Vol 3 Chapter 9: Zhuo Yang and Christine

Christine Josephine jumped off the small chair and walked into the tunnel of flowers. She loved to greet the flowers here quietly and liked to see them look shy.
She walked to the center of Huaxiang, bowed her waist and sniffed the violets, and then sighed and teased Yu Meiren. Christine looked out of Flower Alley, to the left of the David statue at Piazzale Michelangelo, where is his restaurant.
Suddenly, the world seemed to freeze, and Christine held her breath, and she saw him.
Today is the best day.
The meeting that looked up was unexpected. Christine had no mental preparation, so she stood in the middle of Huaxiang silly, and looked at him busy outside Huaxiang.
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Zhuo Yang was stunned by the flower fairy who suddenly appeared in the flower alley. The girl was like a flower elf and a queen of flowers. Where she walked slowly, the flowers of various colors gathered slightly, seemingly shy, as if feeling ashamed in front of her.
The whole world is left with flower lanes and flower elves, a sense of unparalleled fantasy. Looking at the elves in the flower lane who explained the flower language quietly, Zhuo Yang's heartbeat increased from the initial sudden stop, and the faster and faster, the irresistible creative impulse suddenly burst into his mind, and the melody had already sounded in the soul.
Before it was too late to prepare, Zhuo Yang took out his pen and turned over the menu on the left bank. He quickly drew a staff on the back of the blank. This is the basic skill of music students.
Starting with a weak tone in f major, Zhuo Yang scored on a simple line, and he immersed himself in the nib of the fantasy fairyland in front of him. Notes appear one after another on the staff, one bar after another, all in one go.
Zhuo Yang couldn't stop his pen. It turned out that the creative inspiration was so unstoppable. This feeling was really wonderful. The dreamy world of flower lanes, fairy-tale flower fairies, finally inspired his musical spirit spring accumulated over the years. Under the thick accumulation, a live composer was born.
Zhuo Yang looked up at the girl, but the pen in his hand didn't stop. His smile was clear and warm.
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Why is he here today? Will there be a game tomorrow? What is he busy writing?
Seeing Zhuo Yang looking up here, Kristin's heartbeat slammed again: God, he laughed and looked good!
Flower fairy is also a nympho.
He saw me! But why is he still writing? Should I walk over?
Christine walked slowly towards the outside of Huaxiang, Zhuo Yang's creation has entered the fourth part of the music. Christine walked out of the entrance of Flower Alley and into Michelangelo Square, the fifth part of the musical composition.
Christine, who had almost walked out of the corner, came to Zhuo Yang on the left bank. The sixth part at the end of c major just finished, the whole movement was finished, and it was beautiful.
"Brother Zhuoyang."
As soon as he claimed to awaken him from the dream melody, Zhuo Yang looked at Christine in surprise: where is the flower fairy, it turned out to be her. Quickly opened the wicker chair and stood up.
"Ouch, hello...cousin..."
Know her, but never know her name. She was Midel’s cousin, and Zhuo Yang Xinkou, who was slightly cramped in front of the fairy, called Midel.
‘Pooh~’! A ‘cousin’ immediately amused Christine, and her smile filled her heart with flowers.
"Brother Zhuoyang, my name is Christine Josephine, we two have seen it many times." Countless times, in my heart and dream.
The embarrassment in the title was resolved by Christine's laughter. Zhuo Yang quickly put down the pen he still earned and extended his right hand.
"Yeah, I've seen it many times and I don't know your name. Hello, Christine, I'm Zhuo Yang." After a closer look, the little girl a few years ago was already a big girl, No wonder they just didn't recognize it from a distance.
"I remember seeing you last time, it should be... it was at the ceremony of Midel's closing ceremony, yes, the Royal Palace of Laken, Belgium." Zhuo Yang recalled and said: "I remember very clearly, it was still in early o6. Time."
"Yes, it's been more than two years." Christine was very happy: it turned out he remembered seeing me. "But then I saw you twice, and I went to two Vienna New Year concerts."
"Hey, why don't you tell me? I'm fine... By the way, you don't have my phone, did Midell not tell you? She's really an idiot." Zhuo Yang was not stupid at this time. Quickly took out the phone. "Kristin, what's your number, I'll call you."
In Christine's bright smile, the two exchanged contact information happily.
"I remember the time at Lakken Palace, you should have come to me." Zhuo Yang compared his shoulders with his hands. "Now you are all here with me." Compare the chin again. "It's a lot taller! Hey, by the way, Midel said you and my birthday are just two days away. Then you this year..."
"I am 19 years old, and on my birthday, I saw you at the opening ceremony of the Olympics..." Christine gestured playfully with her hands.
"It's really a big girl, I didn't recognize it at first glance." Zhuo Yang started to remember the past like an elder. "The first time I saw you in Hanover that year, you were...13 years old, how time flies!"
It turns out he remembers everything!
"Brother Zhuoyang, shouldn't you be in Milan? You are here..."
"Oh, I'll come to the Mayflower Opera House to visit a senior master. Christine, do you live here? Are you Italian?"
"No, I am Austrian, my family is in Vaduz, do you know where?"
"Of course I know. I always wanted to come and listen to my friends saying that the scenery there is so fascinating, just like you." Art students always look natural when they boast. "But there is no time, it's just over a hundred kilometers from Milan."
153 kilometers and 323 meters. Christine said: He hasn't really been there yet.
Although he was accustomed to the praise of others for his appearance from a young age, Kristin still felt a little shy when she heard her sweetheart praise her for the first time.
Next, Zhuo Yang dragged out another chair from the left bank shop and gave the carved rattan chair to Christine. The two of them were torn up and down in the bright and tender love sunshine of Florence.
Zhuo Yang finally knows what is the relationship between Christine and Midale~EbookFREE.me~ Christine's father is Midale's uncle, and she knows why she appeared in Florence. Knowing that Christine was going to school in Hanover, Midel became a little bit confused again.
"Christine..."
"Brother Zhuoyang, my family and friends call me, you call me."
"Very cute name, okay, oh my!" Almost shocked at first. "I remembered it. At that year's Lakken Palace, Midale accidentally said to me, "Sister likes to eat tiramisu." I should have thought that she was talking about you. I heard your name." Zhuo Yang patted his forehead deliberately.
"Mistakes are wrong, I am the foolish egg."
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