Huai Yu holding Jing

"Venice, a city in love with the sea, is so beautiful. I want to walk across the Bridge of Sighs alone, and bury my dying love and Venice, which is about to sink, into the sea, and decay with the sun—"

"Shut up, you, I'm going to throw up." The punter complained mercilessly, his thin body didn't match the thick oar in his hand.I slumped at the stern and gave him a hard look: "I'm about to throw up! Ever since you took over that pole, this thing has been crying in circles! Is it going to work, you!"

He coughed dryly and pushed his eyes: "According to the principle of mechanics—"

"Give back the oars for the sake of the martyred scientific predecessors!" Seeing me looking at him, the bewildered boatman on the side showed a hearty smile unique to Italians, in stark contrast to a weak chicken with one nostril upturned, I really want to throw him into the water with one shot, "Zheng Xiaotian, don't you think you don't match the scenery around you? Don't put down your oars, bury your arrogant head in the blue sea water, wash away your heart rust spots?"

"..." He seemed more eager to push me into the water, and with a wave of his small arm, he threw the oar into the hands of the boatman. When the boatman happily went to row the boat, he took a few deep breaths and sat down next to me, "Student Wei Jing, please speak English."

I snorted, and contemptuously (...) glanced at him, and looked at the surrounding red roofs that were beginning to recede:

"you,

don't know,

pear body,

Of

wonderful

how stupid

Engineering man. "

Looking at his distorted facial features, I gave him another final blow:

"what,

water in venice

my tears. "

"…………"

There is a wonderful law in this world, if you are a dog-tempered person, then you must have a good-quality old iron—well, classmate Zheng Xiaotian wanted to vomit several times, but finally endured it: "Fuck, the lovelorn literary youth really It's terrible, I mean, you've suffered enough this time."

"Hmm," I rolled my eyes, and dipped my hands into the slightly cool sea water, "Please call me an artist, thank you, and what is this, too many suicides—"

"Wei Jing! Calm down, don't be like Van Gogh..."

"Van Gogh didn't die for love! It's for the incomprehensible art!" I was impassioned, and I slapped my paw on the water, splashing Zheng Xiaotian's glasses, "It's because there are mediocre people like you in the world that the flowers wither!"

"Hey, you—" He hurriedly took off his glasses with a gloomy expression on his face, "But abstract paintings are really difficult to understand, and I really like the realistic paintings like yours.

"Don't tell me," I swiped the water, and glanced at my left hand, "I'm planning to paint abstract art. It's not easy to mix in the real world these days. Although mediocre people don't understand art, but mediocre people have money, if you can't understand it, you can do it." It must be valuable, understand?"

"...Aren't you bad at it?"

"Hey, art is interlinked. I sold a priest a pair of trial works yesterday, and he liked it quite a bit."

Ah, the naive blue of Venice.

"Without Lao Gong, I can only make ends meet. The prices here are quite cheap."

"No," he sat up straight and looked at me in disbelief, "You just left your domestic career behind and didn't go back? Just because of a scumbag?"

"Tsk, how is it possible." I slapped his hand away, "Just temporarily, okay? Don't make me look like a resentful woman who starts to mess up and abandons, okay? I can't be romantic for a while?"

"...You've always been very romantic, Brother Jing." He rolled his eyes, with an expression of "I can't control it" on his baby face, "Well, you are here to harm the capitalist world, brother, I will take leave I still have to go back and contribute to the country, if you have something to call me, it’s fine.”

I bit my lip Tian (zhi) Zhen (zhang) face: "But, the Lun family will miss your Darling~"

"Don't be so Darling, I'm a straight Darling."

"Cut~"

That's it, even if time can't heal the wound, it can make people forget the wound.

My ungerminated love is buried in the bottom of eternity, it is indeed romantic.

The author has something to say:

Your friend Zheng Xiaotian is online.

Why go to Venice?

Because Venice is beautiful.

Change perspective in the next chapter.