Rebirth Must Be Happy

"It doesn't seem very developed, does it?"

At the end of July, Xu Jinhuan walked the streets of Florence with Xie Wanqing, Chen Xingzhu, and Song Zhiyu. It was summer there, but the extreme heat was much lower than in many cities in China, with the highest temperature only reaching 30°C. On the contrary, when the temperature difference between day and night was large, it was necessary to wear a jacket.

This was the second day since the four arrived, and the fourth stop on their Western European trip. After experiencing two consecutive thefts, witnessing many homeless people, and seeing a glimpse of the true state of these cities, even Xie Wanqing and Chen Xingzhu had long since lost their illusions.

Even so, after arriving in Florence, Song Zhiyu couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Wasn't this place supposed to be pretty good?"

Xie Wanqing laughed and said, "We're not planning to settle down here. We'll just take a look and leave."

"Ok."

After arriving here yesterday, we mainly rested, and even Xu Jinhuan didn't do anything reckless. We started sightseeing today, and our first stop was the famous Uffizi Gallery.

Who is Titian?

Upon entering the museum, Song Zhiyu looked at the information she had found on her phone and turned to Xu Jinhuan in confusion, asking, "Brother, do you know?"

Xu Jinhuan shook his head very frankly: "Male or female?"

"Raphael Titian, a painter of the Renaissance period."

Chen Xingzhu explained from the side, and seeing everyone looking over, she smiled slightly: "I also saw it online yesterday, but I know it's a complete name."

This was clearly meant to tease Song Zhiyu. The little girl rolled her eyes, then tugged at Xu Jinhuan's sleeve, tiptoed slightly, and whispered in his ear, "Let's drug her tonight, so you can kill her!"

"..."

Xu Jinhuan was speechless. He now genuinely felt that Song Zhiyu was being a bit too radical.

For nearly a week, Song Zhiyu had been actively trying to get Chen Xingzhu involved, but while Sister Xie had already been trained to give up resisting, Chen Xingzhu remained uncooperative. No matter how Song Zhiyu tried to instigate, seduce, or use any means necessary, she remained unmoved.

Xu Jinhuan naturally didn't just watch Zhizhi push him; he was also trying his best. However, Chen Xingzhu was "wise enough to refuse advice," so he couldn't force her. In fact, Song Zhiyu had mentioned it several times and urged him to do so, but Xu Jinhuan had rejected her with righteous indignation and occasionally even scolded the little girl.

Wow, this place is quite grand!

Upon entering the solemn and grand art museum, Xu Jinhuan and the others finally experienced a visual shock. Song Zhiyu exclaimed in surprise and grabbed Xu Jinhuan's hand, quickly walking towards the corridor next to her.

The Uffizi Gallery has 100 galleries and displays more than 2200 top artworks. It receives more than 400 million visitors every year. Even from an art appreciation perspective, Xu Jinhuan and his friends, who are not particularly fond of Western aesthetics, were still somewhat impressed.

"what!"

Upon arriving at Raphael Titian's "Venus of Urbino," Song Zhiyu couldn't help but make a sound. Chen Xingzhu and Xie Wanqing beside her also had somewhat subtle expressions, while Xu Jinhuan solemnly examined it with an appreciative gaze.

The Venus in this painting is not wearing clothes.

I must say, the painting is indeed lifelike, with a wealth of details, which shows the artist's extensive experience and keen observation.

“This is art!”

Seeing that the three girls' gazes quickly focused on him, Xu Jinhuan said seriously, "Look at the others, aren't they also seriously appreciating it?"

The three girls rolled their eyes at him in unison before moving on to the next exhibit. However, Xie Wanqing couldn't help but glance back at the portrait before leaving. At first glance, she didn't think the woman in the painting was beautiful, but upon closer inspection, she found that she was quite charming.

It leans towards a voluptuous look. 'Xu Jinhuan should like it, right?'

