Huayu: From charlatan to great entertainer

Chapter 353: Voiceless Girl, Setting Up a Street Stall

Concubine Liu Yi hasn't written a diary for some time.

The first article I started with was naturally the one on the night of August 2005, 8, a page stained with tears in the passage of time.

If you turn a few pages further and write more, you will find the drone surprise he prepared for himself last year.

In short, it's like reading "Diary of a Madman" over and over again, which is all cannibalistic.

The core of the content of her diary is just three words - washing machine.

The mystery of his “good and evil” character;

About his acting coaching and his own experience;

About the progress and entanglements of the relationship between the two parties;

About his participation in those great undertakings.

July 2007, 7, Rome, sunny

It is really painful not to be able to speak. I try my best and can only make an unpleasant "huh, huh" sound from my throat.

Fortunately, he is with me.

Our ancestors said that misfortune often leads to good fortune, and good fortune often leads to misfortune. This is true. Today is the happiest day in the past two years, except for the drone’s birthday last year.

Of course, maybe my phone doesn’t think so. The keyboard is almost broken by me lately.

I heard that Apple’s new phone is pretty good and can be used directly by touch screen. I’m going to buy one tomorrow to try it out.

I took the opportunity to ask the washing machine some questions tonight, but unfortunately I couldn't really tell whether they were true or not. I really want to weld a lie detector on him!
But maybe it's of no use.

One thing is certain, Zeng Wenxiu must be a very important person to him.

The first name he called out in a coma was hers. She was Li Ming's adoptive mother in "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" and the mysterious tombstone on Niu Shou Mountain.

I know that no one can deceive him or force him to say what he doesn't want to say.

Hopefully he'll be willing to tell me one day.

I really hope I can recover sooner!

I was able to complete this movie successfully and sit in the theater and watch one of the most important roles in my life so far.

You can talk about this history with the old revolutionaries of your grandparents’ generation.

You can confidently say to your washing machine:
I have lived up to your expectations and I can be your proudest student.

Just like at the end of "Whiplash", the exhausted Jay Chou and the extremely relieved Teacher Feng smiled at each other on the stage. I really look forward to seeing that scene again.

But to be honest, Whiplash and The Curious Case of Benjamin Button do seem like a true reflection of our relationship.

One is a cruel and violent teacher and a novice student;
One is an older man and a young girl with a very old mentality.

That’s right, I’ve always felt that he looked very mature from his clothes to his mentality. How could a 19-year-old Taoist priest blow smoke rings so smoothly?

He even lied to me that I was practicing in the mountains all day long. What kind of practice is that?

Life is like a movie, but much more exciting than a movie.

Good night, looking forward to the next journey.
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Early the next morning.

"Dong dong!"

"Boom boom boom!"

"Dong dong dong dong!"

Liu Yifei's knocking on the door became louder and louder, as if she would impatiently break in if the washing machine door was not opened.

Boss Lu came to open the door barefoot with messy hair, bullying Xiao Liu for not being able to speak, and scolded him:
"You're too old to sleep, and yet you're not letting me sleep! What time is it? Didn't we agree to go downstairs for breakfast at 9 o'clock?"

"I'll take a shower and we'll go."

Concubine Liu Yi was in a good mood and was not prepared to argue with him. She raised her little fist as a warning and dragged her suitcase into the house.

The weather is getting hotter day by day, and the heat dissipation function of the desktop laptop is obviously not very good, and the built-in fan is quite noisy.

She saw Lu Kuan enter the bathroom and sat down to wait.

The computer was not turned off and the mobile phone was placed casually on the table. This defenseless posture made her feel comfortable and trusted.

It was also because of this that she could open her heart to him and escape from reality, and get drunk in front of him without any scruples. Concubine Liu Yi also trusted him very much.

Just like what she had said to Su Chang and Yang Mi, she could feel that she had a unique position in Lu Kuan's heart, and he would not do anything to hurt her.

Liu Yifei randomly clicked twice with the mouse. The interface showed the office software developed internally by Wenjie Holdings and Blog.com. The last video session ended at three o'clock.

No wonder I was so grumpy when I woke up, as if I wanted to eat myself. It turns out I didn’t get enough sleep!

It seems that he has to stay up late to coordinate with the domestic parties regarding the upcoming launch of Weibo.

