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It is said that kissing the person you love most under the bridge of sighs will lead to eternal love. ...

After performing in Milan for a week, Moran didn't go home directly. She asked for leave and went to Venice. Although she could only stay for 72 hours, she didn't hesitate. If the Sahara is San Mao's homesickness, then Venice is Moran's nostalgia in the past.

Moran is an erhu player who has visited many countries with the group. Venice has never been here. She only lingers in the photos taken by the south wind. Nanfeng is her fiance, a professional photographer. Venice is his favorite city. He said, "Moran, shall we go to Venice for a wedding trip? There is a bridge of sighs. It is said that as long as you kiss under the bridge, love will last forever. " Words are special, but he has been separated from her yin and yang. Two months before he got married, he was killed while taking pictures in the wild. The days without the south wind are sad, and Moran is immersed in thoughts. Anything related to him will make her see, think and do. Now Venice is only a stone's throw away. Why doesn't she go to see the bridge of sighs? That's the wish of the south wind.

When she arrived in Venice, Moran settled in Osterloh Youth Hostel on Judka Island and took those photos taken by the south wind. She is going to follow in his footsteps and take a walk. She once heard Nanfeng say that this city, which is less than 8 square kilometers, is full of rivers and bridges, and he likes to take the gondola along the ancient "Venetian Zone" Grand Canal to photograph the coastal scenery. Most of the more than 200 palaces and seven churches along the Grand Canal were built in the15th century, with different styles such as Byzantine style, Gothic style and Baroque style, which are dizzying. Nanfeng is impressed by these exquisite architectural arts, and Moran, who is traveling around the world, is even more impressed by Nanfeng's photography technology. The starting point of each photo is so accurate that it shows the uniqueness of these buildings.

Venice in February is wet, just like her wet heart. In the drizzle, Moran came to the most lively and prosperous place in the city center, which was once called "the most beautiful living room in Europe" by Napoleon. There are not many tourists in the square under the drizzle, only some pigeons are swaggering around. The whole square looked empty and beautiful, and she looked at it and tears came down. She stood still. If the south wind will make everything different, why do people who love each other separate? Liang Zhu is like this, and so are Romeo and Juliet.

Crying is the only way she can vent now. She stood in the rain, his favorite city, where he said he would go on his honeymoon, and she wanted to cry once. She cried so badly that no one knew her, and no one was there anyway.

What can I do for you? Fluent Chinese came. Moran was shocked. This is Venice. Oh, how is that possible? I looked up and saw a handsome blond man standing there, wearing a long trench coat and without an umbrella.

Moran quickly wiped her tears. "Can you speak Chinese?"

"Yes, I worked in China. Louis. " He smiled, showing his teeth as white as the south wind.

Moran stared blankly for a moment, and sure enough he met a person who could speak Chinese. After all, Moran often goes abroad and has seen some of the world. Immediately calmed his mood. "Moran."

"You are not moved by the scenery of Venice, are you?" Louis shrugged.

"Yes, the scenery is really beautiful." Moran didn't want to show too much emotion, and immediately walked along Louis's train of thought.

Ha ha. Louis smiled. "Lan is also a humorous person. If you don't mind, I'll buy you a drink. " He pointed to the cafe near the square.

Moran is also a little tired, so she can have a rest. Besides, it is not easy to meet someone who can speak Chinese.

Coffee warms your hands. Louis talks a lot, which is probably a common fault of Italians. In less than a quarter of an hour, Moran learned that Louis had worked in Shanghai for five years. He said that he likes Shanghai, and the charm of this city that never sleeps is no less than Venice in his heart. He said that Shanghai can be said to be his second hometown. He has been talking, and Moran has been listening. He speaks very fast, occasionally mixed with some English, and his words reveal his love for Venice. He is as interested in the architecture of Venice as the south wind. His taste in coffee is also first-class, and he compares the puppet artist with the Venetian school. His rich experience and opinions show that he is a good man. He is a journalist who works in Milan, and now he is back on holiday.

