The days when real wine kidnapped the model worker in the winery

The streets of the old city of St. Gallen are full of autumn.

The trees on the roadside road are about to put down their responsibilities and rest. The leaves are golden and they perform the final dance in the wind, showing their free singing voice. They are scattered on the ground. Small and crisp.

St. Gallen is an ancient city in Switzerland. It is located in the valley of two mountains in eastern Switzerland, between Lake Constance and the Alps. It has a very long history and its name comes from an Irish monk in the 7th century AD.

Let's not talk about the history of St. Gallen, but just talk about this city. The architecture of the whole city is a typical Baroque style, luxurious and prosperous, good at using light to combine with the rhythm of space, and contains many exquisite sculptures.

If it is described by the senses, it is like entering a fairy tale fantasy world.The decoration on the windows of each building can be savored for a long time.

Qiu Ting Ye and Kuisawa Zhen came here a few days ago, and now it is autumn, the temperature is low, and it looks a bit cold.

After coming here, Qiu Tingye didn't have the urgency to search for clues anymore, and stayed in a rococo-style hotel.

The Rococo style is derived from the Baroque style. Compared with the unorthodox Baroque style that pursues dynamics and strong colors, the Rococo style is exquisite and flashy, imitating natural forms.

In the past few days, they have traveled almost all over this small city, like two travelers who just want to enjoy the scenery.

St. Gallen has a strong religious atmosphere, coupled with the thousands of years of precipitation in this ancient city, walking here, it seems that the soul has been baptized.

In addition to the inner city of St. Gallen, the scenery outside the city is also full of natural style. The Alps are covered with snow all year round, ancient and full of mysterious legends. There are also scattered houses on the mountainside, forming an irregular beauty.

In contrast, Lake Constance, with the same color of water and sky, tells its unique style.

"Zhen, isn't it good here?" Qiu Tingye looked at the mirror-like Lake Constance in front of him, and said relaxedly. The characteristics of French gave him a gentle and affectionate feeling.

The calm lake surface of Lake Constance seems to be frozen, reflecting the blue sky and the water surface is clear.

This is Lake Constance in Switzerland, which has the most beautiful shoreline, is a famous water sports base, and is also a wine producing area.

"Very good." Jin Kurosawa replied, and the romantic and elegant French came out of his mouth, as if it also carried a special meaning.

The weather in late autumn is relatively cold, and Qiu Tingye is wearing a brown sweater, with a silver pendant hanging around his neck. The clear water green eyes and Lake Constance are reflected together, which is extraordinarily dazzling.

Kurosawa is still wearing a windbreaker of the same color on the outside, a woolen bottoming shirt inside, and a gray scarf wrapped around his neck. With the romantic wind fluttering, his face is rare and soft , The dark green eyes also softened.

At this moment, the two are incomparably similar.

"Going to buy some wine?" The Rhine Valley is not far away.

"No, are you going to walk back?"

"That's not necessary. Although it's interesting to go back along the shore of Lake Constance, it takes more than an hour to drive back to St. Gallen from here. I called a car."

Qiu Tingye blinked at Kurosawa.

"Where are you going next?" Kurosawa asked again.

"The Abbey of St. Gallen."

Kurosawa immediately thought of it: "Are you going to the library?"

It's impossible for this guy to go to the monastery to pay homage or something. The most valuable inside is naturally the library inside.

The St. Gallen Abbey Library, as well as the Baroque cathedral, are the landmarks of St. Gallen.

The library is one of the oldest and richest in the world, including more than 2000 volumes of precious medieval manuscripts and nearly [-] volumes of ancient books. It is the pharmacy for the soul of St. Gallen.

"Well, Paracelsus is a Swiss. Such a character will always be recorded in historical collections, and the library of St. Gallen Abbey does have his relevant records. All collections in this library are open to the public. , but no photography or borrowing is allowed, so I'm going to go."

"No wonder, are you finally in the mood to do something serious?" Kurosawa raised the corners of his lips slightly.

Qiu Tingye came over and whispered, "Aren't I always doing business?"

Lips touched, they kissed intimately by the beautiful Lake Constance.

This location just happens to be able to see the snow-covered Alps in the distance, and the small houses are looming.

Half mountain, half water; half ice, half fire.

Qiu Tingye's hand was clasped behind Kurosawa's head, and her fingertips passed through the slightly raised silver hair, which was ambiguous and beautiful, and under the sunny light, she was nostalgic.

I have to say that St. Gallen is really a good place.

Suitable for travel, but also for love.

"I think I should bring the chestnuts." Qiu Tingye's voice was a bit distressed, but his expression didn't show it at all.

