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Chapter 1 Mathematicians tell us that the world is the most beautiful, but the golden ratio (1)
May 2014, 9, Tuesday, sunny.

Northern Italy, Modena city.

This is the first time Gan Tiantian stands on a foreign land.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly. She stood on a palm-sized open space, pinching her mobile phone and looking around. From time to time, she looked up at the blue and white clouds, curious and fresh.

The surroundings are very quiet, and occasionally someone speaks a language she does not understand and passes by her.

This is what she bought with her youthful tail, the only wayward act in her life.

At Gantian’s feet is a road paved with red bricks. In front of you is a quaint church whose appearance is being maintained. Next to the domed church is a steeple bell tower. Large white cloth and scaffolding surround the church with mottled bricks and tiles. .

She looked up at the top of the tower towering into the sky, and felt that for a moment, the weight of history mixed with the power of faith made her feel instantly peaceful.

She was waiting for someone to pick her up, but apart from the white, beautiful and tall Italian beauties who came and went, she waited for more than half an hour, and there was no overseas service personnel contacted by the intermediary.

The backpack on her shoulders weighed her down so much that she seemed to have lost all strength in her legs, and her nose was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Gan Tiantian bent down to put the handbag under her feet, and was about to unload the backpack, suddenly a figure rushed over from her side, knocked her down suddenly, picked up the handbag at her feet, and ran away.

Gan Tiantian fell to the ground in astonishment, stared blankly at the back of that man's majestic tiger body, and blurted out: "Damn!"

That bag has all her papers!

Gan Tiantian supported the floor tiles with her palms and jumped up, and ran after her with her legs.

She ran from the square to the road in two steps, and a blue police car with red lights was parked on the side of the road. Immediately, she felt a familiar feeling rushing over her face, and she almost burst into tears!

Gan Tiantian opened the co-pilot door of the police car and sat in. Pointing to the direction of the road outside the car window, she shouted sharply in fluent English: "Drive after me! Someone robbed my bag!"

The Italian policeman in the driver's seat was only in his early twenties, with an immature face, and was staring at her with blue eyes in a posture of eating bread.

Gan Tiantian waited for a long while before the car moved, turned her head and frowned, and slapped the little policeman on the shoulder, so frightened that he stepped on the gas pedal with a flick of his feet. After the car shook suddenly, she hit her head on the front window.

Depend on!Do you need to drive so hard? !

Gan Tiantian grinned and sat up covering her forehead, suddenly heard someone behind her smiling and reminding her in English: "Miss, please fasten your seat belt."

The man's voice was nice, slightly hoarse, and there was a gentle and tender taste between his words, like a sip of red wine on the tip of his tongue and he was reluctant to swallow it, and there was a little bit of drunkenness between the lines.

It's just—what the hell is this weird English pronunciation?

Gan Tiantian twitched the corner of her mouth and thought about it, so what happened to the syllables that trembled every time R?
Gan Tiantian briefly retracted her gaze from the car window, and couldn't help but look up in the rearview mirror—it turned out that besides the driver in the driver's seat, there was a man lying in the back seat.

The man's upper body was lying flat and his face was invisible. His long legs were leaning against the rear window, and the black suit trousers had slid down to his knees, revealing a slender calf with tight muscles.

The skin is so fair...Gan Tiantian's attention was diverted inappropriately: it looks much better than the photo of the jade legs of a certain star P.

"Miss?" the little patrolman in the driver's seat turned his head slightly in good temper and asked her in English, holding the steering wheel, "Can you describe the appearance of the person who stole your bag?"

Gan Tiantian regained consciousness, and was embarrassed again: This is the same as the one behind, the weird English pronunciation phenomenon of stressing the end of a word when it meets a consonant, is it an Italian feature?
"Height is 183 cm, shoulder width is 51 cm, weight is about 85 kg, arm length is 75 cm, and head length is 25 cm," said Gan Tiantian, who stretched halfway out of the window, quickly scanning the crowds on both sides of the driveway ahead, while searching. , "Wearing a variegated striped shirt and jeans..."

