Excessive exposure

Florence is not as famous as Rome, Venice, and Milan, but in Shi Annan's mind, this is the place he most wants to come to.

As the center of European culture and the birthplace of the European Renaissance movement, opera was born here. At the same time, it has the world's first academy of fine arts and the highest institution of fine arts in the world, the Florence Academy of Fine Arts.

Throughout the history of Europe, this city has a strong stroke.

It was already 19 o'clock in the evening when the two arrived, and the hotel was located at the landmark of Florence - Ponte Vecchio.

Scattered lights have been turned on, rustling leisurely on the Arno River.

The Old Bridge is the earliest long-span arc arch bridge in Europe. There are shops on the bridge. It was originally a butcher shop, but it has been handed down to the present. Building Blocks.There are a lot of tourists on the bridge, and people stretch out their bodies from the arches of the bridge, leaning over to watch the reflection in the water. Under the afterglow, the water surface is like an ink pool for cleaning paintbrushes.

The location of the hotel is the same as the one we stayed at last night. It is very convenient. You can visit nearby attractions when you go out.

The room is a river-view room. When you open the window, you can see the Arno River and the Old Bridge. Although the view is limited, the scenery is picturesque.This is probably the legendary Emerald Twilight.

The evening breeze was gentle, carrying water vapor, which lifted the spirits of the two who were already exhausted.After packing everything up, it's time to go downstairs for food.

Among the delicacies of Florence, the most famous is the T-bone steak, which usually weighs 1KG. It looks very luxurious, crispy and plump, fragrant and juicy, which greatly increases the appetite.It can be described as the ultimate enjoyment when paired with locally brewed red wine.

Then came with a side of vegetables, a lobster pasta and pizza.

When the whole serving was served, I realized that the portion was so big that I couldn't finish it.

"Wow, I'm sure I'll be overwhelmed with so many." Zhou Bingwen was at a loss as to what to do.

"Eat slowly, as much as you can eat." Shi Annan got up and poured a small glass of red wine for him: "I was in a hurry last night. I was in a hurry to go shopping, but I didn't eat very well. You can eat it tonight." Taste slowly."

His thoughtfulness warmed Zhou Bingwen’s heart. There are so many beautiful sights in Rome, but for the next day’s trip to the Vatican, he could only take a quick look at them overnight. The Colosseum, the Pantheon, the ruins of ancient Rome, Piazza Navona, Castel Sant'Angelo, etc., passed by in a hurry, and they all became regrets in his heart.And I didn't enjoy the food very much, only because the ice cream is convenient to eat, and most of them rely on it to fill my stomach along the way.

This kind of steak is only medium-rare. I thought it would be very raw, but I didn't expect it to be just right. I heard that the locals eat it half-rare.

The shiny stainless steel knife cuts along the frying lines, and then forks it up. The mouth is delicious and refreshing. The teeth chew gently and you can feel the fineness of the meat fiber. The rich and sweet gravy flows between the lips and teeth. The breath between the nostrils is an aroma that whets the appetite.

But such a delicious food will get greasy after two more bites, so you have to add vegetables and red wine to press it quickly.

The refreshing, crispy sweetness of the vegetables and the fruity sourness of the red wine have brought the taste of the steak to a higher level, and they really complement each other.

"How do you feel?" Shi Annan asked him.

Zhou Bingwen nodded: "It's okay. Although the taste is quite different from domestic ones, it tastes very special. I can't tell what it feels like, but I like it."

"Eat more if you like it. Tomorrow is a heavy task. Maybe we can only eat biscuits and cakes."

Zhou Bingwen looked like you’ve forgiven me: “I definitely don’t dare to eat too much, it’s too boring, I have to use vegetables and red wine to suppress the taste, I’m sure I’ll be full soon, and the pasta and pizza haven’t moved yet.”

"Then you..." Shi Annan suddenly stopped talking, his eyes stared out of the window, completely frozen.

Zhou Bingwen followed his gaze and saw a gay couple leaning on the pier and kissing. They kissed very passionately, with their hands stroking each other's body and their legs rubbing and intertwining.The Italians are quite unrestrained and romantic. Kissing in the street is not a big surprise. Zhou Bingwen has only been here for a day, and he has witnessed it several times, but this is the first time for a man and a man, and it is the first time in his life. I've never seen anything like this on TV.

He quickly turned his face back and said unnaturally: "Don't look at it."

Shi Annan withdrew his gaze, his expression normal: "Why, do you hate this?"

"Yeah, it's not..." Zhou Bingwen couldn't help this topic at all, he stumbled a little, and didn't dare to recall what he just saw: "Anyway, I'm not used to it..."

"Oh." Shi Annan cut a piece of steak and put it in his mouth, without continuing the topic.

Zhou Bingwen deliberately put this matter behind him and concentrated on tasting the food wholeheartedly.But soon he realized something was wrong, his cheeks were hot, and his head was a little dizzy, so he quickly put down his glass and took two sips of ice water.

"what happened?"

Zhou Bingwen shook his head, feeling that he should be able to hold on if he is sober, and he just thought that he must not spoil his interest: "It's okay, I'm just a little tired."

