lucky to meet you

Chapter 7 No way, Chinese people are reserved by nature, I have to "picture it slowly" (3)
"Miss Tiantian, I think you have misunderstood." The lady on the other end of the phone smiled kindly and interrupted her, "We have calculated the credits of your undergraduate major. If you agree to choose clinical medicine, then You will have to start from an undergraduate degree. Because your relevant credits can only reach a quarter of the required credits for clinical medicine graduate students. You must start from an undergraduate degree and complete all the subjects you lack before you can continue to apply for clinical medicine. medical graduate."

When Gan Tiantian heard the words, she immediately fell to the ground with blood spurting from her mouth.

At the age of 26, she went back to freshman year...

Can anyone tell her it's just a joke?
This is definitely a big blow to Gan Tiantian. She did not travel thousands of miles to change jobs. She sincerely hopes to spend two years honing her professional skills to become more professional.

So, unbelievingly, she planned to search for public universities with forensic medicine departments one by one on the Internet, and planned to cast a wide net to catch fish, and sent mass emails to the school secretariat responsible for the admissions of forensic medicine departments.

It turned out to be counterproductive. Except for a few universities with forensic medicine departments, the vast majority of schools in Italy do not have this amazing major.

A professor from the Department of Forensic Medicine at the University of Turin regretfully replied: Not only has the interview time passed, but the professors at their school’s Department of Forensic Medicine do not have the ability to teach in English, so they feel sorry...

For a moment, Gan Tiantian only felt that she had no other choice but to choose clinical medicine at the University of Modena.

As a result, Gan Tiantian died, but she still did not give up, squatting in front of the computer all day, constantly looking for information and refreshing the mailbox.

Finally, on Monday, five days later, she stepped on the deadline for freshman registration, with two haggard black eyes, and brought all her materials and certificates, and appeared in front of the secretariat of the Faculty of Engineering and Medicine. Resolutely choose, from the freshman... read... again... let's...

"Are you just chasing every day?" The young girl behind the window, obviously not much older than Gan Tiantian, looked at Gan Tiantian's information in surprise, and said adoringly, "I know you, and rumor has it that your interview is very exciting."

"Thank you." Gan Tiantian couldn't hide her depression and forced a smile.

"Don't do this." The sweet Italian girl raised her head, noticed that her face was not pretty, and comforted her intimately, "After this damn World Expo, the economy will pick up next year, and the closed majors will reopen. At that time , you can apply back to the Master of Forensic Medicine."

But a year wasted...

Gan Tiantian forced a smile, nodded to her, and said concisely: "Thank you."

The young girl replied "You're welcome", lowered her head and concentrated on reviewing her materials and documents.

After a while, the girl put her materials into a blue plastic clip, raised her head and said to Gan Tiantian: "Okay, within next week, you can come over to collect your registration certificate, student card, and tuition fees." bill of payment."

Gan Tiantian responded: "Is this the end?"

"Yes." The girl smiled, "If your family income is in line with the requirements for tuition reduction and bursary subsidies, you can go to the ER-GO website for preliminary registration."

Gan Tiantian remembered that she still had a fake poverty letter.

"Okay, thank you." Gan Tiantian said goodbye to the girl, turned and left the secretariat.

Gan Tiantian stood on the road, lowered her eyes and sighed, maybe the elder brother was right, she really came to learn from the scriptures...

What about Wukong?What about Bajie?Where is the monk and the white horse?Angrily, Gan Tiantian strode towards the student bulletin board of the engineering department. After deciding on a major, it was time to find a house again.

Gan Tiantian already has a basic understanding of rental vocabulary in Italian.Although she can't read, but as long as she appears, she can probably know it by heart.

She carefully sorted out the information on the bulletin board, and saved the contact numbers of two or three suitable houses in the new contacts.

Because she didn't know whether the owner of the house knew English, she held her mobile phone and carefully stood in front of the bulletin board to edit the content of the text message in English, and then chose to send a group message: "Hi, excuse me. I am a Chinese female student studying abroad. I Would like to rent your house, but I don't understand Italian. If you don't mind, when is it convenient for me to see the house? Thank you."

Then, without wasting any time or waiting for a reply, she turned and walked downtown again, intending to try her luck at the library again.

Gan Tiantian walked halfway, and received a reply letter from a homeowner. He regretfully told Gan Tiantian: I'm sorry, because his own English is not good, so if Gan Tiantian doesn't know Italian, then he thinks there will be a relationship between them. Difficult to communicate.And he stubbornly believes that before they reach the relationship between the landlord and the tenant, they need to discuss the formal rental contract of the house.

Gan Tiantian had inexplicable admiration for this serious homeowner, and thought: The other homeowners who did not reply may also be because of this problem.

In the same way, she also sent a message to the owner of the suitable house in the library, and then sat on the big square. She sat on the chair waiting for Mao Jiajia when she came here on the first day, stretching her legs in a relaxed way. Legs, squinting to bask in the sun.

It's not too bad, she comforted herself, at least she can maintain such a peaceful mind for now.

Gan Tiantian yawned lazily in the sun. She was sitting facing the entrance of the main square. Through the tear-filled eyes, she vaguely caught a tall and tall figure—the man was holding a half-haired man in front of him. The tall wooden box walked into the square from the road without haste.

He is wearing a simple loose-fitting long-sleeved white shirt with the cuffs folded below the elbows. The three buttons under the collar of the shirt are undone and open all the way to the chest. The hem hangs over the sea blue jeans, following his long legs drift.