Louis is very enthusiastic. Finish your coffee. They also got a preliminary understanding of each other. After paying 20,000 lira for coffee, Louis offered to be a free tour guide to accompany her to St. Kyle's Church, which stands in the square. It is the most prominent building in the water, and its five spires are modeled after the Hagia Sophia in Istanbul, Turkey. The appearance of the cathedral is a Greek regular cross, which can be said to be a building that combines the cultural characteristics of the East and the West. Inside the church, from the floor, walls to the ceiling, there are mosaic paintings shining with historical glory, which makes the whole church shrouded in golden light. St. Kyle's Cathedral is the center of Venetian belief and life, and it is a classic of Venetian architectural art. Looking at this beautiful church and listening to Louis explain the history of the church, Moran's eyes are moist again. If the south wind were here, he would keep saying this.

It's still early to leave the church. They rented a gondola. Gondola is a beautifully decorated crescent-shaped black gondola with both ends facing upwards. The young boatman rowing for them is very handsome, wearing a striped coat, black trousers and a straw hat. The red ribbon on the hat floats in the air, which matches the dark hull and the blue canal. The boatman talked to Louis in Italian, and Louis didn't know why he smiled brightly. Moran looked at them puzzled. Seeing her doubts, Louis came over and said, "He said my girlfriend is beautiful. Ask us if we want to go to the bridge of sighs, will you go? "

Bridge of sighs, bridge of sadness. Moran was very sad when he heard the name. But she nodded.

The boat glided briskly on the smooth river. The boatman shook the wooden paddle dramatically, making the bow rise and fall with the water, and the splash wet Moran's skirt. Moran looked at the fluffy water and felt depressed. The surrounding buildings are retreating rapidly, and she is immersed in her own thoughts.

"The Bridge of Sighs is also called the Bridge of Lovers, do you know?" Louis looked at her.

"Yes, I have heard its story."

"May I kiss you? Just at the moment of crossing the bridge. " Moran was surprised at Louis' boldness. Louis smiled at her, showing his white teeth. At that moment, she suddenly nodded, her eyes blank.

Louis came and hugged her shoulder, Moran didn't struggle. Quietly leaning in his arms, like a cat being picked home.

When the fully enclosed Baroque Bridge of Sighs appears in the distance, Moran's ear is full of south wind. It is said that kissing the person you love most under the Bridge of Sighs will produce eternal love. ...

Now she's here. Did he see it in the sky? Tears wet Louis' skirt. When the boat passed under the bridge, Louis kissed her cheek and sucked away her tears.

The boatman whistled and Louis hugged her. Moran refused to look up, imagining that it was the arm of the south wind and the lips of the south wind. They walked under the bridge like a real couple, but in fact they were nothing.

Looking back at the bridge of sighs in the distance, Moran felt worried.

On the way back to the hotel. He said that he had never kissed a girl under the bridge of sighs, and Moran gave him a chance to practice. She smiled.

"You are always Xiao Yu. You smile beautifully, and it makes people sad when a beautiful woman cries. " Louis stretched out his hand and patted his chest. Moran didn't answer and smiled back.

"Can I see you again tomorrow?" He looked at her sincerely. Unable to refuse his eyes, Moran nodded to him.

Lying in the hotel bed, Moran's eyes are full of Louis' smile. Suddenly, the more she thought about it, the more wrong she was. Louis didn't seem to ask her anything. He talked all the way. He doesn't seem to care what kind of person she is. He is very familiar with Shanghai and even knows the Lan Xin Theatre. When he appeared in front of her, he didn't ask her which country she was from. People who speak Chinese are not necessarily from China, are they? That's weird. He told her with great certainty about Shanghai and China.

Is it a coincidence? She can't think of an answer.

Tomorrow is a new beginning and everything is new. The desire of Nanfeng has given up, so we have to start again.

She decided to have a good time in Venice tomorrow. Then go back to China. Everything is a new beginning.

