leng Feng, turned over and rode on him, "That's just right."

Leng Feng grabbed Bie Dong's waist, and before he could say "slow down", he heard the floor vibrate at a faster frequency than before, and the creaking sound came and went, presumptuous and wild, really like a symphony to add to the fun.

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there tomorrow