What is different from previous blog sites is that this time it is far from being a one-man show.

Not only did Penguin launch Taotao like it did later, other portals also followed suit and began preparing for internal testing.

Many companies in the industry have recognized the huge business opportunities and associated benefits of the combination of the Internet and the entertainment industry, which is a blue ocean.

By then, there will be a situation where a hundred flowers will bloom, and it will only depend on the means and strategies of each company to see who will have the last laugh.

"Let's go!"

Lu Kuan walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed, still wearing the same trousers and shirt as always, which made Liu Yifei a little annoyed!
Although the man with a slim waist and a pointed back looks very manly, she always feels that he is too mature. She wants to see the young and sunny side of the washing machine.

Subconsciously, she felt that only people like Lu Kuan were of the same age as her, and there seemed to be less barriers between them.

The girl pulled out her phone and said, "This time when we go to Florence, I'm going to take you clothes shopping, even if it's just sportswear!"

"Is there a problem?" Boss Lu looked at the mirror puzzledly, and naturally couldn't understand her train of thought.

When the two got in the car, the trunk of the Mercedes-Benz G500 was already filled with essential supplies for a long-distance trip.

Tire pressure gauge, emergency power cord, simple camping tent, first aid kit, air pump...

There's also a shiny aluminum baseball bat that looks pretty lethal.

Lu Kuan spread out a map on the driver's seat, marked a few red circles with a pen, and introduced the following route to Liu Yifei.

"We are now in Rome, in the Lazio region in central Italy, and our next stop is Florence, also in the center of Italy."

"Next, to the north is Venice. We've already been there, so we won't go there again. Further north is Milan. You're probably eager to go shopping, right?"

Liu Yifei pursed her lips and nodded with a smile. Aren’t you talking nonsense?
Boss Lu tapped a few times on the map with his pen. "Then, depending on the situation, we can abandon the car and fly directly to Palermo and go to Sicily. How about that?"

【Then what? 】

Concubine Liu Yi's eyelashes fluttered, and she blinked her big eyes at him with anticipation.

She was more concerned about the upcoming itinerary. Could it be that this was the end?

Lu Kuan teased her, "Then go home! This whole trip will take at least a week! I'm making tens of millions a minute, am I kidding you?"

The little mute was so anxious that he almost spoke. He grabbed his arm and made "babbling" sounds in his throat to express his resistance.

Boss Lu was pleasantly surprised and said, "Xiao Liu, you've made progress?"

Liu Yifei rolled her eyes at him speechlessly. It would be great if she could always make this weird sound herself.

Do you think it sounds good? Why are you just babbling like a fool?

She took out her camera and took a selfie, then seemed to remember something and took out her sunscreen and gestured to the old driver to make the road wider.

"I don't need it." Boss Lu waved his hands, full of straight man's resistance.

It's a pity that Concubine Liu Yi, who is now speechless, has gradually gotten used to not talking to him.

The girl smeared the sunscreen on her palms without hesitation, pressed her knees on the passenger seat, and stretched out her arms to hit him in the face.

The overlord slammed the bow.

"Well...I..."

The young director's resistance was of little use. It was not until he took a mouthful of sunscreen that he obediently closed his eyes and mouth and allowed her to ravage and humiliate him.

In the hot summer, it feels great to have a beautiful girl with the scent of orange and melon, stretching out her cool little hands to apply something to you.

But if the sunscreen could be replaced with massage oil, and the scene could be changed to the luxury hotel room last night, or if her actions could be less rough...

better.

So good that it deserves extra time.

When I got to Florence, I bought a new phone. It was the one Apple had just released earlier this year.

"Are you still an Apple fan?"

What Apple fans? My fingers are sore from typing. Can't I just press the screen on this one? It takes photos just fine, too.

The front row space of the G500 is acceptable. Liu Yifei curled up comfortably in the seat barefoot and took out a box of tiramisu.

"Didn't you just have breakfast?"

Xiao Liu made a "six" gesture to him, indicating that he would go downstairs to have breakfast at 6 o'clock.

Besides, girls have two stomachs for eating and eating snacks, okay?

Tiramisu is a dessert originating from the Veneto region of Italy. The one in Liu Yifei's hand is a special supply from the top hotel Hassler.