The little patrolman in the driver's seat was terrified when he heard the words, he didn't even look at the road, and stared straight at Gan Tiantian in the rearview mirror.

Fortunately, walking down from the big square is a wider and wider straight road.

"Skin tone is brownish...dark...stop!" Gan Tiantian fixed her eyes on the zebra crossing directly in front of her, and stopped with a yell.The police car immediately stopped beside the turntable around the fountain in the middle of the street, and the sound of brakes and horns rang through the sky in an instant.

Gan Tiantian slammed her forehead against the front window of the car again.

Ouch!Do you want to stop so hard? !

Gan Tiantian didn't bother to worry about her forehead this time, she unloaded her backpack and threw it on the car seat, opened the door and rushed out.

She stepped on the cement platform beside the fountain and jumped forward with her strength. Her vigorous posture suddenly jumped into the air, and the sun was like a magnificent and hot disc above her head.

At this time, everything was quiet, and hundreds of Italians on the main road in the center of Modena neatly stuck their heads out of the car windows to look at God.

Gan Tiantian's black hair was tied high into a ponytail, and the ends of the braid jumped up and down with the owner, exuding a heroic demeanor.

She accelerated by jumping into the air, caught up with the man in the shirt who was crossing the zebra crossing in a few steps, and then jumped with a kick, her lower body twisted and whirled in the air, and kicked the man on the shoulder.

The man in the shirt immediately flew out diagonally, landed on his face, and fell under the lamp post of the opposite traffic lights, his body twitching uncontrollably.

"Oh, Miodio (Oh, my God)!" The old Italian lady who was preparing to cross the road across the street, clasped her hands tremblingly on her chest, and prayed to Gan Tiantian with dull eyes.

Gan Tiantian calmed down now, she took two steps across the zebra crossing with her long legs, stepped on the back of the man in the shirt who was about to struggle to get up, bent down and pulled the handbag out of his hand and put it on her shoulder, very arrogantly Grinding his teeth, he said, "I didn't let anyone snatch a dime from my son, you dare!"

After twisting his body twice, the man was pulled up by Gan Tiantian, who bent over and lifted his back collar, and pushed him into the arms of the little policeman who ran after him.

The little patrolman, with thin arms and legs, staggered when he was hit by the tall half-black race, and took two steps back before standing still.He was wearing a navy blue short-sleeved uniform, and his police cap was askew, making him look even more clean and immature.He frantically took out the handcuffs from under his belt and handcuffed them to the man's wrists.

It's the first time to go to the police...Gan Tiantian just stood by and complained silently, look at this business is so unfamiliar!
Suddenly, around them, applause sounded sparsely, and then joined together, and then someone honked the horn to join in, as enthusiastically as welcoming the triumphant return of a battle hero.

"This girl is so handsome! Chinese Kung Fu! Wing Chun!" From the driver's seat of the bus parked by the roadside, a shiny forehead sticks out. The beard on the chin is trimmed in a unique and beautiful shape. He is so excited that he is waving his arms wildly He honked the horn, "Good job!"

Gan Tiantian was startled by the enthusiasm of the crowd. She put her hands on her face and whistled and cheered. She trotted past the policeman and returned to the police car. She took out her backpack from the passenger seat and tried to escape.

"Hey!" The little patrolman beckoned to her behind her.

Gan Tiantian turned her head and was about to politely say goodbye to him, but when the words came to her lips, the little patrolman blinked her clear blue eyes, and raised her voice gracefully in strange English: "Sexy Laura! Would you like a cup of coffee? My name is Franco!"

His voice was clear, and his lung capacity was obviously good. The Italians around him, who had already lost their enthusiasm, started a new round of applause and booing after hearing this.

On the non-motorized lanes, there were people ringing bicycle bells and singing foreign songs intoxicatedly.

In embarrassment, Gan Tiantian yelled back to him amidst the attention of the whole people and the expectant eyes of the little patrolman: "Sexy Franco! I'll make an appointment again if I win the fight!"

