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Chapter 8 No way, Chinese people are reserved by nature, I have to "picture it slowly" (4)
"Ah hello!" Gan Tiantian made him stagger, thinking inexplicably: In Italy, the next moment you answer "I haven't eaten", the person asking the question will treat you to dinner?

Gan Tiantian was taken out of the Grand Square by Luca all the way, walking through the small roads in the city center, no matter how many street corners she went around, Gan Tiantian could always see the pointed top of the clock tower on the Grand Square.

"Where are we going?" Gan Tiantian stretched out her other hand in doubt, pointing to the top of the tower to signal Luca, "We've been turning around in circles."

"Take you to an old store, which existed at the beginning of the last century, as old as a cathedral." Luca's palm never left her shoulder, afraid that she would run away, and turned to her with a smile, "The location is relatively hidden. Hard to find."

Gan Tiantian was startled, and thought that it was really a veritable old restaurant. This kind of restaurant from the last century might not be able to survive the first person in charge of the demolition office in China.

They turned left and right again, and after passing three intersections, Luca finally took his hand away and motioned her to pay attention to the old maroon wooden door in front of her.

The wood at the lower end of the wooden door has been somewhat rotten, and there is a writing board outside the door, which lists the daily special menus. Next to it are several pots of unknown flowers and plants. The plaque hanging on the wooden door seems to be carved out with a carving knife. Yes, with a twine of festive little lights wrapped around it.

If you come at night, the colorful lights will be twinkling, and it will be a different kind of scenery, with a kind of childlike innocence that refuses to accept the years.

"Go in." Luca stretched out his hand and pushed open the wooden door, reaching out to Gan Tiantian in a gentlemanly manner.

Gan Tiantian thanked politely and walked in.

There is a world outside the door, and another world inside the door.

The corridor of the restaurant is very long and narrow, only big enough for one person to pass.Walking through the dimly lit corridor, there is a bright hall with tables and chairs.

It is said to be spacious and bright, but it is only four or five times wider than the corridor.

At the end of the hall is an open kitchen, where three handsome young men form an assembly line: kneading dough and rolling skins - spreading sauces and cheese - sending cakes into the stove.

Wearing a full set of chef uniforms and tall cake hats, they stood in front of the fireplace made of old adobe bricks, busy with concentration.

Seeing that Gan Tiantian's gaze had been glued to the hand of the handsome chef, Luca took her to sit at the table closest to the open kitchen.

The owner of the restaurant is a fat man who is seriously out of shape. The boss obviously knows Luka. He walked over from the cashier with a beer belly and didn’t even take the menu. The two brothers raised their fat hands and patted Luka enthusiastically. card over his shoulder and spoke a string of quick Italian.

Luca frowned quickly and then opened it. He put the violin case on his back on the chair next to him and stood up to hug the boss warmly.

The boss glanced at his violin case and Gan Tiantian, his cheeks were trembling with a smile, and he opened his mouth to spit out another string of crackling, obviously teasing Italian.

Luka nodded and shook his head again, and after answering a few words with a smile, the boss squinted his eyes and kept nodding, then turned around and stretched out his hand to Gan Tiantian, biting awkward English, introducing himself: "Hey, Beauty, my name is Roberto."

Gan Tiantian hurriedly got up to shake hands with him, and said, "My name is Gan Tiantian."

The boss laughed loudly, shook her hand, and stammered, "Well...don't...don't be nervous..."

Gan Tiantian twitched the corners of her mouth in embarrassment.

Roberto turned his head and said a few words to Luca, then left with a stomach full of embarrassment.

Luca sat down, took out the napkin under the dishes, unfolded it on his lap, and said to Gan Tiantian, "Roberto is my old friend, every time he comes, he sets the menu."

Ouch, this is still the treatment of a private restaurant.Gan Tiantian was excited in her heart, and responded with her normal expression on her face. After thinking for a moment, she still couldn't help asking him: "Why did you invite me to dinner?"

Luca was sitting opposite her, looking at her with a smile, he reached out and patted the violin case sitting next to him, and said with a sincere smile: "Because I made money from performing arts, I'm very happy. If Joy can be with friends If you share it, you will be happier. If you can treat your friends to a meal, it will be even happier.”

"Let's make friends." Luca reached out and held her hand on the table, shaking it, a complete afterthought.

Gan Tiantian didn't speak, and glanced at him with a half-smile.Luca withdrew his hand and helped her unfold the napkin and handed it to her.

Gan Tiantian took the napkin and spread it on her lap like him: "What on earth do you do? Why are you performing arts again? I heard that performing arts in Europe also requires a certificate?"

Luca just laughed and didn't answer. After fiddling with the tableware on the table, he automatically switched the topic under his sweet and curious eyes: "Do you want to know what happened to that old house that was on fire?"

If he didn't say anything, Gan Tiantian almost forgot about it again.She finally got a chance to clear up her doubts, and nodded happily: "I think so."

Luca laughed in a low voice, interlaced his slender fingers on the table, and said, "The original owners of that house were an elderly couple. They had a son who was a soldier, who was very young. Once on a mission, the young man bumped into It happened in an accident and unfortunately passed away. The government gave the old couple a sum of compensation, and they didn’t want to live in Modena anymore, so they moved to other cities.”

Gan Tiantian let out a "huh", pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

The world is the most painful, but white-haired people send black-haired people, it must be the same in any country.