Compared to traditional tiramisu, Strega liqueur is ingeniously added to the traditional mascarpone cream, and high-quality white chocolate is used instead of sugar.

Xiao Liu scooped a small piece with satisfaction and put it into her mouth. The aroma of milk, coffee, cocoa and the mint aroma of Strega liqueur bloomed on her taste buds, making her exclaim in delight.

The legendary Xiao Liu who lets himself go when he is not working is beginning to show signs of himself.

However, in this life, Concubine Liu Yi has developed a habit of fitness and has maintained a particularly good figure, except for the occasional embarrassing moments like when she bought underwear yesterday.

In line with the principle that delicious food should be shared, she picked out a large piece and put it to the driver's mouth, looking very relaxed.

"There's alcohol in it, I can't eat it."

Xiao Liu raised his eyebrows and gave up. He knew that he never drank alcohol while driving, but he forgot that the important ingredient here was liqueur.

The car's CD was playing the Italian classic "Gloria". Liu Yifei, the microphone master who was unable to sing, could only use her mobile phone to chat with the driver.

[Many classic movies were filmed in Italy, right?]

Film review is a compulsory course for students in all departments of Beijing Film Academy, especially the Department of Directing and the Department of Photography.

Although Xiao Liu has not attended classes at school for a few days, her knowledge of classic movies and characters is no less than that of the most serious students at Beijing Film Academy.

Because there was an old demon who would tell her directly every time he was explaining the play and giving her guidance:
This character went to see Nicole Kidman’s The Hours;
\This shot is used to watch Swank's "Million Dollar Baby";
If you want to hear this line, go watch Reese's "Walk the Line"...

Including how to break down the character's performance logic and action chain, and teach her how to fish.

This is a masterclass in film drawing instruction.

The veteran driver glanced at the phone she handed over and nodded, "Movies are visual art. If they have highly aesthetic natural and cultural elements as a background, they will naturally achieve twice the result with half the effort."

“Although Italy is not a large country, it has a rich variety of climate zones, landform types, and cultural landscapes, making it more suitable for directors to portray themes.”

"For example, The Godfather was set in Sicily, which is the headquarters of the Mafia. The volcanic cliffs and ruins of Greek temples can also create a primitive and wild feeling."

"For example, 'Life is Beautiful' was filmed in Arezzo, the hometown of Petrarch, the father of the Renaissance, and Michelangelo, the master of sculpture. It fits the romantic and artistic character of the protagonist Guido."

"Another important reason is the high tax refunds. France offers 25%, Germany offers 20%, and Italy offers 30%."

When Xiao Liu mentioned France, he remembered something and handed over his phone again.

My dad asked me to take some time to go to Paris. Will you accompany me?

Boss Lu suddenly felt guilty. He wouldn't abduct someone's daughter and then have eight hundred assassins ambushed under the embassy tent, and smash his phone as a signal...

"Since you have time, then go when you have time."

The little girl suddenly came over with a gust of fragrance, and her breath was filled with the sweet aroma of tiramisu.

【Why are you sweating? 】

"Oh, my driver's seat is directly hit by the sun, and it's over 30 degrees outside. It's hot!"

Xiao Liu snorted and ignored his stubbornness.

But it was just the first day of their time together, and with a wonderful journey ahead of them, she wasn't too eager to leave right away...

A girl is no longer under the control of her father when she grows up!

The roads are wide, so you have to be careful when driving abroad. After passing through the city, you will soon get on the A1 highway. About 230 kilometers north, you will reach Florence, the capital of Tuscany.

This was the Italian city he visited most often with his internship crew in his previous life.

Just as he had just told Liu Yifei, Florence is a famous world art capital, the birthplace of the European Renaissance and the birthplace of opera.

There are more than 40 museums and art galleries in the city. The Uffizi Gallery and the Pitti Gallery are world-famous and house a large collection of masterpieces by Renaissance artists.

In addition to Paris, the birthplace of Impressionism, this is another pilgrimage site for young artists.

It goes without saying that Lu Kuan was a long way off in his previous life, when he was still an ignorant student.

Driving into the city center, I encountered a police check for the first time in so many days, but the Italian police are as casual as their citizens.

