Miss

Chapter 20

When the phone rang, she was sitting in the famous "Venice boat" gondola and looked at the Bridge of Sighs, where she had heard so many sighs. She was trying to restore what the bridge experienced in those years. Everything, only to find that the boat has slowly slid across the water and entered the bridge hole.

When darkness fell suddenly, she didn't know why, but she gradually shed tears.

"In the future, we will take a small boat to visit the water city of Venice together, we will visit St. Mark's Basilica together, and we will also go to the top of the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore to take pictures, and then we must go to the Trevi Fountain to make a wish..."

We have many, many futures, but now, I don't have you by my side.It's obviously an extremely clichéd story, and it's an extremely common lovelorn, but why, why does it still hurt when I think of you now?

"Miss, are you okay?" the boatman asked her in pure English. She hurriedly wiped away her tears, smiled and shook her head at him, then took out her mobile phone, looked at the caller ID, and pressed the answer button with some hesitation.

The sky was a bit dark, and it seemed that it was going to rain. The dark clouds gathered little by little, and layers of white mist had already gathered on the water, making it look particularly sparse.

"Where are you?" The voice on the other side was extremely familiar, but it was surprising to the point of disgust.

——This seems to be the first time she called her, right?

"I'm in Venice and just passed the Bridge of Sighs." She didn't have the energy to argue with him anymore, so she replied in a calm tone as much as possible, subconsciously looking at the sky, but found that the dark clouds she saw before had disappeared.

Could it be that she was wrong?

"I don't care where you've been! Your grandpa told you to come back quickly!" The other party hung up the phone with an extremely irritable temper, and she had barely spoken a few words. She looked at the phone in her hand in a daze, Slightly pulled out a shallow arc.

She really... shouldn't have appeared, right?

She put the phone back into the bag, buried her head deeply in the crook of her arm, and let the clothes absorb all the tears.

"Miss? Are you really alright?" the boatman asked for the second time, but the movements in his hands didn't stop, and he continued to move towards the next destination.

"...I don't want to continue, just find a place to put me down." She grabbed the bag in her hand and smiled at the other party. At this moment, she really has no patience to continue.

All the scenery she saw reminded her of that person. What was the point of such a journey?

Although I don't understand, this boatman has seen all kinds of people. Since the customers don't want to continue to visit, there is no need to persuade them, because the scenery people see in every mood None are the same.

After pulling the boat to the shore, he watched the other party go ashore, then turned into the street, shook his head, and drove away in the boat.

He has another guest.

Walking in this ancient street, her mood improved slightly.Coincidentally, the place where she disembarked happened to be on the harbor road away from St. Mark's Basilica.

There is a very famous place here - Fabbri between St. Mark's Basilica and Rialto Bridge, which is a very famous shopping street.

A woman's paradise.

She walked all the way, and there were not many things in her hands. When she walked out of that street, she found that besides there, there were other places worth seeing.

In these small street shops, there are many beautiful laces, and the intricate patterns on them are simply amazing, and many of them are handmade, which made her want to shout out inconceivable.

With the good things she just found in her hands, she decided to comfort her stomach, after all, she had indeed consumed a lot of calories along the way.

So it's really not fun to say that women are born shopaholics.

She chose a restaurant that was simple but not monotonous. When she got the menu, she realized that even the menu had gone through a lot of thought to make it look less monotonous.

Following the waiter's introduction, she ordered Italian sandwiches. She originally wanted to order wine, but thinking of being alone, she gave up such an idea, and instead ordered non-alcoholic coffee that can be found everywhere.

To her surprise, the coffee here is not as bad as she thought at the beginning, it can even be said to be much better than the one she ground herself, and it seems to have a unique mellow aroma. The coffee slowly slides down her throat, Gives a very comfortable feeling.

The taste of the sandwich is also very distinctive, smooth but not greasy, it melts in the mouth, it is a rare good taste.

Sitting next to her is also an Asian man. He ordered the Bardolino that she had recommended but dared not to order. He was sipping wine and eating his meal elegantly. Laptop turned off.

Inexplicably, she felt that the other party was a little familiar, but she didn't think much about it. She smiled at him and continued to enjoy the satisfying meal.

By the time she left, the man who made her care a little had already left, she felt a little regretful, paid the bill and walked out of the restaurant.

She seemed to be aware of it, but found that the man was standing at the corner of the street.

Maybe this is also a kind of fate?She almost wanted to laugh out loud when she thought about the experience later.

Because suddenly a thin boy ran out of the corner of the street, snatched the laptop bag from him and ran towards this side.

He was still in place, seemingly unresponsive.

She shook her head, threw all the things she bought on the ground, leaving only the small satchel that contained all her own things, and chased after three steps in two steps, easily grabbed the boy, and twisted his arm to him behind.

His hand couldn't support the weight of the computer, and the bag fell to the ground in a straight line. Ye Ruizi smiled, raised one leg and caught the computer bag with the strength of his calf.

The man had already walked over, he picked up the computer bag from the ground, his smile could not be concealed completely.

"Thank you, actually... the bag is not a computer, but a book I bought here."

The reason why he said that was because the weight of the books in the computer bag pressed down on her calf, and she even had a feeling that her calf had been broken by it.

So, why is she working so hard... She just wanted to cover her face and cry.

But at least she took back his things, so he wouldn't just leave her behind so ruthlessly. Instead, he sent her to the hospital and confirmed that her ankle was a bit dislocated.

He looked at her sour face, and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

"Hello, I'm Qin Zhaohang."

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