She glanced furtively at Chen Xingzhu and Song Zhiyu, both of whom were slender and slim, then looked back at Xu Jinhuan. She thought to herself, and after considering his usual behavior, she became certain of her idea. So, she happily continued walking forward.

"This is by Leonardo da Vinci!"

Walking forward, Song Zhiyu finally found the painter she knew and said with some surprise, "There are so many people watching."

"This is a series of paintings; several artists have done them."

Xie Wanqing glanced at the description and then repeated it for her, "This painting was painted by Leonardo da Vinci."

A young man with a camera slung over his shoulder, standing at ease looking at the painting, glanced over, looked at Xie Wanqing, then at Chen Xingzhu and Song Zhiyu beside her, and was clearly taken aback. After hesitating for two seconds, he smiled and asked in Chinese, "Do you know that Leonardo da Vinci might not have existed?"

He spoke to Xie Wanqing, who was closest to him. Xie Wanqing glanced at her but didn't reply. Song Zhiyu, however, couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "What do you mean?"

Seeing her respond, the young man's slightly embarrassed and tense expression relaxed a little. He said, "First, those so-called manuscripts left by Leonardo da Vinci involve painting, human anatomy, tanks, parachutes, propellers, machine guns, hydraulic engineering, perpetual motion machines, astronomy, geology, architecture, botany, and so on. Given this workload, he couldn't finish it even if he didn't eat or drink for his entire life; it's like killing all the sheep in a city during Aristotle's time wouldn't be enough for him to write a million words. Second, even people from the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors period in China have records of their parents and children, but the identity of Leonardo da Vinci, who is so close to modern times and so famous, is very vague. And like many all-around geniuses, he has no descendants. Third, someone who made such great contributions to so many disciplines has no record of formal education other than being an apprentice. Was he born with knowledge? Or was he a time traveler?"

He spoke eloquently, becoming more and more excited as he went on, "Therefore, I believe that Leonardo da Vinci, like Aristotle and many other Western all-around geniuses, is a god created by later generations, or even a completely fictional character..."

Chen Xingzhu, Xie Wanqing, and Song Zhiyu were all hearing this for the first time and were quite surprised. Xu Jinhuan was also a little surprised, but mainly surprised that this idea existed in 2014.

He wasn't offended by this statement. The truth is not afraid of being questioned. After all, many things in China, let alone Yu the Great, even the Xia Dynasty, are considered non-existent by many people according to "standards." So it's normal for some people in China to question the existence of people like Leonardo da Vinci according to "standards." True gold is not afraid of being tested by fire.

However, this was not his area of ​​expertise, so he didn't say much. After all, this guy clearly had feelings for the three girls, probably thinking that even if one of them was his, he could still try for the other two.

Sorry bro, they're all mine!

He muttered to himself, then smiled and praised, "I hope more people will agree with this statement in the future."

Xu Jinhuan's words were fairly sincere, but she didn't give the other party a chance to continue the conversation. Instead, she asked Chen Xingzhu and the others, "Want to take a picture?"

"No."

Chen Xingzhu shook her head, "I'm not interested in paintings that have such a strong childhood atmosphere."

"Let's go."

Song Zhiyu, with one arm linked with Chen Xingzhu and the other with Xie Wanqing, continued walking forward. She then glanced back at Xu Jinhuan and said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Honey, let's go~"

Upon hearing this, not only the young man who had just been promoting pseudo-historical theories, but also several people nearby who could understand Chinese turned around to look.

Because Song Zhiyu is clearly not very old, looking like a high school student, her use of the word "husband" is quite eye-catching.

Xu Jinhuan was a little speechless, but since he was thick-skinned, he wasn't embarrassed and followed along calmly, secretly resolving to teach him a lesson tonight.

However, if she can bring Chen Xingzhu over, her sentence may be reduced accordingly.

We can't not reduce it, since someone is helping to share the burden. (End of Chapter)