It looked like a nice car, and the young man and woman wearing sunglasses also had an extraordinary temperament. Judging from their visas, they should be Asian movie stars, so they were allowed to pass in a friendly manner.

Florence has a long history. The streets in the city center are narrow, with many vendors and wandering artists setting up stalls, making it quite congested.

It was almost 12 o'clock when the two arrived at the Villa San Michele Hotel.

Of course, there was no online room booking at that time. Without an entourage to take care of him, Mr. Lu would go directly to the local top luxury hotels, and on-site reservations were generally smoother.

There were just a few minor mishaps today.

At the reception desk, which bears a vintage royal lion head logo, a receptionist dressed in Lombardy-style attire smiled and apologized:
"I'm sorry, sir and madam, our junior suites and lemon suites are all booked out. The only room left is the two-bedroom lemon villa. Please take a look..."

The Italian receptionist with curly hair was a little confused about the relationship between the two people in front of her.

A young man and woman come to such a luxury hotel and ask for two rooms. They should not be a couple, right?
Even if they are not in a relationship, it would be okay for them to live in the same villa if they are siblings, right?
Boss Lu glanced at Xiao Liu sheepishly, "I didn't plan this, did I? My writing skills aren't that bad."

This was definitely not arranged by him.

The Villa San Michele Hotel is nestled in the Fiesole Hills near Florence, overlooking the city.

Its earliest history can be traced back to a monastery in 1411.

Because it is located halfway up the mountain and has a restricted geographical location, only very few rooms could be developed during the renovation in 1817.

Since the hotel mainly serves high-end European customers, the rooms are mostly spacious and elegant. In 2007, the entire hotel had less than 25 rooms.

The receptionist looked apologetic. "The city center is currently hosting the Biennale, so there are quite a few tourists. I'm sure you noticed it when you entered the city."

The Florence Biennale is known as one of the three major art biennales in the world, along with Venice and Milan.

If the three major European biennials are grand events of film festivals, these three biennials are grand events of painting, mixed media, photography, sculpture, video art, and ceramic art from all over the world, one concept.

Although Boss Lu knew that he couldn't get involved in anything yet, he didn't reject it. He tilted his head hypocritically and said, "Xiao Liu, look..."

Concubine Liu Yi didn't think so much. She was drunk yesterday, but he was still worse than a beast.

What's wrong with sleeping in the same room?
Two doors, two beds, what could he dare to do? What could he do?
It's a good opportunity to see if the washing machine is behaving properly and not messing around like it did in the lingerie store that day.

It's true that flies don't bite seamless eggs.

She simply took out her passport and other documents and patted them in front of the front desk, then smiled and nodded to the hotel staff. Her heroic demeanor impressed the Italian woman at the counter.

The woman wore sunglasses and said nothing, but her move immediately sealed the deal.

This man looked around and hesitated to get a room. He must be either a driver or a gigolo!
The hotel, which was converted from an old monastery, has a unique style and a classical charm, but the furnishings and decoration are a bit too retro and contain many religious elements.

In short, Lu Kuan couldn't understand what the cross with Jehovah nailed to it meant hanging in the living room of this small double villa.

Wouldn’t it be creepy for male and female travelers to get intimate on the sofa?

Xiao Liu was quite satisfied with this double villa that cost more than 2000 euros. He looked around and took photos.

The fireplace is built with original stone from the 16th century, with Boiserie carved wood paneling embedded in it, and is engraved with classical walnut carved vine patterns.

The beautiful little mute babbled and pointed at the vine pattern, gesturing towards Lu Kuan where the luggage should be stored.

He walked over, took a look, and said with a smile, "Yes, this is a Renaissance acanthus leaf pattern, just like the Master's Column you saw in the Plaza de España yesterday."

Boss Lu looked at the two rooms that were almost right next to each other and asked, "Which one are you sleeping in?"

Xiao Liu pursed his lips and sat down on the custom-made sofa from Fendi Casa. The dark maroon velvet showed off its luxury, and the armrests were embroidered with Medici family lily patterns.

She smiled and spread her hands to indicate that it was okay, but was afraid that he didn't understand, so she took out her cell phone out of habit.

Suddenly, the man grabbed her wrist.

When she looked up again, Lu Kuan was sitting next to her with a serious expression on his face.

