Chapter 1372

Today, there are not many tourists in Michelangelo Square, but the bustle is still very quiet. Zhuoyang was sitting in the flowered cane chair under the porch of Florence branch on the left bank, smelling the light fragrance of flowers in the air, and looking at the long flower Lane opposite.

When Zhuoyang came here the year before last, he suddenly wanted to order Nino Gianni to put down the unique single table and single chair. At that time, the branch was not opened yet and was being renovated. Nowadays, the business of the branch is very good. More than a dozen single elegant seats often need to be booked in advance to taste delicious food. It is impossible to take a seat in a hurry. The exquisite and elegant tables and chairs are also perfectly integrated into the store style and even the overall artistic atmosphere of Michelangelo Square.

Even if it comes only once a year, this pair of tables and chairs is also prepared for Zhuo Yang to sit here and enjoy the dreamy flower Lane opposite.

The flower street is like a beautiful tunnel. The colorful street is not gaudy at all, but has a fairy tale dream. From Zhuoyang here, the long alleys gradually closed at the end, which seems to lead to the country of fairy tale world flowers.

Three, three, two or two tourists stay in the flower lane to take photos, which does not affect the quietness of the flower lane or the color of broken flowers. When he came last autumn, Zhuoyang, like these tourists, stepped into the world of flowers.

At the end of Huaxiang, there is a three-story baroque style courtyard Pavilion. The floor area is not very large, but it is very simple and elegant, and also very beautiful and charming. It's the property of the famous Habsburg family, and it's still there. The courtyard has been transformed into a memorial hall to commemorate the empress of the Austro Hungarian Empire, Elizabeth Amelia organi.

In the autumn of 1877, the gorgeous Queen Elizabeth came to Florence, Italy, to relax and live in the courtyard at the end of the alley. The citizens of Florence who got the news swarmed in. They collected all the flowers in the city for the beautiful queen. The next morning, the queen was intoxicated by the gorgeous flower lane outside the courtyard. She fell in love with it.

Franz Joseph, the Austro Hungarian emperor who loved the queen deeply, bought the courtyard and gave it as a gift to his favorite woman. Later, the beautiful queen went back to Vienna, but the flower lane and flowers will bloom forever and last for a hundred years without withering.

After that, the queen came to Florence many times to take a rest in her flower lane and courtyard.

Twenty years later, the queen was assassinated in Geneva. The sad news came from Florence. Once again, the people came here with flowers in their hands to mourn the beautiful queen.

Florentine people named the alley after "Amelia" in the middle of the Queen's name to thank the queen for her favor of the city and to commemorate the most beautiful flower in the flower lane.

The queen was born in the family of Wittelsbach in Bavaria. At the age of 11, she was conferred by the Bavarian royal family. Before she married Franz Joseph and became Queen, people always honored her as the countess. She is the empress of the Austro Hungarian Empire, but people prefer to call her the nickname when she was a girl - Princess CICI.

Kristen Josephine stood at the gate of the courtyard and looked back at the white Pavilion, which was a gift from her great grandfather more than 100 years ago. Christine likes it here. She likes the long flower lane outside the door, just like her great grandparents.

The summer vacation is over. It's the last time to go back to school at nine o'clock tonight. Kisman's school rules are very strict and a minute late will be recorded. After playing with aunt Katie for two days, I finally had no choice but to wait for the day of school.

There was a direct flight to Hanover at two o'clock in the afternoon, but Kristen still booked for the five o'clock flight. Maybe I want to stay in this beautiful flower lane for a while, maybe it's because the five o'clock flight will stop in Milan.

It was still early, and Kristen was sitting in the chair outside the door, stroking the fragrance in the flower lane with her eyes. The alley is not straight. Michelangelo Square is not visible from her, nor from the outside.

Kristen looked at the flowers. They all lowered their heads shyly. She was the most beautiful one in the flower lane.

She thought of him, sweet in her heart but sad in her eyebrows. She didn't know how to go to him and open her mouth. She didn't teach at school. Since she joined Kisman business school two years ago when she was 17 years old, she has received many courtesies from famous men. There are also many handsome young men from the royal family. Strict school rules can not prevent them from holding flowers one after another.

Kristen politely and clearly declined all of them, because she was not old enough to be allowed to fall in love with her mother, and because her heart had been filled with him, leaving no gap.

Six years ago, his chivalrous figure suddenly ran into the girl's love, and his shadow will never go away, lingering in his heart with a little sweet and a little sour. Year by year, year by year, year by year growing up, year by year missing, he filled her heart.

Zhuo Yang sat on a cane chair and looked down at the menu on the left bank, but his mind wandered around and left for a long time. The eight rose size menu is exquisitely made, with several famous classics and chefs on the left bank printed on one side, while the other side is completely blank. Only the logo on the left bank is inlaid in the corner, and six swords are folded into a shield. Many customers who come here for dinner will take a menu as a souvenir, or write down something on the back for those who want to give it to them.Zhuoyang thought of his love and four women who had been involved. It has been two years since he came to Milan. Although the media are full of gossip, Zhuoyang actually lives a Puritan life.

There was no longer any relationship between her and her. Zhuoyang had no longer resented her. In that year, the young people were not in love, but the pursuit of beauty in loneliness.

Li Xiaoqing, who is far away from each other and no longer connected, seems to have become a person of two worlds. The guilt of the past also slowly faded, Zhuoyang found that he did not owe Xiaoqing anything. There is no commitment between two people, only a strong ambiguity.

Beverly Deng, who is close but has no contact with her, is actually not love. She is two lines that should not be crossed.

The only sun Yumei who keeps in touch with her often, Zhuoyang can see the confusion in her eyes, but Zhuoyang has no feeling. He likes her just because he likes childhood.

All these tangles happened in Hanover two years ago. In Milan's two years, Zhuoyang, who was no longer troubled by feelings, finally saw clearly his heart. Those were not the love he wanted, but the chance encounter of life.

But where is your love? Zhuoyang looks up at the flower Lane opposite.

I don't know what's the reason why there are no tourists in the alley at this time. The quiet and beautiful dream tunnel leads into his heart from that end.

Suddenly, he freeze frame, Zhuoyang held his breath, heartbeat as if in this moment suddenly stopped.