The simple and casual dress exudes elegance and extravagance.

His hair is well-styled, and a lock of slightly curved bangs naturally rests on the bridge of his straight nose.He walked all the way facing the glare of the sun, with his eyelids slightly closed, avoiding the direction of the direct sun, turning a corner in front of Gan Tiantian, leaning against the pillar of a building less than five meters beside her, and sitting down for a while. Legs stretched, one leg slightly curled.

He seemed to be unaware of the sweetness beside him from the beginning to the end, and he opened the original-colored wooden box that was a bit like a shell, and he carefully took out the contents with both hands and hugged it to his chest. It turned out to be a small harp .

From the moment Gan Tiantian noticed him, her eyes followed him. At this moment, she caught a glimpse of something in his arms and said "Huh" with interest.

The small harp, also known as the Celtic harp, does not have the pedals of the large harp and does not have so many strings. It is rare in China, but it is very common in Europe.

European harpists are not like domestic harpists who prefer large harps with pedals. They shrink the size of the harp and simplify it to the point where it can be carried around, allowing everyone who wants to experience a medieval bard All musicians who feel like this have this opportunity.

At this time, the man was leaning against the stone pillar, and in front of him was the piano case spread open on the ground.He hugged the little harp in front of his chest, adjusted the position, hooked his fingertips over the strings, and calibrated the tone. With the gentle breeze, he closed his eyes slightly as if no one was there, raised his little fingers, and played a The prelude to a short piece of soothing music.

The sound of the piano is clear and clean like a stream of water flowing, tinkling, and each note jumps like a substance in the midday sun, spinning around the side of the person.

Gan Tiantian is an idiot, she can't understand why, but she just thinks this piece is especially good, she can't help but cast her gaze on the man's hands that are plucking the strings, the man's fingers are straight and slender, and it is almost impossible to see his bulge when viewed from the side. up the knuckles.

It was not until many years later that Gan Tiantian found out that the song was called A Fond Wish.

But today, many years ago, Gan Tiantian was stunned to watch him play the piano beside her intoxicatedly.

I rely on!Gan Tiantian's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets—Luka!What industry are you in?You are in the patrol car!You are in the fire truck!You are also in the Provincial Finance Office!Now you even have your part in performing arts in the big square? !
An untimely burst of bullet screens broke out in her mind, ruining this beautiful scene.

Luca, is it possible that tomorrow when I go to the pork stall to buy ribs, I can see you laughing behind you with a cigarette butt in your mouth and a machete in your hand?

The large square at noon was exceptionally quiet, with occasional toddlers chasing pigeons.

When the sun shrouded in the sky, Gan Tiantian sat opposite the cathedral, only five meters away from Luca. The bell at 12 o'clock was crisp and melodious, complementing his clean and ethereal piano sound, playing a special tune.She tilted her head and looked at the ancient clock at the top of the bell tower. Luca looked at her side face with her fingers hooked and the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

A beautiful and quiet scene, as if even time has stagnated.

There were several tourists parked in front of Luca, and a young man fumbled his chin with an ambiguous smile on his face. He tiptoed a few steps away, found an angle, and pressed the shutter of his Polaroid camera.

After a "click", a piece of photo paper the size of a palm was slowly spit out from the front of the camera.The young man took it out, shook it against the sun a few times, and after appreciating himself with satisfaction, he walked forward, put the photo paper into the violin case, raised his eyes and winked at Luca with a half-smile , Leisurely leave.

After Luca finished playing a song, he bent down to take out the photo paper in the violin case, and the young tourist sent the two of them back to a thousand years ago with retro tones.

Luca in the photo looks like an affectionate bard, playing spells with the sound of the piano, and tracking the foreign girls wandering between the gaps of time and space.

Luca tapped the side of the photo with his fingers, and with a smile in his brown pupils, he carefully put the photo into his wallet.

As soon as the sound of the piano stopped, Gan Tiantian turned her gaze suspiciously.

Luca tilted his head and smiled at her, his eyes filled with tenderness.Gan Tiantian thought of the traits of Italian men summed up on Baidu inappropriately, and licked her lips in a moment of despondency, feeling nothing.

Luca poured out all the coins in the violin case and stuffed them into the pocket of his jeans. He carefully placed the small harp in and closed the wooden cover.

Looking up again, Gan Tiantian had already walked away without a sound.

"Hey!" Luca hurriedly hugged the violin case horizontally, got up and stretched his long legs to catch up with her, "Dolcinna! Wait for me!"

The moment Gan Tiantian heard that name, there seemed to be an electric current climbing up her back quickly. She couldn't help shaking, and her feet were even faster.

"Wait for me!" Luca, with long legs, caught up with her in two steps, put the violin case behind his back with one hand, and clasped her shoulder with the other, "Why are you running so fast? I'm calling you."

"Ah?" Gan Tiantian paused, looked up at him pretending to be stupid, stepped back sideways, and skillfully freed his shoulder from his hands, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear."

She acted so naturally that Luca only thought she was telling the truth: "Have you had lunch yet?"

Gan Tiantian was stunned for a moment, thinking that it is also popular in Italy to meet and say hello, asking if people have eaten?

"Not yet..." Gan Tiantian replied blankly.

"Then I'll treat you." Luca smiled and pushed her shoulder, walking in another direction.

(End of this chapter)