Liu Yifei was somewhat bewildered by the young director's sudden seriousness, and looked at him with panicked eyes. "I know it's difficult for you to express yourself right now. It's not easy both physically and mentally."

"You just wanted to say whatever, right?"

Boss Lu's tone was particularly gentle today: "Such simple words, why don't you try speaking them later?"

He gestured to the phone he had just held down: "Don't you find that you've become a little used to it, a little dependent on it?"

"I seem to have forgotten about it and decided that I can't speak anymore."

Xiao Liu's pretty face turned cold, feeling a little aggrieved by what he said, but she also knew that it was for her own good.

Since I secretly set out the night before yesterday, it felt like I had entered another world line and timeline.

I can completely put my mind aside and don't need to think about anything, just follow him closely.

Watch the sunrise and sunset, and the clouds rolling and unfolding.

Look at the world and the mountains and rivers.

My mood is relaxed, my mind is relaxed, but I have forgotten to work hard to recover.

The little girl let out a long sigh and tried hard to say "whatever" to the man in front of her.

The process is naturally difficult.

The vocal cords in her throat moved up and down in her neck, and the breath of the word "sui" dissipated as soon as it reached the tip of her tongue.

The force of the tip of the tongue pressing against the upper palate is like a deflated ball, and the squeezed air flows in a curved pattern upwards.

The explosive sound "bian" is overshadowed by the nasal resonance as soon as the lips touch.

Lu Kuan took her hand and pinched his lower cheek, saying "whatever" several times in slow motion to let her feel the muscle memory.

"Come again, don't be anxious."

Liu Yifei swallowed her saliva and tried again to mobilize the strength of her throat muscles, but unfortunately, the only sound that came out of the vibration of her vocal cords was a babbling sound.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her smooth forehead, and her nails plowed grooves in the fabric surface of the sofa chair handle.

The left hand that was holding Lu Kuan couldn't help but exert force, trying to pull the word that seemed to be stuck in the fourth intercostal space out of the body.

A word that used to be so casual now almost made her back wet...

The little girl shook her head bitterly.

Lu Kuandi patted her pretty face gently and said, "I think it's pretty good. Your ability to mobilize your energy has obviously improved in the last few times."

"It doesn't matter whether you can express it or not, just don't let your vocal muscles forget this feeling."

The young director smiled and said, "Yesterday I received an email from an expert at Harvard Medical School. From now on, I will spend half an hour every night doing rehabilitation training."

Liu Yifei felt a little reluctant, like a child resisting homework.

But she knew that some things could not be ignored by closing her eyes, so she pursed her lips and nodded, forcing a smile.

Boss Lu, like a pyramid scheme speaker, clapped his hands and encouraged her: "Xiao Liu, fight!"

He pulled out a popsicle like a magic trick and without waiting for her to ask, he said, "The front desk sent it to you. Did your throat feel sore just now?"

Italy has a developed ice cream culture. Like the special tiramisu that is limited to purchase at the Hassler Hotel, these are cultural and creative products of high-end hotels that are only given away and not sold.

Used to add some romance to attract customers and improve the quality.

Liu Yifei's eyes lit up. It wasn't that she was particularly fond of desserts, but she just liked this kind of unexpected surprise.

Of course you have to eat it immediately, otherwise you would be letting the washing machine down.
Lu Kuan carried all the suitcases into the room and thought of the rehabilitation plan from the expert team of Harvard Medical School in the email yesterday.

There is nothing too profound in the content, it just provides guidance on some details.

For example, this small reward and incentive mechanism can effectively encourage patients and improve their cooperation.

Everyone is afraid of difficulties. Anyone who has seen patients in the rehabilitation department of a hospital knows that many family members cry and beg the patients to undergo rehabilitation treatment.

Because they have to face not only dysfunctional bodies, but also overcome huge psychological barriers.

Taking Concubine Liu Yi away from the world is an escape and a healing, but it cannot become a blind escape.

There is someone she can trust 100%, who helps her through these difficult times in a comprehensive and strict manner. Perhaps this is the meaning of companionship.

Xiao Liu's emotions quickly stabilized.

In fact, she is also a tenacious girl, especially after the experiences before and after this movie, she has basically thrown herself into the blood.

However, when she was around someone who could give her a great sense of security, she couldn't help but become a little girl, and became a little emotionally spoiled.