The little patrolman blushed and was dumbfounded.

The man in the back seat of the police car got out of the car and lay on the roof laughing loudly.

Gan Tiantian, who had already turned her head and walked two steps, turned her head again after hearing the sound. The laughter was hearty and moving, full of joy from the heart.

She tilted her head to look at the man leaning against the car door, who was a lot higher than the roof, and silently gasped in her heart: I'm afraid this is really - sexy man!

Just because of this man, a face that perfectly interprets what is called the aesthetics of the golden ratio...

Fortunately, they drove straight roads all the way, Gan Tiantian carried her lost and recovered bag, returned to the open space on the square by the same road, and continued to wait for her overseas service personnel.

The open space of Gan Tiantian and others was built in the twelfth century, and it is called "Grand Square" in Italian.

In fact, the actual area of ​​this open space that dares to name it "Grand Square" may not even fit a group of square dancing aunts.

Gan Tiantian hugged her backpack and sat on a bench by the side of the road, facing the main church and bell tower listed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site, squinting her eyes in the sun.

The squares in Italy are too quiet. Occasionally there will be children laughing and running around chasing the pigeons. The pigeons run on an S-shaped route with their little feet, and finally fly into the sky with flapping wings unavoidably.

Gan Tiantian took out a bag of biscuits from her bag, and ate a couple of casual bites. Her mobile phone was not turned on for international long-distance calls and roaming, so it was just a brick at this time.The overseas intermediary service worker who made an appointment with her before boarding the plane finally arrived late before she fell asleep.

"Are you Gan Tiantian?" The visitor stood in front of Gan Tiantian, put his hands together in front of his chest, and kept apologizing to her, "I'm sorry, I forgot that I had a part-time job at noon today, so I forgot about you." It's..."

Gan Tiantian opened her eyes in a daze, and the person who was talking was a girl about 22 or [-] years old, dressed in a kawaii Japanese student style, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses without lenses, with fair skin, not tall, a little Slightly fat.

She remembered that the girl's name was Mao Jiajia. When chatting on WeChat, her tone was soft and cute, and she said "dear", "um", "meow", and it really sounded like her voice, with an anime style all over her body.

"It's okay, just come here." Gan Tiantian looked up at her, and seeing her guilty look, she didn't want to worry too much, so she stood up after a few words of reassurance, put on her backpack, and carried bag, asked her, "Now, do you want to take me to apply for a certificate, or to report to school?"

There are quite a few overseas intermediary service items, and the most important thing is to apply for documents-legal residence permit, tax card, bus card, phone card, plus pick-up, house finding and registration.

But the degree of difficulty of these is not high, so the international students who are led through the process by others in the first year will become new overseas service personnel in the second year.

It is also a good way for international students to earn pocket money.

"It's too late to report today," Mao Jiajia apologized, pursing her lips. "The secretariat opens this morning. Let me take you home to rest first. You must be tired after such a long flight, right? Then, ah yes! We live There is a TIM store downstairs, and I can get you another card nearby."

Gan Tiantian was indeed tired and tired, she felt dizzy and stretched herself after hearing her finish a long list: "Then let's go."

Mao Jiajia took Gan Tiantian all the way through the small streets and alleys. She said that the place they are going now is not far from the city center.Because the buildings in the city center are relatively old, the old-style stone brick buildings are narrowly spaced and cannot be opened to traffic. Walking is more convenient than taking a bus.

Modena is an ancient city with a long history, equivalent to Luoyang in China.

They stepped on the big red bricks all the way and walked through the uneven streets. Gan Tiantian couldn't help but recall the old city of Lincheng that hadn't been demolished when she was a child.

Not far away, the bell tower of the cathedral rang the hour and jingled a simple tune, and time seemed to go back thousands of years in a blink of an eye.

Gan Tiantian couldn't help listening, her eyes rolled up and down, left and right, she felt that everything in front of her was very fresh, including a boy riding a bicycle on the uneven brick floor like an electric shock; models with slender legs in strange shapes in the window; An uncle with a long open windbreaker and tie smoking a cigar.

