Huai Yu holding Jing

After going out, take the gondola, turn four intersections, there is a coffee shop, his house is a bit too shady in early summer, there are not many people, but he likes to come, every time he will order a cup of hot chocolate, sit and drink it up, Then go to Piazza San Marco to feed the pigeons.

The chocolate in Italy is much thicker than that in China. I don’t like the overly sweet taste, and I always leave half of it every time, and then follow him to see the large group of over-enthusiastic pigeons.

... I admit that I am like a pervert, but love is really poisonous, and the angina it causes can never be cured by modern medicine.

I have given up treatment.

There are a lot of people in the square, so I can get closer to him.But today it seemed a bit too much—the square was filled with people in strange costumes, and more and more people poured in from the streets and alleys, and he was swept in and disappeared.

Once again, he disappeared from my sight.

I tried my best to break through the crowd and squeeze towards him, but these crazy people who had beaten chicken blood pushed and shoved all the way, and finally wanted to put a mask on my face.

Carnevale. I realized that this is the Masquerade Carnival in Venice.People around me persuaded me to wear it in various languages:

"Carnevale's mask! Put it on and you're Casanova! Casanova who fascinates everyone!"

everyone.Suddenly, I put it on, and the crowd burst into louder applause and cheers, and everyone shouted:

"Casanova! Casanova who turns all life upside down! Go kiss your bride!"

"Have you found your sweetheart, Casanova!"

Then I turned around and saw him.

He didn't wear a mask, and looked blankly at the crowd that was about to boil.I walked over, people clapped their hands happily, and made way for a colorful road, which ended in him.

Worried about being recognized, I didn't hug him. I just cupped his face with both hands and kissed him deeply.Cheers exploded all around, and everyone's joy merged into the boiling sound, but I heard his breathing clearly, which made the apex of my heart ache, because of joy and longing.

The first time is a bar, the second time is a street, the third time is a gallery, and the fourth time is in the middle of Piazza San Marco.

We will always meet, so can I believe that there is even a little bit of wonderful fate between you and me?

Like Venice and the sea.

The author has something to say:

Hypocritical boy's tail (fog) daily life.

At the same time, pay attention to the key points. Under normal circumstances, the tail line will be hated by others.

There are tens of thousands of roads, the first one is to chase people.

Romance is not standardized, two lines of tears and two lines of tears.

I know this scene is ridiculous, so be a little more romantic.