Concubine Liu Yi stood up and looked around the room. The cliff villa, which was rebuilt on the basis of a monastery 600 years ago, is indeed unique.

a four-poster bed draped in handmade Venetian jacquard silk;

a bedside copper wall lamp modeled after the Medici Palace original;

The floor tiles are crackle-glazed ceramic, and some Greek key reliefs still remain on the capitals.

Her favorite feature is the freestanding Victorian-style bathtub in the room, which is glazed Tuscan ochre and has a classic and simple feel.

Because one side of the room faces the cliff, there is no risk of being peeped or exposed, and you can bathe in the sunlight and moonlight safely.

Boss Lu hung up the phone and walked in: "Would you like to eat first or..."

Xiao Liu shook the travel leaflet in his hand to signal him, babbling something to himself.

"Snacks? Sure." Lu Kuan thought to herself that she was tired of eating white food in so-called high-end restaurants these days.

Perhaps they are not as charming and unique as the snack streets and snack stalls in the city center.

The two of them took the hotel's special car down the mountain. As the diesel engine of the sightseeing car hummed a tune amidst the bumps, the front leather seats were already a little hot from the sun.

Liu Yifei silently poked the man next to her, who glanced at the girl's hot shorts, which were obviously burning her thighs and buttocks.

"Get up." He folded his coat and stuffed it under Liu Yifei's butt, then leaned in and teased her, "Don't fart."

Xiao Liu smiled and slapped him, tried to say a few words, and then took out his cell phone helplessly.

[Your stinky clothes reek of cigarette smoke, and they even stink up my pants.]

"Stinky man, stinky man, there's no way I could give him a wrong nickname."

The wheels rolled over the gravel of the Fiesole mountain road, startling three red-throated finches. Their feathers brushed against the tips of Liu Yifei's hair, and she subconsciously hid behind Lu Kuan's shoulder.

Once he dodged, he simply couldn't get out.

Using the bumpy mountain road as a silent excuse, Xiao Liu held the man's arm tightly and rested his chin on his shoulder to look at the scenery.

The vineyard halfway up the mountain had just been sprayed with pesticide, and the mist was transformed into colorful arcs of light. A milkman on a bicycle suddenly rushed out from the side road, and the glass bottles in the basket of his bicycle clinked.

There is also the silver-green olive grove, whose shadows are stretched by the sunlight and cast on the stone wall, like the decorative gold edges of a medieval manuscript.

What a peaceful time.

Florence has two relatively large central squares.

One is called Piazza Santa Croce, which is an important Franciscan church.

The tombs of many Italian celebrities are located here, such as Dante, Michelangelo, Galileo, etc.

However, due to religious reasons, the food around here is less diverse, and there are many believers and people gathering here all year round.

Don't accidentally step on it again and lose the little mute.

So, at the hotel's suggestion, the two took a taxi to the Piazza della Signoria in the city center.

The Piazza della Signoria is more than a hundred years older than the Abbey Hotel where the two stayed. The L-shaped square is mainly dotted with several famous sculptures from the Renaissance.

The famous Michelangelo's David is here.

The dim afternoon sunlight spread over the 94-meter-high Arnolfo Tower of the Old Palace, and Concubine Liu Yi's canvas shoes stepped on the century-old tiles of the square.

She touched the base of the replica of David with her fingertips, and the pattern of the trebuchet hanging from the statue's left hand was clearly visible in the sunlight.

"Would you like to imitate David's sideways gaze at that tower spire over there, and I'll take your picture?"

Although the washing machine is also a straight man, it has little use other than paying bills and driving to check in.

But there is one advantage of hanging out with him: his photography and composition skills, even teaching Liu Yifei how to pose, are all top-notch.

This is what many women hate about their boyfriends for not fighting for it.

But for Liu Yifei's face, she is not particularly picky about poses and angles, and the beautiful photos created by combining the two will be particularly stunning.

"Hmm..." Xiao Liu frowned and waved his hand.

Lu Kuan asked curiously, "What's wrong? These past few days, I've been so eager to take a picture before I even poop, but now I don't want to take pictures anymore. Are you fed up?"

Concubine Liu Yi rolled her eyes at him coquettishly, and pointed her finger upwards shyly.

