Christine Josephine jumped off the small chair and walked into the flower tunnel. She liked to greet the flowers here quietly and also liked to see them shy.

She walked to the center of the Flower Lane, bent down to sniff the violet, and then blew her breath to tease the beauty. Christine looked outside the Flower Lane, to the left of the David statue in Michelangelo, where was his

Dining room.

Suddenly, the world seemed to solidify, Christine held her breath and she saw him.

Today is the best day.

The encounter was caught off guard when she looked up. Christine was not mentally prepared at all. She stood foolishly in the middle of Hua Lane, staring at him who was busy outside Hua Lane.

.

Zhuo Yang was stunned by the flower fairy that suddenly appeared in the flower alley. The girl was like a flower elf and the queen of the flower. Wherever she walked slowly, all kinds of flowers were slightly gathered, as if she was shy, as if she was in her.

I feel ashamed in front of me.

The whole world is left with only the flower alley and the flower elves, a beautiful and incompetent dream. Looking at the elves who are explaining the flower language in the flower alley, Zhuo Yang's heartbeat accelerated rapidly from the initial sudden stop, and he jumped more and more.

Hurry, an unstoppable creative impulse suddenly burst out in my mind, and the melody has sounded in my soul.

Before he could prepare, Zhuo Yang took out his pen, flipped over the left bank menu, and quickly drew the stave on the blank back. These are all the basic skills of music.

Starting from the weak tone of F major, Zhuo Yang played the score on a simple line, and he integrated his indulgence in his dreamy fairyland into the tip of his pen. Notes appeared one after another quickly on the score, one bar connected to another,

Completed in one go.

Zhuo Yang could not stop his pen. It turned out that creative inspiration was so unstoppable. This feeling was so wonderful. The dreamy flower alley world and the fairy-tale flower fairy finally inspired the musical spirit spring he had accumulated over the years.

With the accumulation of strength, a vivid composer was born.

Zhuo Yang looked up at the girl, but the pen in his hand did not stop, his smile was clear and gentle.

.

Why is he here today? Isn’t there still a competition tomorrow? What is he busy writing?

Seeing Zhuo Yang looking up here, Christine's heartbeat was 'bang' again: Oh my God, he looked so good when he smiled!

The flower fairy is naturally a flower fool.

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

Christine walked slowly towards the outside of Hua Lane, and Zhuo Yang's creation had entered the fourth part of the song. Christine walked out of the entrance of Hua Lane and walked into Piazza Michelangelo, and the music composition was fifth.

department.

Kristin, who almost walked out of the turn, came to Zhuo Yang from the left bank. The sixth part ended in C major and happened to be completed. The entire movement ended, which was beautiful.

"Brother Zhuo Yang."

With a name, he suddenly woke him up from the artistic conception of the dreamy melody. Zhuo Yang looked at Christine in front of him in surprise: What is the flower fairy? It turned out to be her. He quickly opened the rattan chair and stood up.

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

I knew her, but I never knew her name. She was Midell's cousin. Zhuo Yang, who was slightly cramped in front of the fairy, called Midell in a flash.

‘Puchi~’! A 'cousin' immediately made Kristine laugh, her smile could make people's heart full of flowers.

"Brother Zhuo Yang, my name is Christine Josephine. We have seen each other many times." It has been countless times, in my heart and dreams.

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

"Yes, I've seen it many times, and I haven't known your name. Hello, Christine, I'm Zhuo Yang." After a careful look, the little girl a few years ago was already a big girl.

No wonder I didn't recognize it at first sight from a distance just now.

"I remember the last time I saw you, it should... it was at the enthronement ceremony of Midele. Yes, the Laken Palace in Belgium." Zhuo Yang recalled: "I remember it very clearly, it was in the early 2006.

When.”

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

Go."

"Hey, why don't you tell me? I'm fine... By the way, you don't have my phone number, didn't Midele tell you? She's such a fool." Zhuo Yang was not stupid at all at this time.

He quickly took out his cell phone. "Christine, what is your number, I'll dial it for you."

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

"I remember that time at the Laken Palace, you should have been here." Zhuo Yang compared his hand to his head. "Now you have come to me." He compared his chin again. "He has grown a lot taller!

Alas, by the way, Midell said that your birthday and I are only two days apart, so you will be this year..."

"I am 19 years old. On my birthday, I saw you at the opening ceremony of the Olympics..." Christine mischievously gestured with her hands as she played the piano.

"What a big girl, I didn't recognize her at first sight." Zhuo Yang began to recall the past like an elder. "That year I saw you for the first time in Hannover, you were only 13 years old, and time passed

So fast!”

It turns out that he remembers everything!

"Brother Zhuo Yang, shouldn't you be in Milan? You're here..."

"Oh, I'll visit a senior master at Mayflower Opera. Christine, do you live here? Are you Italian?"

"No, I'm from Austria, my family is in Vaduz, do you know where?"

"Of course I know, I have always wanted to come and heard from my friends that the scenery there is so beautiful that it is like you." Art students always seem natural to praise people. "But there is no time, it's only a short distance from Milan.

More than a hundred kilometers."

153 kilometers and 323 meters. Christine said in his heart: He has never been there yet.

Although I have been used to hearing other people's praise for my appearance since I was a child, Christine still feels a little shy when she hears her lover praise me for the first time.

Next, Zhuo Yang dragged out another chair from the Left Bank store and gave the carved rattan chair to Christine. The two of them started to talk about it in the bright and gentle love sunshine of Florence.

Zhuo Yang finally knew what kind of relationship between Christine and Midele were. Christine's father was Midele's uncle, and he also knew why she appeared in Florence. He knew Christine

I went to school in Hannover, so Midell became a fool again.

"Christine..."

"Brother Zhuo Yang, my family and friends call me CoCo, so you call me CoCo too."

"Very cute name, OK, CoCo... Oh my God!" A shock almost scared CoCo. "I remembered that in the Laken Palace that year, Midele accidentally told me. "Sister CoCo likes to eat tiramisu the most," I should have thought of her talking about you at that time. It turns out that I have heard your name a long time ago." Zhuo Yang deliberately patted his forehead.
Chapter completed!