"Then have some pasta." Shi Annan moved the plate of lobster pasta towards him.

Zhou Bingwen clearly knew that he was nodding, but why was his chin so soft?It seems to be on the cotton, forget it, as long as you are not completely drunk, you should be fine.

Shi Annan's food intake tonight has exceeded, but he still hasn't been able to settle a table of food, and it's getting late: "Let's go, let's go to the Lord's Square."

"Well, okay." Zhou Bingwen stood up and felt that the bones in his legs were like noodles, and he walked erratically. This feeling is really strange.

Shi Annan saw that his fair cheeks were stained red and his eyes were watery, so he couldn't help asking: "Drunk? Why don't we go back to the hotel."

Zhou Bingwen shook his head, it was so hard to come here once, how could he miss it because of him.

"It's just a little face-saving, but the consciousness is very clear."

"Really?"

"real."

Seeing that he persisted, Shi Annan smiled slightly: "You must tell me when you can't walk."

Zhou Bingwen was angry, quite dissatisfied that he looked down on him: "No way."

"Then let's go." Shi Annan took out the map from his pocket and led the way.

The two just walked across the old bridge and headed towards the other side of the Arno River.There are entertainers selling singing and playing on the street, playing guitar and drums, humming local popular music, which is pleasant to the ear.The two couldn't help but stop and listen quietly.

A five or six-year-old blond girl broke away from her parents' hands and danced lively on the spot. Her fluffy red skirt bloomed like a kite and her limbs fluttered like butterflies. Whether it was music or bright stars, they became her foil.

At the end of the song, there was thunderous applause from all around, and the little girl jumped up and down excitedly, posing in various cute poses.

Zhou Bingwen felt that his head was swaying in the rhythm of the little girl, so he quickly shook his head to wake himself up.Ah... why does such a beautiful child have four legs?She must be dancing too fast.

Hey, no, why did she grow four hands again, Europeans are different, really amazing...

"Let's go, let's go shopping around." Shi Annan took his hand and walked forward slowly.

Zhou Bingwen was very obedient. If he was told to go left, he would go left, and if he was told to go right, he would go right. He didn't stop stubbornly until he passed an ice cream shop.

Shi Annan looked back and suddenly realized that Italian handmade ice cream is world-famous, and it is indeed delicious. Last night Zhou Bingwen was full of praise for the ice cream from the old store in Rome. He probably wants to savor it again now.

"I buy for you?"

Zhou Bingwen nodded.

Shi Annan bought a large portion, and he was a little tired of the steak at night, so he just used this to relieve his boredom.

Zhou Bingwen actually still has a sliver of consciousness now. He wants to eat ice cream because his mind is getting more and more chaotic. He wants to rely on this thing to refresh his mind, thinking that ice cream will be enough.

The soft and icy ice cream melts in the mouth, and the lingering and mellow taste is no worse than that of the old store in Rome. Zhou Bingwen thought vaguely that the heaviness in his head was not relieved by the ice cream.

The scenery along the way could no longer catch his eyes, and the hazy lights on the street were blurred into light spots, circle after circle, like flowers in the moon water in the mirror, vaguely, unable to distinguish the authenticity from the false.

"Let's go, we're going back." Shi Annan's voice became softer and gentler.

"Ah."

"beware of the steps."

"Oh……"

They returned to the old bridge, the lights on the bridge were still on, but the crowd was much less than in the afternoon, walking in twos and threes, at the corner.In the arcades and narrow alleys, there are couples taking pictures and kissing. They act as if no one else is there, and they are cautious, shyly and enthusiastically sharing their lingering affection with each other.

"I'll have a bite of ice cream, too."

"Give……"

"It's on my hands again."

"Oh……"

Shi Annan led him to a corner surrounded by an arch, where there were only dark shadows, and even his vision was blurred.

He pinned him against the brick wall.

Cold eyes met blurred pupils.

"How much is this?" Shi Annan snapped out three fingers.

"..."

"who are you?"

"..."

"Is the ice cream delicious?"

"..."

"What a waste of ice cream dripping on your hands, lick it clean by yourself?"

This time there was a reaction, Zhou Bingwen blinked, shook his head slightly, lowered his head and stuck out his tongue to lick up the half-melted viscous liquid on his fingers, but after a while he seemed to have no strength, and hung his head for a while. at every turn.

Shi Annan bent over, stretched out her hands to cover his eyes, closed his vision, her lips fell on his half-raised hands, and patiently and slowly cleaned up all the ice cream he didn't lick.

Zhou Bingwen didn't know anything about it, and when he couldn't see anything, his reaction became more sluggish and drowsy.

Shi Annan finally couldn't bear the unguarded appearance of him, the hand covering his eyes exerted a little force, lifted his head up a little, turned his face sideways, and stepped forward to enclose his lips.

Sweet, soft, and a little bit of coolness, there is a touch of red wine in the breath.

Shi Annan held his face in his hands, rubbing his hair with his fingertips, caressing slowly.

"You didn't know that the Ponte Vecchio is also known as the Bridge of Love, where Dante and his lover met."

Zhou Bingwen closed his eyes and breathed evenly.

Shi Annan leaned over again, closed his eyes and pecked.