"Ah?" Lu Kuan looked up and realized that the "shameless" naked statue of a Westerner made her feel a little uncomfortable, so she didn't want to take a photo.

The young director teased her: "Look at you, your head is full of dirty things, and you look at art through tinted glasses."

"How about this, there's a famous strip club in downtown Florence. I'll take you there tonight to criticize it so you can immerse yourself in this artistic world!"

In other words, the little girl couldn't speak, otherwise she would have scolded him if she had caught him.

The two of them looked at each sculpture one by one, and the girl pestered Lu Kuan to tell her the aesthetic details and connotations of these sculptures.

However, he has only delved into light and shadow art, and is not particularly familiar with other projects like this art biennial.

Concubine Liu Yi strolled leisurely in the garden, her fingertips stroking the sword-cut indentations on the outer wall of the old palace. It was unknown which century's riot had left these scars.

She took out her cell phone thoughtfully.

Our culture is much more brilliant than that of the West, but we lack the opportunities to showcase it and attract tourists, and not much has been preserved.

Boss Lu nodded. "In a certain period of time in China, large-scale demolition is the key to major development. With economic development as the core, other demands naturally have to take a back seat." While the irreversible damage to many cultural relics and historical sites is heartbreaking, I believe this situation will gradually improve.

The young director scoffed, "The reason we're filming in Jinling this time is that compared to a decade ago, many of the Ming city walls are severely damaged."

"While it's understandable that the old city walls are being demolished for the residents' needs, some experts and scholars believe that the old walls are unsightly and that they should be tiled."

"They've come up with the idea of ​​tiling the Ming Dynasty city walls, just like giving their grandmother a breast augmentation."

Concubine Liu Yi covered her mouth and chuckled, but a strange thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

Having lived in the mountains since childhood, how could he know what the Ming Dynasty city wall of Jinling looked like more than ten years ago?

Lu Kuan was defenseless against her, and sometimes he wasn't so cautious between the lines.

But Xiao Liu is not stupid, and since he is concerned about the situation, he will automatically capture a lot of sensitive information.

When the two of them walked towards the Palazzo Vecchio Museum, it was a bit crowded. The pre-launch Art Biennale attracted artists from all over the world to gather here.

The density of the crowd in front of the steps of the Old Palace was comparable to the crowded floral goddesses in Botticelli's "Spring". Concubine Liu Yi smiled sweetly and walked forward, curled up in the man's arms.

The canvas shoes just avoided a puddle of splattered cobalt blue paint and were immediately tripped by the Egyptian dancer's ankle bells.

She couldn't take her eyes off the latter's bold and unrestrained belly dance moves, which she found quite amusing.

"Strange, is there an event here today?" Lu Kuanda was surprised. How could so many people gather in front of a shabby museum?
The two of them sat on the steps and looked out. They saw European acrobats, outdoor dancers in gorgeous costumes, and the majority, of course, were wandering artists who made a living by selling paintings.

These are all standard features on the streets of Europe's famous art cities.

But today, this guy, on the left, a Tunisian saxophonist was playing "Turandot" with a silky texture, and on the right, a Japanese taiko artist was beating the wooden barrel with the rhythm of "Genesis"...

It's quite chaotic, huh?
The beautiful Egyptian dancer came over, blinked her beautiful eyes and offered her hood to the young man and woman.

Xiao Liu took out a tip in euros from her purse quickly, not wanting to be rejected by the female dancer who spoke fluent English.

"Today is the Art Carnival. We don't accept tips. Do you have any coins from your own country?"

"what?"

The Egyptian dancer laughed and said, "There will be a carnival night at the museum tonight. The admission ticket must be in foreign currencies, except for Euros and Italian Lira. Only the top 100 people are eligible to enter."

"Are you Japanese, Korean, or Chinese? I need your country's currency."

Xiao Liu fumbled for a long time and found two classic one-yuan coins, commonly known as chrysanthemum coins.

Boss Lu added: "We are Chinese."

"Wow, China, an ancient civilization like Egypt."

"Thank you, beautiful lady!" The female dancer happily took the coins and excitedly wanted to recruit them to join her.

"If you're interested, you can participate in our carnival. It doesn't matter what you perform. As long as you get everyone's approval, even if it's just a laugh, someone will give you an 'admission ticket'."