"Are you sure?" Kurosawa asked back.

"Lizi should like this place very much, and he will probably be very excited to see it. However, it's better not to bring it."

"because……"

Qiu Tingye stared at him seriously, smiling, and dimples showed obvious depressions.

"I like you more."

The elegant and numb language is spoken from Qiu Tingye's mouth, just like sitting in the forest and playing the harp indulgently, gently plucking the strings, playing music full of affection.

Kurosawa raised his eyebrows and said slowly:

"You have so many sweet words. Not long ago, there was a woman who moved on for you. I'm afraid it was more than once."

Qiu Tingye's expression was a little distressed. He held the corner of Kurosawa's scarf and said helplessly:

"Are you trying to blame me for that incident? But you obviously ran to Egypt alone that day. If you were here, maybe this incident would not have happened..."

After finishing speaking, Qiu Tingye moved her face very close to him, with Bihu's smile in her eyes:

"I only told you that."

"Humph."

Kurosawa snorted lightly, without any negative meaning.

"Then who did you learn your clinginess from?"

"Of course not, I'm self-taught."

Kurosawa Zhen: "..."

His last self-taught answer was the late-night drag racing, the kind that Newton could have survived from the coffin.

"Then you are amazing."

Qiu Tingye: "..." This sentence sounded sarcasm and weird.

The two of them chattered all the way for a walk along the shoreline of the lake. Seeing the white snow in the distance, Qiu Tingye said on a whim:

"Zhen, how about we find a chance to go skiing together?"

Kurosawa: "...Why did you suddenly think of this?"

Qiu Tingye said with a smile: "I have never skied with you before, nor have I heard you ski? Are you not good at it?"

Kurosawa Zhen: "..."

"If not, I can teach the formation, and the ability of the formation must be learned quickly."

Kurosawa Zhen: "..."

"If you have time."

In the end, it still failed to hold the bottom line.

Lake Constance may be a true portrayal of the shining water and sunny side. The two walked along the lake and finally saw the vehicle that Qiu Tingye mentioned.

There is no one in the car, the key is in the car.

Qiu Tingye opened the car door, put his head on the car door, and looked at him with a smile:

"Get in the car, Master Gin's exclusive driver is online and will serve you wholeheartedly~"

The car drives along the shore of Lake Constance at a leisurely and slow speed. The natural and beautiful scenery makes both of them feel comfortable. The top of the Alps is covered with snow all year round. In this late autumn, the mountainside is still dark green. .

From a distance, only the white that belongs to the house can be seen, like a touch of snow lost from the top of a distant mountain.

The water of Lake Constance was stirred up by the wind and then calmed down. It is a mirror dropped from the sky and an inverted sky.

The mountains and lakes slowly move back from the car window, melodious and calm.

After more than an hour, they entered the ancient city of St. Gallen.

It is more like a small town than an ancient city.

After experiencing the changes of time, this ancient city has also been stained with a modern style, but it is not abrupt. The charm of the ancient city is integrated with the times, penetrating time, and also retaining the long and strong charm of history.

St. Gallen Abbey is a steeple building, which propagates Christian teachings and developed to its heyday in the ninth century. The hymn school and painting school are well-known in Western Christian society.

Because of its history, St. Gallen Abbey has been continuously rebuilt in the process of development, and almost all important stages in the history of architectural art are reflected in this abbey:

Caroline-style capital decoration in the early Middle Ages, architectural layout of Gothic ancient monasteries, Baroque churches in the late Middle Ages...

Quaint and harmonious.

In the autumn night, the wooden door of the monastery was pushed open, and the history was condensed in the murals on the walls and ceiling of the monastery, with bright colors and strong contrasts.

The reliefs of angels bring together a strong religious atmosphere.

But the destination of the autumn night is the library inside, the jewel of St. Gallen.

This library is actually not big. The lobby is in a complicated and exquisite Rococo style, full of pious atmosphere. The Greek nameplate heralds the library's eternal mission of inheriting knowledge.

The weight of knowledge should be treated piously.

Qiu Tingye and Kurosawa Jin put on special shoe covers and followed the directions to the medieval handwritten scroll.

On the vault of the library, patterns flutter, and the reliefs seem to be full of life. The mahogany floor is still well preserved, surrounded by thick oak bookshelves, carrying the weight of knowledge.

They walked past the bookshelves one by one, looking for the tome that recorded Paracelsus.

Soon, they found it. The thin handwritten book revealed the weight of time between the title pages.

Paracelsus, genius doctor, genius alchemist, genius wanderer.

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