"Yes." Luca moved his fingers slightly, and continued, "In Italy, the owner of the house has the right of permanent residence. The old couple bought the whole old building before, so the building It's all theirs, but when they're gone—"

Luka looked up at Gan Tiantian, as if struggling to speak.

"Go ahead." Sensing his hesitation, Gan Tiantian waved her hand and said, "I know, the ending of the story is that my compatriots took it."

Luca sighed, with complicated eyes: "Yes, but the reason is that an unemployed, alcoholic and gambler alcoholic is desperate for money. The door lock of the building was changed, and he claimed that the property was legally transferred to him by the old couple."

"Then?"

"Then," Luca continued, "that alcoholic sublet the house to Chinese students. Because the house is too old, only the lady from the day before yesterday and her former roommate are willing to rent it."

And me...Gan Tiantian silently added something in her heart, blushed for a moment, and continued to ask: "Then what's the reason for the fire?"

Luca spread his hands, curled his lips, blinked his long eyelashes, and said, "The wiring in the house is too old, and the lady's charging equipment is not regular, so it caused a fire."

Finally finished the sweetness of the truth of the story, and turned his attention to other places: "Luka."

"Ok?"

Gan Tiantian leaned on the table and raised her head, staring at him with blazing eyes: "Even the neighbors didn't notice, it was a drunkard who illegally occupied the old couple's house, how did you know? And—" She narrowed her eyes suspiciously Squinting, "Are you very sure?"

"The young man who died is my friend, and I also know that even if his parents move away, they would be very reluctant to sell the old building." Luca blinked, and said it lightly, separated his hands, and put his fingers on the table He tapped on the dots regularly, then changed the subject again in an instant, "Why isn't Roberto's pizza ready yet?"

The topic change is too abrupt, okay?Gan Tiantian had the heart to complain, but she didn't have the emotion to complain, because she suddenly remembered something that was also dishonorable.

She watched Roberto bring their pizza in thoughtfully, and thought: Her stipend letter, which can be used to defraud up to 5000 or [-] euros, is also something that should not exist.Fortunately, she hasn't used it to seek a benefit that doesn't belong to her.

Modena is located in northern Italy, not near the sea, and the price of seafood is not low.

But Roberto said that he accidentally snapped up a basket of seafood today, so he didn't choose the special dishes of Modena.Instead, I personally cooked lobster noodles for the two of them, as well as a very special seafood salad cooked with basil leaves.

Sweetly coveting the handsome chef's pizza with thin crust and thick ingredients, but Luca secretly told her: noodles and pizza are the staple food, if she orders pizza again, Roberto will be happy for her face, but her stomach will complain about her Regardless of how it feels.

"Overeating is not a good habit," Luka joked, "I'll bring you next time."

Gan Tiantian shrugged, unable to compromise.

When paying the bill, Luca calmly reached into his pocket, took out a large handful of coins and put them in Roberto's tray. song.

"I knew you were going to perform in the square again." Roberto laughed loudly, but he didn't count. He knew at a glance that Luca paid him almost twice as much, and the tip was very generous.

Roberto knew that Tiantian didn't know Italian, so he changed into broken English and said loudly: "Luka, you are too playful."

Luca got up to say goodbye to him, waved his hands smartly, and retorted: "Sir, this is not playful, it's a different kind of life."

After Luka took Gan Tiantian around, he sent her back to the main square: "What are you going to do next?"

"Go home and take a nap." Gan Tiantian told him honestly, "I have the habit of taking a nap."

Luka nodded slowly: "Then I'll take you here, you know how to get home, right?"

Sweet dessert, she was a little surprised that Luka didn't offer to send her home.

She thought: Maybe she was thinking too much, as Roberto said, Luca just likes to play games in the world and wants to make a foreign friend, and has no other thoughts.After all, she is not familiar with Italian thinking logic.

When Gan Tiantian thought this way, she felt more relaxed. She smiled and said, "Yes, I know the way home. Then I will bid farewell. Thank you for your hospitality today."

Luka put on a gentleman's pose, he made a gesture of reaching out to take off his hat, put his hand on his chest, and said, "I'm not very honored."

He didn't even ask for a face-to-face salute with her, so he carried his violin case and waved goodbye to her.

When Gan Tiantian walked out of the square, she couldn't help but turned her head to look back, but was disappointed to find that Luca's figure had disappeared in another direction.

Luka quickly walked out of the square, turned around, walked two steps into the side street, pulled away the back seat of Franco's patrol car parked by the roadside, and sat in consciously.

Franco, who was putting his hat on his face in the front row to catch up on sleep, raised his head alertly.After Luka greeted him from the rearview mirror, he signaled him to continue to sleep.

Franco shrugged and put his hat back on his face.

"The bard carried his violin case on his back, and the alien girl he was looking for, far away in the gap of time, actually parted ways in this way."

Luca took out the photo from his wallet, took out the pen pinned to his trousers pocket, unscrewed the cap of the pen, and scribbled on the back of the photo, writing such a paragraph in Italian.

After Luka finished writing, he shook the photo to let the handwriting dry quickly. After shaking his head twice, he buckled the photo upside down on his knees, and added a sentence in smaller characters in the lower right corner: No way, China People are reserved by nature, and...cautious...don't be too enthusiastic, control, take your time...

The Chinese call this method-he wrote crookedly with a pen for a long time, and "drawed" four weird Chinese characters-"Picture slowly".

(End of this chapter)