Among these people who are really into art or who think they are into art, some are truly romantic, while others are just there to join in the fun.

But it seems that we can’t enter the museum today.

"Let's go? Are you hungry?"

Xiao Liu shook her head, her casually tied ponytail swinging back and forth in a playful manner. She took out her phone:

[Don't you want to go in and see the painting "Spring"? ]

This is the art knowledge that Lu Kuan and she shared during the morning drive.

Before the annual Biennale, the Palazzo Vecchio Museum exhibits the original work "Spring" by Renaissance master Sandro Botticelli.

This time, it happened to be the perfect opportunity to fulfill the gourmet’s long-cherished wish.

The young director wasn't some sort of hipster who had to watch it. He waved his hand nonchalantly and said jokingly, "I'm not going to watch it anymore. I'll buy it and watch it later when I have some spare money."

Xiao Liu, who was standing still, was still shaking his head, looking like he didn't want to go home because he hadn't had enough fun.

She pulled Lu Kuan's arm and pointed to a Serbian man who was fortune-telling with tarot cards not far away.
He pressed his shoulder and changed direction, indicating a gypsy holding a crystal ball.

It's as bizarre as the filming of "Harry Potter".

Boss Lu had a bad feeling in his heart: "What do you mean?"

[You, fortune teller, earn admission tickets.]

"What a joke!" Lu Kuan hurriedly tried to pull his arms free, but was tied up tightly by Concubine Liu Yi's hands, and his whole body was hung on them.

"I'm such a rich boss, how can I tell people's fortunes here?"

Now, only those who are at least at the Guanhai level are worthy of my action.

But Concubine Liu Yi, who was already in the mood for fun, was unwilling to leave!
Ignoring her background and experience, at her age in later generations, she would just be a sophomore in college.

Now that I am so far away from home, I can run around and have fun in a place where neither I nor Lu Kuan are so well-known. How interesting it is!

However, compared to this group of "flashy" European artists, no one could recognize these two people after they disguised themselves a little.

Foreigners are already face-blind when it comes to Asians, let alone at such a local niche carnival.

The cute and adorable Liu Yifei has an interesting soul. She took out her phone:
[Is it okay for me to go with you? Let's get embarrassed together.]

[If you accompany me once, I will do rehabilitation training in the evening! ]

Seeing that the washing machine frowned, Liu Yifei bit her rosy lower lip and used her coquettish skills in a somewhat unfamiliar way.

The little girl hugged his arms tightly in her arms, and from her vocal cords came "hmm, hmm" sounds like the soft chirping of a mosquito, and like the melodious singing of a warbler, which was very appealing.

She still felt it was not enough, so she gently stood on tiptoe and rested her pretty head, which was almost too pretty, on Lu Kuan's shoulder.

Warm breath seeped into his skin through his thin shirt, and his dark hair, warmed by the sun, fluttered in the wind, brushing against his Adam's apple with the scent of mint...

In an instant, the itch ran along the jaw to the back of the head, making even the gourmet who was used to seeing pretty skeletons feel a little unbearable.

Unbearable as it was, the resolute and upright director still refused: "No! If I get filmed, I'll be socially dead."

Xiao Liu pouted and glanced at him coldly with a pretty face.

Gritting my teeth, I recalled the methods used by those vixen in movies and TV shows and continued to increase my intensity!
Then a pair of slender hands hooked the folds of his shirt hem, and her fingertips gently scratched the soft flesh on his waist through the fabric.

The raised chin and hazy eyes, filled with disguised pleading and admiration, shone like pearls in the sunlight.

She just stared at the young director, as if she was going to kill him if he didn't agree.

Concubine Liu Yi's skill of acting coquettishly was rarely used.

But this fierce and beautiful face, coupled with the excellent acting skills of the actress, such a warm and soft little beauty is beside him, tenderly and affectionately...

Who can stand this?
This is the silent version, what about the one with sound?
Boss Lu, feeling short of breath, had the urge to sigh to the sky. He had to set up this stall today.

I have been walking on thin ice all my life, and in the end I was defeated by beauty!
"Okay, okay, let go first."

The girl, who had gotten what she wanted, jumped for joy. Lu Kuan's arm was finally freed and he looked at her helplessly with a long sigh.

"Women misled me!"

(End of this chapter)