Moran adjusted himself and walked out of the hotel door. Louis was already there. Today, he wears casual clothes, a pair of light military shoes and a camera around his neck. Seeing her coming out, he came over with a smile. "Ah. I am in good spirits today. "

"Hey, are you working today?" Moran frowned. If he wants to work, she can only go shopping by herself, and her questions will not be answered.

I'm on vacation. I brought this guy to take your picture as a souvenir.

She was moved by Louis' concern.

Louis said he would take her to an event today, the most famous carnival in Venice. Moran found tourists everywhere and the weather was good. She didn't pay much attention to things yesterday because she was depressed. Now I think it's a good thing that Louis was with her yesterday, otherwise she doesn't know if she will get lost, within the range of 8 square kilometers.

Carnival is a grand festival in Venice, and Moran just caught up. Louis said she was a blessed person. There are few hotel beds at this time. Every street is very lively, and people from all over the world come here to party everywhere. In order not to let others recognize you, everyone will wear a mask, and people who love to show off will even make the whole shape, clothing and jewelry to make you look like another person. Therefore, all kinds of strange clothes compete in the water, even attracting the eyes of flattered tourists and becoming the focus of the spotlight. Louis took out a mask from his carry-on bag like magic and handed it to the lovely cat Moran. Moran screamed with joy and put it on her head. I just turned around and found that Louis was gone. Just when she was in a hurry, she found Zorro standing beside her in military shoes.

"Let me save you, my beautiful lady." Louis' exaggerated voice.

"Ha ha ..." Moran looked at Zorro with a camera. All her happy smiles fell into Louis' camera. This game, which was originally a private carnival among nobles, became a national carnival activity from the15th century, showing the decadent nature of Venetians' pursuit of pleasure.

Louis took this happiness to the extreme. He took her to visit the onion house, Arcadia Bridge, Rezzonico House, Foscali House and other places on the left bank, and also took her to the 96-meter-high St. Kyle Bell Tower. Take the elevator to the bell tower and overlook it. The charming scenery of the whole city and island is panoramic, and the snow-capped Alps are panoramic. Standing on the bell tower, Louis hugged her and she leaned comfortably in his arms. There are people eating, drinking and having fun everywhere, and Moran's blood is boiling with high spirits. She laughed and shouted when she performed on the stage, and she lost her dignity completely. She doesn't mind. She wears a cat mask and can't laugh too much.

As night fell, she joined Nightcrawler, joking with everyone and drinking Venetian wine together. It was not until she could walk no further that Louis carried her home. Being drunk, Moran threw himself out. She wrapped her eyes in a daze, just like the south wind. Louis held her carefully and coaxed her.

When Moran woke up in the morning, he found Louis lying on the carpet like a child. She stood up and looked around. Louis's house is clean and tidy. The bookshelf is full of pictures and manuscripts, as well as some Chinese books. Moran picked up the ticket and left a ticket for the Philharmonic Orchestra to perform in Milan. Isn't this the band she belongs to? No wonder Louis didn't ask her who she was. It turned out that he knew. What else does he know? Moran's doubts are even heavier. She began to look through the books and periodicals on Louis' desk. She knows it's wrong, but she must know something.

One of her performance photos fell out of another book, which was her first performance in Lan Xin after graduation. Moran speeds up the search for the bookshelf and sees two erhu CDs on the bookshelf. Seeing all this, she suddenly felt scared and fled from Louis' residence without looking back.

Two months later, Moran was rehearsing. The colonel said someone was looking for her. That's Louis, still smiling brightly, showing white teeth.

"Why are you investigating me?" Moran was not angry at all when he saw him. She can't stop thinking about him these days.

"Oh, dear, those are just the information I usually collect. I am a journalist who pays attention to everything with potential. And you are a rookie of Chinese folk music; In addition, I like erhu. "

"Why did you find it here?"

"Because I kissed you under the bridge of sighs." This lovely Venetian made Moran want to cry.

"So the legend is true?" Moran ran over, jumped up and hugged Louis' neck.

"Of course. We Venetians never kiss women we don't love under the bridge of sighs. " Louis hugged her, too.