This city is too quiet, except for the sound of bells, crisp car bells, and footsteps, it is—huh?Screeching sirens? !
The disharmonious and sharp siren sounded from far to near, and suddenly stopped not far ahead with a "stab".

Gan Tiantian turned her gaze to the street in front of her in amazement. Someone ran out from several shops on the corner of the street and stood on tiptoe to look around.

Before Gan Tiantian went abroad, the intermediary repeatedly assured that Modena is a rich city with more joy and less crime, suitable for living and working, studying and traveling.Because the city has strict laws and a mysterious and ancient military academy.

She was robbed when she first arrived, and the perpetrators were of other races, so there was nothing to say.But it was less than half a day away, and how to explain the siren resounding through the sky?

"Here..." Gan Tiantian couldn't help asking Mao Jiajia in doubt, "Is the frequency of crime always so high?"

"No." Mao Jiajia was puzzled, "Modena is very safe."

Gan Tiantian showed an expression of disbelief.Mao Jiajia suddenly felt that she should share weal and woe with this city, she pursed her lips, and ran forward without saying a word.

Gan Tiantian couldn't help laughing and laughing immediately behind her, and followed her patiently.

When they rushed to the end of the street, they found that another relatively narrow motorway connected to this small road had been put up with a road sign, and a police car with red lights was parked beside it.

On the opposite side of the police car stood a few scattered Italians, stopping and watching. Before Gan Tiantian approached, she recognized at a glance who the slender but thin patrolman was standing with his back to them. .

"Could it be a car accident?" Mao Jiajia turned to her worriedly, and dragged her to walk quickly, only to find that it was a little wolf dog whose leg was crushed, lying in the middle of the stone brick road and wailing in a low voice.There is a hanging tag around the dog's neck. It raises its head from time to time, looks around with wide eyes, and then groans and lies back, with its head pressed against the ground, pitiful and helpless in its watery eyes. look.

There was a crooked blood trail behind it, and the injured leg had been bent at an incredible angle.

Franco seemed to have made a phone call, turned around and knocked on the door of the rear car window after the call, turned around and went to the intersection again, gesturing to ask the car to turn around and drive in a detour.

After a while, the back door of the police car was pushed open from the inside. First, a pair of feet wearing leather shoes stepped on the ground, and then a tall man got out of the car.

The upper body of the man was wearing a slim white shirt and black vest, without a tie, and the collar of his shirt was casually opened by him. He was standing upright and lying on his stomach. His hair was still a little curled up, and there was a sense of sexiness in his casualness, like a girl who hadn't woken up yet. The male model who was picked up and walked on the stage.

After Gan Tiantian silently calculated a set of data for him in her heart, she couldn't help whistling in her heart: long legs, thin waist and broad shoulders, and a small and delicate skull.It turns out that this person not only has facial features, but also has a perfect golden ratio.

The man had a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and the hairstyle on the top of his head was very messy. His golden chestnut hair seemed to have tiny spots of light jumping on the tips of his hair under the west-slanting sunset.

He walked to the middle of the street with a pair of long legs, squatted in front of the little wolf dog, and patted its head comfortingly.The puppy couldn't help shaking his ears, his expression sullen.

He raised his head and frowned, looked carefully at the bloodstains on the road, stretched out his hand and drew it out of nowhere, turned his head and said something in Italian to Franco, and the little policeman who turned his back to him echoed him back.

"What are they talking about?" Gan Tiantian asked Mao Jiajia beside her.

"You don't understand Italian?" Mao Jiajia asked her back in surprise, and explained to her in a low voice, "The gentleman without police uniform is asking the patrolman when the ambulance from the pet hospital will arrive. Also, he suspects that The driver who ran over the puppy was driving illegally."

"No, I teach in English." Gan Tiantian shook her head, widened her eyes, and asked again, "If the owner of this car did break the rules, will he be charged for it? For hurting a dog?"

(End of this chapter)